Page 26 of Alpha's Runaway Mate

“You’re healing slowly,” he observed, and I withdrew my hands from his instantly, avoiding his eyes.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s healed.”

“Is it?”

He caught my arm and pulled me back towards him, our bodies colliding as I pressed against him. Then he pried my hands open, revealing the cut that had yet to fully heal.

“That’s not normal, Lyra,” Kaine whispered, his voice low and filled with concern. He stood too close to me, his eyes piercing mine, searching for answers. But I couldn't give him the answers he wanted, I couldn’t tell him the reason for this. We’d just unraveled so many pent-up emotions and lies, and I felt like it was enough for one night. I was already an emotional wreck after everything that happened, I didn’t want to feel any pain anymore.

The world around us blurred as we stood there, lost in each other’s eyes, our hands intertwined. Kaine’s expression was gentle, his eyes reflecting an emotion I recognized—need.

“There’s no apology that could take back the terrible things I’ve done to you, Lyra,” he said, his voice soft and raspy, filled with a familiar tenderness that now seemed too dangerous for me to embrace. “But I am truly sorry for hurting you, for breaking your trust, and for betraying you. If you’ll let me, I want to be a part of Leo’s life just as much as I want to be in yours. I cannot undo the past, but I promise you this time, I’m going to protect you and our son.”

God, how I wanted to believe those words. They felt so sincere, so real. But a heavy weight of doubt always lingered in the back of my mind, reminding of the scars from our past.

I could only stare into those blue eyes that locked onto mine with an intensity that drew me in, swirling me in memories of the past—of love, of betrayal, of pain. It held me like a force I couldn’tresist, even as all the nerves in my body screamed at me to keep up that barrier between us. My heart raced, pounding against my chest so rapidly, I was sure he could hear it. The air around us charged with a tension that made my skin tingle.

In that moment of reckless abandon, Kaine leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. The world around me seemed to come to a standstill, and for the first time in years, I felt the flutter of butterflies in my chest, the thrill of being alive.

His lips moved slowly at first, tentative, as if he was afraid I might pull away. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. The warmth of his mouth spread through me, every inch of my body aching for more. It had been six years since anyone had touched me, six years since I had allowed anyone this close. The feel of his lips and the taste of him was like I was drowning in something I’d missed for so long, something I'd denied myself.

A small desperate sound escaped my throat, betraying the need I’d buried inside for far too long. But just as the kiss deepened, Kaine pulled away.

“Wh—why did you stop?” I asked breathlessly, almost pleading.

His eyes darkened with desire, and without a word, his hand gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly off my feet. His lips crashed onto mine again, this time with a fierce urgency, as if he was making up for the time we’d lost, for every touch denied. The raw, sexual chemistry between us sparked like wildfire. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and my fingers tangled in his hair as I responded with an equal amount of fervency, my entire body ragged with need. Kaine’s grip moved to my neck, tilting it back to trail kisses down my skin.

If I’d harbored any shred of doubt, it disappeared the moment he recaptured my mouth and moaned into the kiss, the sound low and guttural, utterly intoxicating. He started to move, and although I couldn’t see where he was leading me, I guessed it was my bedroom. The feel of my back against the soft bed confirmed my thoughts. Kaine settled on top of me, careful not to press me down with his weight. I could feel the bulge of his erection which fueled my own desire, but he seemed to be treading with caution. I didn’t want that, not now.

Tugging at the hem of his shirt, I attempted to take it off, but he caught my wrist and broke the kiss. His eyes burned with unrestrained desire, yet he asked, “Are you certain, Lyra? I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”

I didn’t think. I just nodded my head and answered. “I’m certain, Kaine.”

With that, he began to move like a hungry wolf. In one quick movement, he lifted me off the bed, balancing me on top of him. Our kiss transformed into a dance of passion that transcended any coordination. He kissed me like his very life depended on it, and I struggled to keep up with his hunger and desperation.

From my mouth, he moved down my temple, trailing kisses. I arched into him, moaning softly as he nipped my nape. That seemed to further ignite the need coursing through him as he removed my top and unhooked my bra, all within seconds. I trembled under his gaze, watching his hooded eyes take in my bare chest. A wave of shyness washed over me, but that feeling faded as quickly as it came when he latched onto my left nipple. A wanton cry of pleasure threatened to escape my lips, but I stifled a moan, aware that Leo was just in the other room. Kaine gently bit down and flicked his tongue over my nipple, andbefore I realized it, he rolled on top of me, his mouth not leaving my skin. He worked his hands down to my pants, unzipping and pulling them off without hesitation, discarding my panties in the process.

Kaine sat up to devour my nudity with his eyes. I felt completely exposed, and not just physically. He seemed to freeze up for a moment, and I took the opportunity to sit up and unbuckle his belt. Together, we removed his pants and briefs. When his shaft came into view, I gasped. I’d almost forgotten how big he was.

He positioned himself between my legs, and wild with anticipation, I closed my eyes. But nothing happened. I opened my eyes to find him gazing down at me.

“Don’t close your eyes, Lyra,” Kaine whispered. “I want to watch as I take you.”

He kissed me once more before pushing inside me, filling me with one deep, penetrating stroke.

“Fuck, Lyra,” he grunted.

I let out a stifled cry of pleasure, unshed tears of pure ecstasy threatening to spill from my eyes. This feeling was wholesome, immeasurable. I was consumed by Kaine, physically and emotionally. I didn’t realize that a tear had fallen from my eyes until he brushed it with his finger. He captured my lips again, this time in a slow, passionate rhythm, and when he pulled back, he whispered, “Can I move?”

All I needed to do was nod. And never breaking gaze, he lifted his weight from me, then plunged into me again, easing in and pulling out, pushing deeper with each stroke.

After my body started to relax and loosen, Kaine began to thrust into me, harder and faster, our bodies slapping against each other. My fingers dug into the skin of his back as he lifted my thighs to allow him to sink even deeper.

My orgasm began to build, muscles pulsating around him. “Kaine…” I moaned his name, and he seemed to lose it. He increased his pace, and that feeling pushed me to the edge. Sobbing his name, I rode the long blissful wave of orgasm with Kaine whispering in my ear, telling me how good it felt to be inside of me, how my body belonged to him, and how hard he was going to come. Within moments, he followed, groaning out as his release filled me.

He collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. As he caught his breath, I traced my fingers along his back, feeling the tension slowly leave his body. We lay in silence, the room filled with the soft sound of our breathing.

Kaine finally lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine with a warmth that sent a thrill through me. He cupped my cheeks, and kissed me deeply, slow and sweet. Then he rolled onto his back, and pulled me into a cuddle, running a hand along my bare back. I nestled against him, relishing the soothing feel of this moment.

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