Chapter 132: Chapter 132
Kyra’s POV
The ballroom blurred around me. Something was wrong. I hadn’t even finished my first glass of champagne. I’d been so careful with drinks all evening. But my head felt heavy. My thoughts were slow.
I pressed my back against the wall near the exit. The Foster Empire celebration continued inside. Voices and music sounded far away. I had left a few minutes ago when something strange started happening to my body.
"Just need some air," I whispered, but my skin felt like it was burning. Sylvia whined inside me. She knew something was wrong.
"Miss Monroe? Are you alright?"
I looked up and saw a man in a dark suit. No, there were four of them. My vision doubled, then tripled. Panic filled my chest.
"We’re here to take you back to your room," one said smoothly.
I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. "No... I’m fine." My tongue felt thick.
"I insist, Miss Monroe. You’re clearly sick." His voice became hard as his hand grabbed my arm.
I tried to pull away, but my body wouldn’t listen. Worse, his touch sent unwelcome heat through me. My body burned with a desperate feeling I didn’t recognize.
Goddess, no. I’ve been drugged.
I struggled weakly as they took me to a black car. My heart raced with fear. Memories of being kidnapped as a child came flooding back. The helplessness. The fear. The desperation.
"N-no," I said as one of them put his hand on my thigh inside the car.
Nathan... please...
Sylvia howled inside me. She was desperate and angry but couldn’t come out while the drug made me weak. I felt tears on my cheeks as unwanted hands touched me. I had walked right into danger. After everything I’d survived, all my careful planning, I’d still been caught.
"KYRA!"
That familiar voice cut through my haze like a knife. Suddenly the hands were gone. I heard fighting outside the car. Then his scent, minty and strong, surrounded me as the car door opened.
"Kyra! Kyra, open your eyes."
I forced my eyes open to see Nathan’s face. He looked worried and angry. Relief washed through me, followed by overwhelming desire. The drug twisted my emotions. It made the connection between us wild and uncontrollable.
"Nathan," I gasped, grabbing his shirt collar. "Touch me."
I felt him go stiff under my fingers. He cursed before picking me up in his arms. He carried me to his car and put my seatbelt on. When he leaned across me, I grabbed his neck and pulled him into a desperate kiss.
For one hot moment, he kissed back. Then he pulled away sharply.
"I’m taking you to the hospital," he growled.
"No!" I sounded so desperate it surprised me. I reached for him again, but this time he held back, keeping distance between us.
"You’re drugged, Kyra," he said. His voice was strained. "I’m not going to let you do something you’ll regret."
"Nathan, please..." The burning feeling was getting worse. Sylvia was whimpering with pain inside me.
He slammed his door shut and gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. "I will fucking find those bastards and tear them apart!" His wolf Alaric’s anger showed in the flash of gold in his eyes.
I turned away and squeezed my thighs together against the growing ache. "Just... take me to my hotel room."
"Damn it!" His fist hit the steering wheel. "Kyra, I can’t..."
"Please." My voice broke. "I need a shower. Cold water. Anything."
The drive to the hotel was torture. Every bump in the road sent shocks through my body. By the time we reached my room, I was shaking. I could barely stand. I went straight to the bathroom, taking off my clothes and turning the shower to the coldest setting.
I caressed my arms as I swallowed the lump in my throat. My lips were still parted. I was still panting, and even after sitting in the shower for almost fifteen minutes, the heat remained. I still couldn’t resist this desire.
My lips trembled as my fingers ran along my legs. I... didn’t want to, but I couldn’t stop my fingers. I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to release this heat. I wanted to... get over this.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard the bathroom door slam. I turned around and was welcomed by Nathan’s warm and soft lips.
I didn’t waste any time. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and started kissing him back. We were both aggressive and I wanted this.
I was panting heavily when Nathan pulled away and stared down at my face. The desire intensified when I saw how dark his brown eyes were. He kept clenching his jaw while looking into my eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked with a hoarse voice, as if he was trying hard to control himself.
I nodded.
"I need your word, Kyra. Say you won’t regret this."
I squeezed my eyes shut before looking at him again. "I won’t. I won’t regret this. I want this. Touch me..."
He cupped my jaw. "Gladly."
He slammed my back against the wall as he kissed my lips aggressively again. We were both hungry for each other. We both desired each other. The undeniable flame of lust was consuming us and neither of us wanted to stop. No one... wanted this to end.
I felt him taking off all his clothes. I helped him unbuckle his belt, and when we were both naked, he lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed me against the wall again before filling me completely, claiming every inch of me once more.
I moaned loudly as I arched my back and hugged his neck tighter. I felt him licking the skin between my breasts, which made me feel even hotter.
I felt so full. His movement inside me was almost too much, but I was loving it. I remembered what we did on Phoebe’s birthday, and it intensified my lust for him.
Not long after, I found myself screaming his name while he thrust in and out of me. We had never been this aggressive before, and I guessed our thirst for each other brought out our deepest desires. Even with the drug in my system, I knew I wanted this. I wanted him.
The bathroom filled with steam and the sounds of our pleasure.
"Mine," he growled in my ear. His rhythm matched the pounding of my heart. "Always mine."
And in that moment, as waves of pleasure crashed over me, I couldn’t deny it. Despite everything we’d been through, despite the pain and misunderstanding, my body and heart still knew he was mine. My love. My Nathan.
