Chapter 142 - 0142
Kaelen POV
"Should we kill him now?"
The moment the question left my mouth, Darius stepped forward. His eyes burned with a dark, predatory light, and a low growl rumbled deep in his chest.
"That would be far too easy," he said coldly. "How else am I supposed to vent my own frustration unless he spends hours begging for death first?"
"We still have the guards," I pointed out, casting a sideways glance toward Isaac and the others.
The instant my gaze swept over them, every guard in the room stiffened. Their backs straightened instinctively, and not a single one of them dared to meet my eyes.
"The more, the merrier, I suppose," Darius muttered, his jaw tightening.
Satisfied, I finally lowered the gun and turned my attention to Nala.
"I’m sure you’ve had enough excitement for one night," I said, a subtle edge creeping into my voice. Deep down, I blamed her for encouraging this entire outing in the first place. However, considering who she was, I couldn’t exactly voice that frustration outright. "You should return to the estate. For your own safety."
I could tell from the tight line of her mouth that she wanted to throw one of her usual sharp remarks back at me.
Surprisingly, she didn’t.
Perhaps because a rare flicker of guilt lingered behind those golden eyes, she simply released a quiet sigh. Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked out of the basement, her blind guard falling silently into step behind her.
Once she disappeared from sight, I turned back to Darius and placed the handgun into his waiting hand.
"You can finish this back at the estate," I said quietly. "I won’t be returning until tomorrow."
The moment those words left my mouth, Darius froze.
His eyes snapped to mine, and understanding settled over his face almost immediately.
After all, a woman was in heat, and there was only one way of easing her suffering.
Naturally, I would be spending the night with her.
It would likely take hours.
Very long hours.
And just the thought of it was enough to make the corner of my lips curl into the faintest smirk.
Ignoring the dangerous flare in Darius’s eyes, I turned on my heel, looked directly at Isaac, and gave a single order.
"Take me to her."
Isaac nodded quickly and led the way through the club’s dim, pulsing corridors. The music still pounded through the walls, but it felt distant and muffled, as though I were moving through a dream instead of reality.
We stopped in front of a private suite at the end of the hall, where the other guard, Paul, stood watch outside the door.
Suddenly, I paused as my gaze landed on his shirt, which was rumpled, and his collar had been pulled loose.
But what really made my jaw clench until it ached was her scent clinging heavily to the fabric of his jacket.
The moment he saw me, he immediately lowered his head.
"Alpha."
For a moment longer than necessary, I just stared at him.
I couldn’t stop remembering how close they had been before, and despite knowing there was nothing between them, my mind betrayed me anyway.
It painted vivid images of him carrying her barely conscious body upstairs, her flushed skin pressed tightly against his broad chest while her scent wrapped itself around him.
The thought alone dragged a low, territorial growl from deep within my chest.
I really needed to get rid of him before he became a permanent nuisance.
But how?
Releasing a slow, controlled breath to suppress the overwhelming urge to snap his neck, I shoved past him.
The heavy door swung open before slamming shut behind me, and the instant the lock clicked into place, her scent crashed into me like a physical blow.
Fuck.
It flooded my senses from every direction. Intoxicating. Wild. Richer and sweeter than it had ever been before.
I nearly staggered backward beneath its overwhelming intensity.
My wolf exploded into a frenzy behind my ribs, snarling and clawing to be set free. At the same time, a violent ache pulsed through my body, hardening me to the point of pain within seconds from nothing more than breathing in the air that surrounded her.
Grinding my teeth, I forced my legs to move.
I followed the sound of her soft, broken whimpers.
With every step toward the massive bed, her intoxicating heat grew heavier, saturating the room until it felt impossible to breathe. It seeped into my blood like liquid fire, making every muscle in my body tighten, and my cock throb so much it hurt.
When I saw her, my breath caught in my throat.
She was writhing helplessly on the dark silk sheets. The top of her dress had been stripped down to her waist, leaving her breasts bare and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.
One of her hands was clamped tightly around her own stiff, pink nipple, twisting and pinching the sensitive flesh until it was flushed a deep, angry red. Her other hand was buried deep between her tightly pressed thighs, two fingers frantically pumping in and out of her soaked folds.
It was the most breathtaking, filthy sight I had ever witnessed, and the corners of my lips slowly curled into a dark, satisfied smirk. Maybe letting her go out tonight had not been such a terrible idea after all.
As I reached the edge of the mattress, I began undoing the buttons of my shirt with practiced ease. I shrugged the fabric off my shoulders, tossed it carelessly onto the floor, and reached for the buckle of my belt.
Now that I was close enough, I could see the beads of sweat clinging to her temples before sliding down her flushed cheeks. Her green eyes were glassy, her pupils so blown that they had nearly swallowed her irises whole. The instant my shadow fell over her and my scent reached her, her soft whimpers dissolved into sharp, broken cries of desperation.
"It hurts," she breathed, her voice cracking as her trembling hand slipped away from her bruised nipple and reached blindly toward me. "Please... it hurts so much."
"Of course it hurts," I whispered softly as I leaned over the bed. Reaching out, I gently brushed the damp strands of hair away from her forehead, wanting a better look at her feverish face. Her skin was burning, practically radiating heat against my palm. "This is what happens when you don’t listen to me."
At my gentle scolding, her plush lips pressed together into an irresistibly adorable, desperate pout.
"I’m sorry," she whined, her hips rolling restlessly against her own fingers. "I’m sorry... I’ll listen to you from now on. I swear. Just please..."
I caught her outstretched hand before it could reach me, lifting her trembling knuckles to my lips and pressing a slow, lingering kiss against her damp skin.
"No need to be sorry," I murmured, my dark amber eyes dropping down to the hard, swollen nipple she had just been torturing. "I’m going to make you feel really good."
At those words, her glassy eyes lit up with desperate hope.
"You promise?" she choked out.
"I promise," I growled softly against her skin.
Unable to hold myself back any longer, I leaned down and closed my warm mouth directly around that stiff, hardened peak, pulling her deep into my mouth.