Chapter 4 UNCONTROLLABLE DESIRES

Lyra watched Kael's chest rise and fall uncontrollably. She moved closer, guided by the fire burning within her.

"Kael!" she exclaimed, determined to hug him.

He reacted instantly, raising his arms like a wall between them. He growled furiously.

"Control yourself, Omega! You're making me look ridiculous. Control your damn heat!" he shouted mercilessly, but she didn't back down. She kept desperately reaching for him.

"Kael, I'm your mate... your second mate." Lyra extended her hand, completely desperate.

"You're crazy!" he spat. "You'll never be my second mate."

At that moment, Kael bitterly remembered how his brother had betrayed him, and above all, how his mate and her lover had humiliated him, and a pang of pain shot through his chest.

Lyra, trapped in the uncontrollable desires of her heat, could no longer bear what she was feeling-"Kael, please, make me yours, help me with this! I... I need you."

"I'll pay you for one night... please, I'll give you whatever you ask, but make me yours. You know that if you don't, I'll die," she said, risking the only thing she had, her meager savings.

For her, that was everything.

"And what about me?" Kael replied, arrogant and indifferent.

"Please, Kael. I'll pay you... help me."

Kael took a deep breath. He was possessed by the scent emanating from Lyra; he couldn't resist the fierce desire that devoured him from within. His wolf roared violently, demanding to take her in his arms, but his pride was as powerful as that impulse.

"What's wrong with you, Omega? Now you want to humiliate me with money, you're completely crazy! Get away from me." Kael grabbed the walls and tried to walk back into the room.

Lyra's wolf was ablaze within her, demanding attention from her man, but he despised her, plunging her into despair.

"Kael! Kael!" Lyra went after him, but her body, burning, could barely move. Then she took a false step and fell face down to the floor, very close to him. Kael, by reflex, managed to grab her body, trapping her in his arms.

His wolf growled; Lyra's scent and essence definitely captivated his senses with profound intensity, and they truly drove him mad, almost to the point of losing his composure. Lyra kept looking at him, and taking advantage of their contact, she brought her eager lips closer, trying to kiss him. He instinctively moved his mouth away, and she planted her lips on his neck, making him shiver, and he couldn't resist.

"I hate you, Lyra! I will never love an Omega like you," he pushed her away from his chest. He couldn't take it anymore; he was aroused, though he refused to admit it.

"Kael, oh!" Lyra pleaded once more.

"So, is that what you want?" Kael growled, his voice harsher than ever. His wounds seemed to disappear under the effect of fury and desire.

In a second, he threw her onto the old bed, and with a single movement, tore her clothes. His eyes dilated to the maximum, intoxicated by the scent emanating from her. Although he couldn't see her, he felt her, he smelled her... and that was enough to harden with brutal urgency.

He ripped the fabric savagely, leaving her completely naked. Lyra was wet, her body ablaze, trembling, vulnerable, and yielding. Kael, consumed by the desire he had tried to deny, pulled down his pants with a tug, freeing his imposing erection.

He also desired her furiously.

His tongue, large and burning, slid over her breasts, devouring her nipples eagerly, and descended intensely over her belly until it reached her center. A single lick was enough for Lyra to feel her internal organs tremble on the edge of an almost unbearable pleasure.

He didn't stop for long. He just wanted to taste her sweetness. Then, with rage and frustration, he rammed into her forcefully. His movements were wild, brutal, as if with each thrust he tried to punish her for desiring him so much.

Lyra gasped; her body burned, begging for more. The marks Kael's teeth left on her skin were like scars of pleasure. She just wanted him to do it harder, deeper.

"Oh, Kael!"

"Shut up!" he growled, as both were dragged towards a violent and shared climax.

Hours later, with dawn peeking through the window, Lyra woke up with a sore body and a clouded mind. She turned and found Kael deeply asleep beside her. She took a deep breath, feeling a strange satisfaction.

She showered in silence and got ready as best she could. Reality hit her again: she had to find a job, something that would allow her to pay the rent and stay alive.