Chapter 3 Liar

Lilith's POV

That night, I stood outside Kieran's door, my arms full of textbooks, my fingers hovering just inches from the wood.

My heartbeat was so loud I swore it would crack my ribs.

I know what'll happen if I go in--last night's chaos is still fresh, my skin tingling with the memory of his hands.

But if I don't, he'll storm my room, and nothing will change.

I bite my lip and knock softly.

"Come in."

His low voice vibrates through the door. My fingers tremble as I push it open.

Kieran's in an armchair by his desk, robe loose, exposing his chiseled chest.

His eyes lock on me, predatory, like a wolf sizing up prey.

"Come here."

I clutched my books tighter, inching forward. The second I was within reach, he yanked me onto his lap.

"Study," he ordered, his arms banding around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. His breath ghosted over my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I grip my pen, trying to focus.

I tried. Really, I did.

But his hand starts wandering. It slides over my stomach, fingers grazing my inner thigh.

I shudder, my pen scratching a jagged line across the page.

"Focus," he chuckles against my ear, but his fingers lift my nightgown, stroking my waist.

I hold my breath, trying to ignore him, until his hand cups my breast.

"Mmph..." A soft moan escapes, my pen clattering onto the desk.

The thin fabric's no barrier. He squeezes my breast, his thumb deliberately rubbing my hardened nipple.

"Kieran..." My voice shakes as I try to pull away, but he holds me tighter.

"Your nipples are fucking gorgeous, baby," he murmurs, hot breath burning my ear. "All pink and desperate for me."

Shame floods me. I shrink into him, but he lifts my gown, exposing my breasts.

The pink tips stand stiff under his fingers, pitifully erotic.

Then he lowers his mouth, sucking one.

"Ah!" The wet heat makes me go limp, his tongue flicking, teasing, sucking. My mind blanks.

I grab his hair to push him off, but my hands are weak, my brain craving the pleasure.

My resistance feels like an invitation.

He chuckles, switching to the other nipple, licking, sucking, relentless.

When he finally pulls back, both are swollen, glistening with his spit.

Before I can catch my breath, his lips crash onto mine, tongue plunging in, tangling with mine.

This kiss was hungry--all teeth and tongue, his grip bruising as he devoured me.

I melted into it, dizzy, until I felt it--

The hard length pressing against my ass.

"No--!" I shoved at his chest, panting. "I have school tomorrow--"

He didn't stop. Just untied his robe, freeing his dick, thick and flushed.

"I'll be quick," he promised, guiding it between my thighs.

I should've fought harder.

But I didn't.

I'm facing away, straddling his lap. Trusting him, I squeeze my thighs, letting his thick shaft grind between them.

I glance down, seeing the swollen head poke through my pale thighs, sliding in and out.

"Mmm...ahh..." Pleasure jolts through me like electricity. I bite my lip to stay quiet, but he grabs my chin, turning me for a kiss.

His hips thrust harder, rocking me up and down, the chair creaking, mixing with wet sounds and my whimpers.

It's filthy.

His hands knead my breasts, his dick fucks my thighs, his teeth nip my neck.

I'm a boat in a storm, tossed by his rhythm.

"Quick" turns into an hour.

When he finally cums, my thighs are slick with his thick, white seed.

In the bathroom, he washes me. I glare, muttering, "Liar..."

Something sparks in his eyes. He kisses me hard, voice rough. "Don't look at me like that, or I'll really fuck you."

I shut my eyes, lashes brushing his palm.

His stifled groan tells me he's holding back, this devil of an Alpha fighting his urges.

***

The next few nights, I slept in his bed.

We did everything.

Sometimes he fucks my thighs, sometimes I jerk him off, or he uses my breasts to get off.

His arms lock around my naked waist, my back pressed to his burning chest.

Half-asleep, I feel his lips graze my neck, a silent claim.

Weekends were worse.

He'd keep me in bed all afternoon, coaxing my clothes off, mapping my body with his mouth, his teeth. My protests meant nothing--he turned me to liquid with just a touch.

Even studying wasn't safe.

He'd drag me into his office, sit me beside him--only to pull me into his lap minutes later, stripping me bare, his hands roaming as he kissed me breathless.

Then?

Bed. Always.

I was exhausted.

So when Kieran holds me and says he's leaving for a meeting with another pack, my foggy brain snaps awake, eyes lighting up.

He narrows his gaze, swinging a long leg over me, pinning me down.

He grabs my chin, forcing eye contact. "Maybe I should take you with me."

I panic, shaking my head. "No."

He leans closer, lips brushing mine, unyielding. Afraid he'll change his mind, I open my mouth, my tongue hesitantly slipping into his.

It sets him off. A low groan rumbles in his throat, and he flips me over, his hard dick pressing between my thighs again.

"K-Kieran--" I squirmed. "School tomorrow--"

Usually, that worked.

Not tonight.

He didn't stop. Just nudged my thighs apart, his tip pressing where I was slickest.

"Please," I begged, voice breaking. "Just...hurry."