Chapter 119: Chapter 119
Elara POV
Panting with desire and lust, I look at Kane. Oh, how I missed those piercing blue eyes and luscious lips.
“Okay,” he nods, pushing his fingers through his hair. “What do you want to talk about? Ask me anything.”
I love this man; the reality strikes like lightning, and suddenly, my mind goes blank, and my apologies and explanations dry up. Being with him places him in danger. I am the reason he got locked up. I am the reason he must hide here. How can I say I love him, and put him through all this?
“I’m selfish,” I blurt out, and he looks at me confused. “All of this is my fault. You’re stuck here because ...”
“Elara, it’s not,” he cuts me off gently, cupping my face. “The council has been up to no good long before you came into our lives. If anything, my family’s responsible for your troubles.”
“But ...”
“But nothing,” he interrupts, curling his fingers into my hair, pushing my head to the side, and kissing me tenderly on the neck.
“We’ve lost enough time,” his lips move to my ear, and a shiver runs through me when he nibbles on my earlobe. “Let’s not waste more playing an endless blame game.”
“Okay,” I sigh contentedly, surrendering to my desire. “The Council’s to blame.”
“Agreed,” he grunts, picking me up and placing me in a sitting position on the table.
His mouth crashes against mine in a desperate, demanding kiss. Need and desire for him explode low in my belly, and I rip his shirt off in one quick tug. I moan as I trace my fingers down his muscular torso.
He intensifies the kiss as he reaches for my blouse, and clothes fly across the kitchen. The wooden table is rough against my naked ass, but I forget all about it as his eyes hungrily glide over my breasts and down to my hips.
We lock eyes, and he places his hands on my knees, gently spreading my legs. He kneels, and my fingers cramp around the table’s corner when he lazily runs
his tongue along my slit. He laps and sucks at my clit, making my back arch involuntarily, and I grab his hair desperately, pulling his mouth back up to mine.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in until his arousal teasingly presses against my mound. His hands roam my back down to my butt, pulling me closer to his perfect, naked body.
I revel in our skin-to-skin contact. His chest presses against my breasts, stimulating my nipples until they are painfully hard and sensitive. I reach down between our bodies, and he jerks when I take his erection securely in my hand. He breathes faster as I stroke him.
His lips break away from mine, and he leans over, taking a breast into his mouth, and I moan in pleasure. His tongue twirls and teases my nipple, encouraging me to stroke faster and vigorously.
“Enough,” he growls, grabbing my wrist tightly. “Please.”
I look at him, curl my fingers around his neck, and bring his lips closer to mine. The kiss is loaded with promise and desire. He settles himself between my legs, pointing his erection at my opening.
He looks deeply into my eyes as he tediously slowly glides into me. My eyes flutter closed, and I rest my head against his shoulder as he fills me completely.
“Oh, Goddess,” I moan. “I forgot how good it feels.”
I tighten my legs around his rock-hard torso, bucking up my hips to meet his thrust. His arms go around my back, pulling me impossible tight against him as he slowly moves his hips back and forth, gliding in and out.
I grab his hair, ravishing his mouth, hungry and in need for more of him. He increases our pace, moving deeper and faster inside me. A tangled knot of pleasure wove its way up from deep inside me, threatening to explode at any second. My legs cramp around his waist, and I pant desperately for air as my desire increases to a new height.
“Oh, Kane,” I moan when an earth-shattering orgasm tears through me, and my entire body trembles against him.
Kane lets out a roar and his cock surges, spilling his seed deep inside me.
We cling to each other, our sweaty bodies entangled as we catch our breaths.
“I love this kind of talk,” Kane grins, leaning over and kissing me long and tenderly.
“We should do it more often,” I smile as he pulls away.
“What the hell is going on here?” Axel’s cry snaps us back to reality, and I turn to look at him.
“We were going to make omelettes,” Kane grins. “But then we got sidetracked.”
“I can’t believe you two,” Axel snaps, crossing his arms. “How could you do this without me?”
“Is there a double mate rule stating we can’t do it without you?” I ask, frowning.
I push Kane away, jump off the table and reach for my clothes. I cannot tell if Axel is upset about what happened or disappointed that he did not join. Either way, I am not going to apologise, nor will I feel guilty. Sex between Kane and me came naturally. It is not like we planned it.
“There’s no rule,” Kane scoffs, putting on his pants. “He’s just hungry.”
“But there’s such a thing as consideration,” Axel grunts. “We have lost all that time, and must reconnect, and you’re doing it without me.”
His last sentence gets to me. This is not about sex and jealousy; this is about fear. Kane and I spent time alone, crossing the bridge after my disappearance. But Axel and I have not.
“Okay, Kane,” I say, tapping him on his shoulder. “You should go. Axel and I will make the omelettes.”
“But ...,” Kane protests, but I widen my eyes, and he sighs. “Fine, but you better not burn mine.”
“Great,” Axel scoffs. “He gets sex, and I get the work.”
“Are you seriously going to pout, or are you going to talk to me?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “I don’t mean to sound like an ungrateful child.”
“I get it,” I smile, taking his hand. “Kane and I had time to talk, but we haven’t. You and I need to catch up.”
He smiles sheepishly at me, and I kiss him on the cheek.
“Come on,” I drag him to the stove. “Once we’re done, you can rub it in Kane’s face that you can make an omelette, and he can’t.”
