Claimed By The Lycan King (Kaia) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Kaia's POV

His hands wrapped around my throat, firm but not painful.

A small gasp escaped my lips, but before I could even process it, his mouth crashed into mine. My world spun.

His kiss was hungry, possessive, like he was claiming me in every way he could. His hands held the back of my head in place, his thumbs caressed my jawline as his tongue begged for entrance.

I opened for him willingly,

“Ahmmm” I moaned into his mouth as his tongue danced with mine. It tasted like a reward, like I was finally getting what I had longed for—to be his, to bear his mark.

My hands gripped his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt as we moved in a slow, heated circle around the room.

“I love you, Kaia,” He blurted out between kisses, his voice breathless and desperate

I froze, as I broke the kiss abruptly. His eyes searched mine with such intensity that left me breathless.

My mouth searched the right response to his words, but I couldn’t find one. All I knew was that it felt right, coming from him. It was everything

“Say it again,” I whispered, my voice rough with need.

“I love you,” He mouthed, my eyes widened at his confession. He was hesitant to confess, and lips trembled as they begged for his to return. My eyes pleaded with him—to take me, to make me his completely.

Without hesitation, he kissed me again, this time with much emotion that left me dizzy.

His hands gripped my waist, and with a swift motion, he hoisted me up. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, my core pressed against the hard ridge of his cock.

“Mark me, Kieran,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “Make me yours.”

His hands cupped my ass, squeezing firmly as his tongue continued its relentless assault on my mouth.

The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of mint and something he had been holding back in him.

He carried me to the bed, laying me down gently but with a possessiveness that made my heart race.

His face hovered above mine, his breath hot against my skin. I couldn’t keep my hands away from him, running them over the strong biceps I’d admired for so long. My eyes darted to the bulge in his pants, and a surge of need shot through me. I wanted him—badly.

“You’re already mine,” he huffed, his voice thick with desire.

His hands moved to my lingerie, he traced his fingers along the delicate fabric. He placed soft kisses on my neck, each one sent a spark of electricity through me.

His lips trailed lower, brushing against my collarbone before finding the hardened peaks of my nipples through the silk.

My back arched off the bed, “Kieran” More moans escaped my lips.

My hands flew to his head, fingers tangled in his dark hair as I silently begged him to take me in his mouth.

He didn’t stop, kissing his way down my stomach, each touch causing a fire in my veins. When he reached my thighs, he paused, his gaze locked with mine.

“I held back for long, Kaia,” he said, his voice low and manly . My chest rose and fell with each labored breath. “I won’t anymore.”

With a swift motion, his hands moved to my shoulders, pulling down the fabric of my lingerie.

“Oh!” A gasp escaped my lips at his intensity, my body trembled with anticipation.

He removed his shirt, tossing it across the room, and I couldn’t help but admire the hard planes of his chest, the way his muscles flexed with every movement.

Suddenly, he gripped my legs firmly, spreading them apart.

“Kieran?” I mouthed, my voice echoed with shyness and uncertainty , though I knew exactly what was coming.

“Watch me eat you,” he commanded, his eyes never left mine as he lowered his head to my inner thighs. His lips brushed against the sensitive skin, his breath hot and sweet.

“Ahh, hmm,” I moaned, my fingers clutched the sheets as his kisses traveled closer to where I needed him most. My hands found their way back to his hair, tugging gently as my hips lifted off the bed, desperate for more.

And then I felt it—his heated breath against my entrance, the first lick of his tongue that sent me spiraling.