Chapter 73: A favour
Yuki glanced at him. She saw the desperation burning in his eyes. His breath came heavy and ragged. She could have walked away but she did not. Something held her there. Maybe it was because he had once done something similar for her in her own moment of need.
It was just to repay a debt. Nothing more. It was all to make Killian owe her a favor she could collect later. She repeated those words in her head like a protective chant. She was convincing herself that was the only reason she had not turned and left the room. It had nothing to do with the invisible pull she refused to acknowledge or the silent ache deep inside her for her mate. Her wolf stirred restlessly beneath her skin. It wanted to get closer. It wanted to claim what fate had dangled in front of her.
Her fist clenched tightly at her side. Yuki walked slowly toward the pool. Her hips swayed with each step as she approached. Killian kept his gaze locked on her. He could not look away even if he forced himself. His eyes traced the outline of her curves and the way her dress draped perfectly over her body. The fabric clung to her in all the right places without being obvious.
Her clothes were not revealing but she had those gentle curves that could make anything look breathtaking. Maybe the rut was clouding his mind and that made her seem so irresistible right now. Every small movement she made seemed to draw his attention like a magnet.
A mocking question rang in her mind. Of course she was irresistible. She carried the same charm Aevia had lured their father with, like a poisonous flower. Its fragrance drew him in intimately and seduced him against his better judgment.
Yuki did not step into the pool right away. She walked along the edge fully conscious of his gaze that never left her. The intensity of his stare made her stomach flutter with nervous excitement. Her folds ached uncontrollably with a growing need. She drew closer. The alluring scent of his rut mixed with his natural woody scent pulled her in stronger than before.
He smelled of crisp pine, aged cedarwood, smooth sandalwood and a faint trace of oakmoss. The clean woody fragrance was maddeningly addictive. It made her wolf restless and eager. She fought the ridiculous urge to step even closer and bury her nose in the crook of his neck. She hated how naturally his scent called to her. It felt like home and danger all at once.
She stopped before him and bent over slowly. Her fingertips brushed his neck. Sparks rippled through him with an intense wave of ecstasy. He was incredibly sensitive to her touch in this state. One simple brush was enough to make his cock twitch so hard he thought he might come undone immediately.
He pressed his eyes shut to control the overwhelming urge to yank her down and kiss her senseless. "Yuki." He hissed as he drew in a sharp breath. All he could smell was that clean rosewood scent. It was not the soft feminine scent Eloise had. It was not rough either. It felt unique and perfectly suited to her.
Yuki leaned down further. Her hand settled firmly on his shoulder. Her skin buzzed with sparks wherever they touched. Her hair spilled over his face like a dark curtain. Then she spoke softly near his ear. "You will not go back on your words, would you?"
"I will not." Killian replied immediately without hesitation.
A genuine smile curled her lips. They always said an alpha weakness was his mate and they were right. Who would have imagined the untouchable Killian Ravencourt would beg the same girl he could not stand for so long?
She grabbed his chin with gentle but firm fingers. Her breath fanned warmly against his skin. "You had better not go back on your words or the entire pack house would know of Killian Ravencourt’s rut." She replied. Something dark and conflicted flickered across his face for a brief moment.
Yuki backed away a step. His claws dug deeply into the walls behind him. He hated the new distance between them. His skin burned with need for her touch. Yuki ignored his obvious suffering completely and walked toward the end of the wall. She took her precious time to unknot a rope by the window. Each deliberate movement heightened the tension in the air.
She untangled the rope carefully then walked back to him with measured steps. Yuki knelt on the floor in front of him. Her gaze remained calm on the surface despite the burning desire raging inside her. "Give me your hands." She requested softly.
His eyes narrowed with suspicion. "What do you want to do?" His jaw tightened as he looked down at the rope in her hand. "If you think that would restrain me you must be joking. I can easily snap it." There was a hint of contempt in his tone but it did not bother her at all.
"I know." Yuki said confidently. "That is why I am using it Killian." Her reply left him stunned and a bad feeling crept up inside him.
"Let me make things clear. I will have to restrain you Killian and if the rope snaps I will instantly mindlink Aevia." It was not an empty threat but it was enough to make him go pale. She was playing a dangerous game. He did not have many moves left in this moment.
As much as it felt like a trap he could not refuse her. Right now she held all the control. "Fine." He said in a low growl even though he knew it would be nearly impossible to keep his hands to himself when every cell in his body ached to feel her.
Yuki’s smile widened with satisfaction and she playfully tapped his nose. "What a good little boy you are." She teased. No one not even Eloise would have the guts to call him a good boy. Not even his mother. Here was the first exception. This little fox who had him at her mercy.
"You are really something." He sneered though his voice lacked its usual bite.
Her lips brushed his and she carefully nibbled on his lower lip. Electric sparks erupted between them. He instinctively leaned forward to deepen the kiss but she pulled back and pressed him down with surprising strength.
"Do not be in a hurry." She chuckled lightly. The sound was delicate and almost sweet. Nothing like the devil tormenting him right now. "Be a good boy now and give me your hands." Something dark and hungry flickered across his eyes. Yuki’s fingers slowly ran through his hair. Even that small touch felt like a mercy in the middle of his torment.
His Adam’s apple bobbed visibly as he swallowed hard. Setting aside every bit of his pride he placed his hands behind his back. Yuki smiled satisfied. " That’s better. Good boys get rewarded.". She quickly wrapped the two centimeter thick rope around his wrists turning it into multiple tight knots to secure his hands. Even though she knew it was useless against his full strength she was not going to make things easy for him. The restraint was as much psychological as physical.
Yuki tugged on the rope firmly to make sure it was secure. After she finished she stepped back to admire her work. To be short it was breathtaking. A helpless Killian glared at her while completely drenched. Water dripped from his hair and body. His muscles strained against the bonds. She bit her lip. He might be an asshole but at least he was a gorgeous one. The sight of him like this sent a fresh wave of heat through her core.
Yuki reached for the hem of her dress and began to pull it off slowly. She could not afford to get it soaked because of him. The fabric glided up her body inch by inch. Killian’s eyes followed the movement hungrily. He watched every reveal with raw hunger until the dress was completely off. In the misty room her skin looked slightly flushed and delicate. His fangs ached to sink into her soft flesh but he dared not move.
Her gaze met his without flinching. She did not look away as she slowly stepped into the pool. The cold water shot straight into her like needles. The water was freezing. What she had thought was steam was actually thick mist rising from the surface. Yuki gritted her teeth against the shock and stood before his sharp predatory eyes. Her fingers reached for his buckle.
"Remember if the rope breaks then this stops being your dirty secret Alpha Killian." She threatened with a steady voice. Her own heart raced wildly in her chest as she waited for his next reaction.