Chapter 26: Chapter 26
Kyra’s POV
The scent of Kieran’s intoxicating blend of cedar and musk filled the small space before I even saw him move behind me in the mirror.
I sniffed and tried to calm myself. I looked down and wiped my wet cheeks, avoiding eye contact with him through the mirror.
"Don’t let him see you weak," Sylvia growled in my mind, but her usual bravado faltered when Kieran’s large hands settled on my waist, turning me to face him with that terrifying Alpha strength.
"You don’t have to hide anything from me, Kyra," he murmured, his calloused thumbs wiping away tears I hadn’t realized were still falling. His touch burned, hotter than any human’s.
"He doesn’t deserve you," he growled, the vibration rumbling through my chest. "An Alpha who abandons his pregnant mate deserves neither pack nor pity."
Sylvia whined in agreement, her loyalty torn between our broken bond and the wolf holding me.
Biting my bottom lip, I met his eyes. "I want to forget him, Kieran. I’ve been trying, but I think I’m just fooling myself."
He pressed his forehead to mine as our eyes locked. For a moment, I was frozen by what he did. The coldest man I’d ever known just showed sympathy. I didn’t know what to do.
"You can forget him, Kyra. I will help you."
"W-What do you mean?" My heart raced as a certain emotion flickered in his eyes.
He swallowed hard and moved even closer, squeezing our bodies together. For some reason, I shivered at the sudden contact.
"Be... mine."
My lips parted in shock. I was taken aback. I couldn’t breathe properly as I stared into his deep brown eyes. What was he saying?
"K-Kieran..." I could only utter his name. I wanted to step back, but I was already cornered between the sink and his body.
I felt goosebumps when he brushed his lips lightly on mine. An electrifying sensation ran through my body and immediately reached the flesh between my legs. Oh my God!
I gasped and pressed my palms against his chest, stopping him.
"Kieran, w-we’re stepsiblings..."
"It doesn’t matter," he whispered as he gently kissed my cheek. "We’re not related by blood, Kyra."
My lips trembled as I felt the pleasure again. "T-This is wrong. Why are you d-doing this?"
"I like you..." he whispered again and lifted my chin with his forefinger. Our eyes met and I felt as if I was burned by the flame of desire in his eyes. "So damn much, Kyra."
With that, he claimed my lips in a fiery and pleasurable kiss. My mind fell into chaos.
Sylvia howled in my mind, "Push him away!" but my body arched toward him instead.
I couldn’t think properly. He was kissing my lips, and his kisses were becoming hungry and aggressive.
"Kiss me back," he commanded against my mouth, his dominance wrapping around me like a physical force. "Kiss me back... Don’t kill me with your coldness."
As if I was suddenly enchanted, I found myself kissing him back. I shouldn’t have liked his kisses because it was very clear that we were stepsiblings. However, I couldn’t stop myself anymore. My legs and arms voluntarily wrapped around him as he carried me and set me on top of the sink.
"Ah!" I moaned and arched my back when I felt his palms travel over my body. They reached my bosom, and he immediately squeezed it gently.
His lips trailed along my jaw, kissing my skin before returning to my mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair as I felt the flesh between my legs getting wet.
Oh God! Why am I feeling this way?
He was kissing me differently, and I kind of liked it. He was aggressive, he was in a rush. I found myself moaning uncontrollably as he licked every inch of my neck. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I felt the sudden rush of frustration caused by what he was doing.
"K-Kieran..." I moaned, almost breathless as he slid his right hand inside my pants.
My lips parted and I gasped when he caressed my core through the soft and thin fabric covering it.
"Look at me," he ordered, his eyes glowing faintly gold with Ronan’s presence.
"Ohh!" I moaned again and my eyes rolled back in pleasure as he traced my slit with his forefinger. When I opened my eyes, I saw him watching me with a darkened expression, lust dancing in his eyes.
I scratched his back through his clothes as I felt the overwhelming pleasure of my nearing climax. He wasn’t doing anything other than caressing my flesh, but I was almost dying from anticipation and lust.
This was crazy, but I liked it.
He moved closer and placed a fiery kiss on my chin. He kept caressing me down there until he moved my panties to the side and pushed a finger inside me.
It was like a string had snapped. It was as if someone smacked my head and I came back to my senses. Everything returned and Nathan’s face appeared in my mind. I pushed Kieran away with trembling hands and squeezed my legs together. Embarrassment washed over me as I saw his finger coated in my love juices, and he stared blankly into my eyes.
My cheeks burned and I immediately jumped down from the sink, feeling so uncomfortable between my legs.
I turned my back on him and rushed out of the restroom without looking back. My legs were weak and I could still feel his kisses and touch. I felt so pathetic for feeling that way towards my stepbrother. Damn it! I shouldn’t feel that way, but I couldn’t help it. It’s probably because of the pregnancy, but still... I let him touch me. I made out with my stepbrother and we almost did it. We... Oh my God!
I gasped and went straight to the elevator. Good thing our hotel room was in the same building as the restaurant. I couldn’t think properly. My mind was trapped by the memory of what had happened in the restroom. Oh God! We made out in a public place. I’m just thankful no one entered the restroom during that time.
My heart was still racing in my chest as I silently rode the elevator. When I reached the right floor, I immediately walked towards the hotel room and opened the door. However, I paused when my eyes caught a white envelope under the door.
I picked it up as I walked toward the bedroom, still feeling uncomfortable.
I immediately opened the envelope and felt my blood boil in anger when I saw what was inside. It was an engagement invitation, and this was from Sophia. She even wrote a letter, which angered me even more.
