<h4>Chapter 211: Stolen moments</h4>


    <strong>Chari</strong><strong>s </strong>


    The door had barely shut before Kael’s hands were on me.


    He pressed me against the door, clicking the lock into ce. Before I could say anything, or even take a breath, Kael’s hands were on my face and his mouth was on mine.


    The kiss was desperate, hungry, like he’d been holding back for too long and couldn’t anymore. His tongue swept against mine, and I made a small sound of surprise that turned into something else entirely.


    "Kael," I breathed when he pulled back for air. "We need to—"


    But his mouth found my neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive spot just below my ear. My knees went weak.


    "Kael, wait. I need to ask you something—"


    But his mouth captured mine again, deeper this time, and the words tangled on my tongue. His hand slid up the side of my neck, thumb brushing my jaw in a touch that was both tender and desperate.


    Every kiss felt like a im. Every sigh I let out is a surrender.


    "Kael," I managed to whisper as he trailed kisses down my throat, his breath hot against my skin. "We need to talk—"


    He groaned softly against my corbone. "Later," he murmured, "Please, Charis. Just... let me have this."


    His hands slid down to my waist, then lower, pulling me tight against him. I could feel everyplex ne of his body pressed against mine.


    "Why did you..." I tried again, but his lips captured mine in another searing kiss. My hands came up automatically, threading through his hair.


    He walked me backwards until my back hit the wall. His body covered mine, surrounding me with heat and want and need.


    "I love you," he murmured against my lips. "Moons, Charis, I love you so much. You drive me insane. I can’t think when I’m around you."


    The words made my lower belly pool with more want. "Kael—"


    "I need you," he continued, his hands roaming over my body, learning every curve through my clothes. "I need you to know that. Before we go into danger. Before anything else happens. I need you to know."


    His mouth moved to my corbone, trailing kisses along the neckline of my dress. One of his hands slid up my side, his thumb brushing the underside of my breast through the fabric.


    I gasped, my head falling back against the wall. "That feels—oh—"


    "All this talk about killing and rescuing someone in need is turning me on," he thenughed when he saw my surprised face. "I’ve not been on any mission recently; this is a wee distraction."


    "I want you," I breathed. "But Kael, we need to talk about—ah!"


    His hand had found the zipper at the back of my dress. He pulled it down slowly, his knuckles dragging against my spine. The dress loosened, slipping off my shoulders.


    "You came out to Alpha Terry," I tried to say, even as my body was arching into his touch. "About the Bloodborn Wolves. About knowing the Collectors. That was dangerous—mmm—"


    His mouth was on my shoulder now, kissing the skin he’d exposed. "I had to."


    "But you haven’t figured everything out yet. What if—oh god—what if they start asking more questions?"


    "They will," he agreed, pushing my dress lower. His hands were warm against my skin. "I’ll deal with it."


    "Kael, I’m serious—" My words cut off in a moan as his hand cupped my breast through my bra. His thumb circled my nipple, and pleasure shot straight through me.


    "I’m serious too," he said, his eyes dark and intense when they met mine. "About you and about how I want to keep you all to myself. This deliciousness should not be shared, Charis. Mate bond or not."


    He kissed me again, and this time I stopped trying to talk. I just let myself feel—his hands, his mouth, the way he touched me like I was something precious and desperately needed at the same time.


    My hands found the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He broke the kiss long enough for me to tug it over his head. Then his skin was against mine.


    "I love you," he said again, like he couldn’t say it enough. "I love you, Charis."


    "I love you too," I whispered back, and felt him shudder against me.


    His hands slid lower, finding the bare skin of my thighs above my tights. He lifted me easily, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the bed andid me down gently.


    Then he was over me, kissing me deeply, his hands everywhere at once.


    His hands worked my tights, freeing them from me alongside my panties. He pushed me onto my stomach, exposing my womanliness to his hungry gaze.


    "Kael, the door... anyone can walk in."


    "I’m too aroused to walk to the door, Charis. I want you now."


    His hands gripped my hips tightly as he lowered his face between my legs. He took my wetness into his mouth, sucking hard on my nub while his tongue teased and tormented me. I cried out, unable to control the wave of pleasure washing over me.


    His tonguepped up my juices, tasting my arousal as I quaked in his hands. When I quietened, I turned to look at him, stroking himself. His eyes had darkenedpletely.


    He came closer to the bed and rubbed himself at the entrance of my wetness, using it as lubrication for himself before easily sliding into my already soaked entrance, filling me to the brim.


    At first, he started with slow strokes, and then he growled.


    "I’m sorry, my love. You’re too sweet. I can’t go slow."


    With that, he gripped my hips tightly as he pounded into me, his teeth grazing my neck. The sensation was overwhelming., I threw my head back, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through my body.


    "Yes, baby!" I cried out. "Harder!"


    He obliged, picking up the pace and mming into me with a force that left me breathless and aching for more. My core clenched around him, milking his arousal as he continued to im me with each powerful stroke.


    Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving me whimpering in anticipation. Before I could process what was happening, he spun me around.


    "On your knees," hemanded, his eyes dark with desire. I obeyed without hesitation, dropping to my knees before him. His thick shaft filled my hands as I took him into my mouth, stroking him gently.


    "That’s it," he groaned, his hips jerking forward. "Suck me, Charis..."


    With each passing moment, I felt his control slipping further away, reced by a primal lust that took over. I could feel his orgasm building inside him, pulsing against the back of my throat.


    He began to trust wildly, holding my head in ce with his eyes closed. Just when I thought he would spill, a knock sounded on the door.


    We both froze.


    "Ignore it," He murmured, still riding my mouth.


    Then another knock came, louder this time, and before we could react, the door opened.


    "Kael, I need to—"


    Alpha Raymond stood in the doorway. His eyes widened when he saw us—me kneeling in front of Kael naked with his manliness in my mouth and Kael naked and positioned over me.


    Raymond immediately lowered his eyes, looking at the floor. "I apologise. I didn’t mean to interrupt."


    My face went hot with embarrassment. I scrambled to my feet, looking for how to cover myself.


    "Go ande backter," Kael said, not moving from his position over me. His voice was filled with irritation. "I’m in the middle of something."


    "Kael!" I gasped, horrified at his rudeness. I smacked the back of his head. "Be respectful!"


    He finally reached for his discarded pants on the floor and slipped them on while tossing me his shirt.


    Being naked was nothing to werewolves, especially to an Alpha like Raymond, who must have seen a lot of naked people.


    My hair was a mess, my lips were swollen, and I probably looked exactly like a cheap prostitute. This would not be the first time Alpha Raymond was walking in on me, having sex. He used to walk in on me and ter a lot back when we were mates for the first time.


    I couldn’t even look at him. This was ter’s father—the man whose son was missing. And here I was, fooling around with another guy while we should be preparing to rescue him.


    The shame burned in my chest.


    "I’m so sorry," I said to the floor, still unable to meet Raymond’s eyes. "That was inappropriate. We shouldn’t have—"


    "It’s fine," Raymond said, and I could hear the difort in his voice. "Young people... I understand."


    Finally, I forced myself to look up at him. He was still carefully avoiding looking directly at me, but when our eyes met for just a second, I saw something in his expression. Disappointment? Disapproval? I couldn’t quite tell, but it made me feel even worse.


    Then he turned his full attention to Kael, who had retrieved his shirt and was pulling it back on withplete unconcern for the awkwardness he’d caused.


    "I came to tell you," Raymond said, his voice bing more formal, more businesslike, "that I’m ready to trust you with rescuing my son."