Page 82 of Sins of His Wrath

Her breath faltered, and her pulse stuttered as the haze of sleep cleared. She wasn’t tangled beneath his weight, breathless from his rough thrusts, his voice murmuring filth into her ear.

She was in her chamber, the cool night air teasing her damp skin.

And he was still there. Watching.

Akoro stood exactly where he had been when she’d collapsed into sleep hours before. The silver moonlight painted his dark features in shadowed relief, his eyes locked on her, unblinking, unreadable. Tension crackled between them, thick, electric, as if the air itself carried the remnants of her dream, her desire, her shame.

Her thighs pressed together, slick pooling between them, mortified.

He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. He could scent her.

Heat rushed up her neck, and she turned her face, her lips parting as she tried to gather her wits, to grasp onto logic. “You—” Her voice came out breathy, her body still pulsing, aching. “You’re not supposed to?—”

“I know.” His voice was low, rough. But there was a hunger in it, a restraint stretched to its limit. He stepped closer, and the air between them grew tight, suffocating. “I agreed not to fuck you.” His eyes gleamed in the dim light, fierce, unrelenting. “But I never agreed not to watch you fuck yourself.”

A shiver raced down her spine, her skin pebbling, her stomach clenching tight. Her fingers curled into the sheets, the warmth between her legs pulsing harder, demanding relief.

He saw it. He always saw it.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice dipping into something dark, sinful. “You ache for me even when you fight it.”

A soft, helpless whimper slipped past her lips. She clenched her thighs harder, but it was no use. She was drenched, her body begging, her instincts screaming for her Alpha’s touch, for his cock, for his claim.

His breath was uneven, ragged. “Let me see you,tmot zia.”

She snapped her gaze to him, her chest rising and falling in sharp bursts. “No.”

His lips curved in the faintest smirk, but his hands flexed at his sides, betraying his struggle. “I won’t touch you. I’ll be good, just like you asked.” His voice lowered, coaxing, taunting. “But let me watch. Let me see how sweet you are when you fall apart.”

Her entire body shuddered, the words scraping along her nerve endings, winding her tighter, hotter. She shouldn’t. She couldn’t.

But she wanted to. And he knew it.

Slowly, painfully, he moved toward the bed, his massive body lowering beside her, close but not touching. Heat radiated from him, scorching her skin, the scent of his arousal thick, potent, devastating.

“Show me, Naya.” His voice was a rasp, his control slipping. “Let me hear you.”

Her breath caught. And her fingers slid lower, slipping into her wet heat, a broken moan falling from her lips as her body arched.

His groan was deep, guttural, his fists clenched tight. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice full of reverence, of possession. “Let me hear how good it feels.”

She was lost, drowning in sensation, in the burn of his gaze, in the way his breath shuddered against her skin. His lips parted, his pupils blown wide as he watched her, as he listened to the wet, sinful sounds of her fingers working herself open.

She moved faster, her body tightening, her release building, and then?—

A deep, rumbling growl vibrated beside her, and his breath was at her ear, scorching, branding her. “Come for me, Omega.”

The command shattered her.

She cried out, her body bowing, waves of pleasure crashing through her, searing, endless. His voice was in her ear, his own moans thick, pained, guttural as he listened to her shatter.

As she came down, her body trembling, he exhaled sharply, his own restraint breaking for a moment. His hand fisted in the sheets beside her, his entire body tight with tension, as if he were barely holding himself together.

A long silence stretched between them, filled only with their harsh breaths, with the scent of her release, with the remnants of her dream still thick in the air.

Then, his voice, soft but low, “I can wait,tmot zia. Next time, I won’t be so good.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

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