Chapter 350
Chapter 350:
Ready the jet, Fletcher. We’re going home.
Adelina POV
The torrential rain battered the concrete tarmac of Teterboro Airport, turning the ground into a flooded mirror. The sky above was a bruised, ugly purple, choked with rolling thunderclouds. I stood near the waiting armored Maybach, shivering in the biting wind, but I didn’t care about the cold soaking through my coat. My heart was hammering a frantic, desperate rhythm against my ribs.
Through the storm, the sleek silver Gulfstream G650 taxied toward us, its engines whining as it came to a halt. The metal stairs unfolded.
Kain appeared in the doorway.
Even through the heavy rain, the suffocating, intoxicating wave of his ancient cedar scent crashed over me—laced with the exhaustion of a transatlantic flight, but beneath that was a pure, unadulterated ecstasy that made my breath catch. I didn’t wait for the guards with their umbrellas. I ran.
I collided with him at the bottom of the stairs. Kain’s massive arms crushed me to his solid chest, lifting my feet entirely off the flooded concrete.
“I love you,” I breathed against his wet neck, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush.
A feral, triumphant growl vibrated deep within his chest. His mouth crashed down on mine—a predatory, devastating claim that tasted of rain and absolute devotion. The electric spark of our mate-bond exploded across my skin, melting the freezing chill of the storm instantly.
Henri, Kain’s loyal driver, held the door of the Maybach open. We tumbled into the back seat, and the heavy door slammed shut, instantly cutting off the roar of the storm. Before I could even catch my breath, the thick, soundproof privacy partition glided up with a soft hum.
𝗥𝘦𝗮𝗱 𝗼n aոу 𝗱е𝘷𝗶𝘤𝗲 o𝗻
We were entirely alone in the dim, luxurious leather cabin.
Kain didn’t waste a single second. He pressed me deep into the plush seats, his massive frame caging me in. His ancient cedar scent swallowed all the oxygen, mingling violently with my wild roses and storm. His hands were everywhere—frantic and possessive, mapping the curves of my body as if making certain I was truly real.
“My Queen,” he rasped, his voice a dark, gravelly vibration that sent a violent shiver straight to my core.
His Inner Wolf rumbled with a deep, continuous purr of primal satisfaction. He trailed scorching, open-mouthed kisses down my jawline, his teeth grazing the sensitive crook of my neck. My wolfless body melted completely under his overwhelming dominance. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his damp, dark hair. The tension in the confined space was a raging inferno. He was going to Mark me—I could feel the desperate, centuries-old hunger of his Lycan pushing him to the absolute edge.
Suddenly, Kain went completely rigid.
The scorching heat of his touch vanished, replaced by a terrifying, glacial stillness. His golden eyes snapped open, flashing with the lethal, blood-chilling rage of an apex predator whose hunt had just been violently interrupted. The warmth of his scent spiked into a suffocating aura of pure, murderous fury.
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