Chapter 142: Whet

His entire body stiffened as her cool lips brushed his. His fingers loosened in her hair and for one suspended heartbeat, his mind went utterly blank.

She kissed him. Not hesitantly and not by accident. She had closed the distance herself, although he was doing his best to deter her. He should have pushed her away. Instead, he stood frozen, painfully aware of how soft her lips were against his.

Did she think he could be bought so easily? Did she think any of her actions would make him forget the years he had spent hating her?

While his thoughts resounded in his head, his body acted otherwise. His fingers tangled in her hair once again—but not to cause pain and not to pull her away. Rather, he adjusted her so he had proper access to her lips.

Her honey scent filled his nostrils and as the kiss deepened, Keenan felt his worries dissipate. He wasn’t sure he had ever tasted anything so sweet.

She whimpered against his lips as he kissed her back and her hand stretched out to touch his chest. Keenan drew a ragged breath as her cold palm touched his chest. Her fingers lightly grazed his scar and he grunted in disappointment when she avoided it.

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fair that the one who had caused him the most pain would evoke this reaction from him. He wanted the woman who gave him this scar to touch it. He must have lost his marbles in her father’s dungeons.

He broke the kiss and her blue eyes shimmered in the candlelight. She had a dazed expression that mirrored his own. Her hand on his chest shook and he could see the moment fear crept in.

Was it because he stopped?

He should end it here. That was the best approach. He couldn’t help but feel he was about to cross a line he could never get back from. She was not the kind of woman to meddle with. Her act always worked, no matter how many times she had betrayed him.

The candle made a soft clank as he pushed it aside. The poor stick rolled off the dresser and fell to the floor without a sound. Its light went out just as silently.

The room darkened with barely any moonlight streaming in but Keenan didn’t need light. His eyes had adjusted far too quickly to the darkness.

He picked her up like she weighed nothing and placed her on the dresser. He closed the gap between them and stood between her parted legs.

He leaned over her and she watched him with curious eyes, her lips slightly parted as she waited. He captured her lips again and his hand rested on her thigh.

Her soft, smooth skin called to him. It felt delicate against his coarse hand, reminding him once again of their differences. But he couldn’t stop touching her; he didn’t want to.

He slowly traced her thigh, gradually inching up until his hand was underneath her dress. He particularly liked the gasp she let out and the way her body jerked when he touched her right in that sweet spot he liked so much.

He swore as he leaked onto his robe. He was so hard, his skin felt stretched to its limits. Touching her only seemed to worsen his state, but he couldn’t get enough of it.

He traced his fingers over her folds, noticing the way she tensed with each stroke of his finger. He slipped one in and she moaned softly against his lips and her body shook against him. It was admirable how something so tight that could barely take in his finger could take his entire cock.

Her warmth tightened around his finger, and he wanted nothing more than to plunge into that warm, tight wetness he was familiar with. But he wanted her ready. He could hardly hold on to his thoughts as it was; he doubted he would have any control when his cock had a taste.

Her hips made a slight rocking motion against his finger as he deepened the kiss. He held her head in place and parted her legs some more to give him enough access. He pulled out his finger and nearly lost his mind at the wet sound.

He pushed two fingers in this time, enjoying the feel of her juices on his fingers. He wondered what they would taste like. He pushed his fingers as deep as they could go. She grabbed his robe, moaning against his lips. He wished she would touch his chest again.

He pulled his fingers out, and her thick scent infiltrated his nostrils. He broke the kiss, breathing hard against her. He wanted her tight entrance to suck on his cock as she had his fingers.

Keenan internally swore—she was turning him into someone he didn’t recognize.

He ripped open his robe, and his cock bounced, the tip glistening. She stared at him with heavy eyes filled with anticipation. She made things difficult for him. Her eagerness only whet his appetite.

He pulled her hips closer to the edge, lifting her legs so they rested on his arms as he grabbed her arse. Her palms lay on the dresser for support. She didn’t look away from him as he closed the gap.

With their eyes locked, he thrust into her, enjoying the way her entire body tensed around him. He gripped her arse tighter, the tip of his cock tingling with too many sensations. He could feel every corner of her rubbing against his hard cock.

He pulled back and shoved right in, grunting loudly as her walls sucked him in, welcoming him back. His skin slapped against hers with each thrust and her breasts shook from the motion.

He regretted not taking her clothes off. What a sight this would have been—to see how deeply embedded he was in her.

"Alpha Keenan," she cried, her legs tightening around his arms as the thrusts got faster.

"Yes," he replied as he pulled out. "I thought you said you could handle anything." He thrust again before she could reply.

"Awk! It’s deeper than—ah!" She cried, leaning her head backwards as she shook against him.

Her inner walls were telling him just what he wanted to hear—they clung tighter, quivering with every thrust.

"Alpha Keenan!" She cried again.

The dresser shook; the sound of it banging against the wall was loud enough to wake the whole house. But he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to and by the way she tightened her legs around him, she didn’t want him to stop either.