Chapter 330
Chapter 330:
By Thursday evening, the reality of Kain’s absolute, terrifying protection had settled deep into my bones. He had bought a billboard on Wall Street just to crush Jase’s pride, and sent my best friend a priceless starmetal pendant—all to ensure my world was impenetrable. I wanted to thank him. But more than that, I wanted to test the waters of this terrifying new reality where our Mating Contract was nothing but ash. I wanted to do something normal. Something a real Luna did for her mate.
At exactly seven o’clock, the soft chime of the private biometric elevator echoed through the penthouse.
I didn’t even have time to set down my tongs. The atmospheric pressure in the massive marble kitchen plummeted. The air grew thick and heavy with the intoxicating scent of ancient cedar—but tonight it was laced with the dark, adrenaline-fueled musk of an apex predator returning from a victorious hunt.
Before I could turn around, a massive, solid wall of muscle pressed flush against my back.
Kain’s strong arms banded around my waist like iron shackles, pulling my hips tightly against his. I gasped, dropping the tongs onto the counter. Deep within his broad chest, I felt the heavy, vibrating rumble of his Lycan—a sound of profound, primal satisfaction. For a creature who had lived for centuries in cold, calculated isolation, the sight and smell of his Fated Mate cooking in his den had completely shattered his legendary control.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent of wild roses and storm as if he were a starving man drawing his first breath of air.
“The steak smells incredible,” Kain murmured, his voice a dark, gravelly purr that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine. His lips brushed against my skin, the heat of his breath making my pulse race. “But I would much rather devour you p>
𝘙𝗲𝗮𝘥 𝗐𝘪𝗍𝗁𝗼𝗎t 𝗶𝘯𝘵𝖾𝘳𝘳𝘶р𝘵𝗂o𝘯ѕ 𝘰𝗻 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗇𝘰𝗏е𝘭𝘴.с𝘰𝗆
My heart hammered frantically against my ribs. I tried to push back, to put an inch of safe distance between us, but his grip was absolute. He was an immovable mountain of Lycan strength.
“Kain, dinner is almost ready,” I stammered, my cheeks burning with a furious blush.
He let out a low, mocking chuckle. His teeth grazed my earlobe, biting down just hard enough to send a sharp, electric thrill of pure possession straight to my core. “I can wait,” he whispered, his tone a lethal promise. He finally released my waist and stepped back with predatory grace. “Don’t burn the food, little wolf p>
Half an hour later, the tension in the dining room was thick enough to cut with a silver blade.
We sat at the massive obsidian table, the flickering candlelight casting deep, dangerous shadows across Kain’s flawless face. The silence was deafening. I could barely taste the perfectly seared meat. Every time I looked up, Kain’s molten gold eyes were already locked onto me—not just looking, but tracking my every movement, watching the way I swallowed, the way my fingers trembled slightly against the stem of my wine glass.
I took another large gulp of the expensive Cabernet, desperate for the alcohol to calm my racing nerves. It didn’t work. The heavy, suffocating weight of his gaze only made my skin flush hotter.
Finally, Kain set down his knife. He picked up his linen napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth with a slow, elegant deliberation that made my breath catch in my throat.