My Ex Husband The Alpha His Brother The Rogue novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70

-Laila

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When Kael’s lips crash down on mine, my racing heart stutters to a stop. Only to resume beating at an even faster pace.

it thuds against my rib cage with such force, I’m worried it might jump out at any moment.

The kiss is clumsy at first, almost desperate. Heavy breaths, panting restraint. A clash of tongues and desires neither of us know how to control,

But then it steadies and falls into a rhythm.

Kael’s rhythm.

He dominates completely, his tongue explores my mouth, stroking mine. His right hand moves from where it cages me in, to slip around my neck in a choke hold. His grip isn’t tight enough to suffocate… just enough that I feel it.

That I feel his claim.

He tastes like mint, and just a hint of sweetness. But it draws me in, stirring a craving for more.

More of his taste…more of him.

I want him closer.

No, I need him closer.

Kael’s already pressed flush against me but my right hand moves without my control, clutching his coat and pulling him even closer to me.

He complies, but still holds his weight up so I’m not crushed beneath him.

I’m desperately in need of air, but God’s! I don’t want him to stop!

His lips ignite a fire in my veins. Heat pools in my lower belly.

Kael pulls away, allowing me a moment to gasp for breath. He leaves a trail of open mouthed, wet tongued kisses down my neck, my skin burning in the wake of his touch.

The blanket feels itchy against my skin and I want it off. I need it

gone.

But it’s the only thing keeping me from being completely exposed to Kael’s eyes and so I hold on tightly.

Until I feel a tug. “Let go.” Kael’s voice is muffled by my neck. But the command in his tone is unmistakable.

I do.

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The blanket drops from my grip and Kael tugs at it, tossing it carelessly across the room.

Somewhere in the back of my head, I’m hoping it doesn’t land right into the fire behind us.

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Because I didn’t escape a storm only to wind up dead in a cabin fire. And I’m not sure I want my last moments to be with Kael’s tongue down my throat.

With the blanket gone, the cold chill leaves me shivering visibly. But Kael’s body heat soon banishes the cold as his lips find my already hardened nipples,

I gasp quietly as he nips at my nipples, sending a sharp sting that he soothes away with a kiss.

He nuzzles my breasts, his stubble teasing the sensitive skin in a way that makes me hiss aloud.

Kael doesn’t give me time to dwell on it. His mouth closes around me again, hot and greedy, sucking until I feel a tug deep in my belly.

“Kael…” I whimper,

I’m not sure if I want to beg him to stop or ask him not to dare stop.

He doesn’t answer. He never does when he’s like this. Instead, he shifts slightly, his hand cupping my other breast roughly.

His thumb brushes my nipple in lazy, taunting circles. My hips twitch against his thigh in an almost eager squirm.

I shouldn’t be reacting like this. Not to him.

But my body doesn’t listen.

Kael finally lifts his head, eyes hooded, his lips glisten, and his signature smirk is intact. He studies me like I’m something that already belongs to him. Like I’ve never belonged anywhere else until now.

“You know… I never planned on giving you back,” he says, his voice rough, edged with a thick possession.

“Not your body. Not your heart. Not a single piece of you… nothing.”

He grins, almost sinisterly. His eyes shine with a deathly promise.

“I was going to kill him before I let you go back to him. Because you were always meant to be mine.”

My throat tightens. The words aren’t a request. They’re a claim, and the worst part is…some part of me wants to give in, to believe him.

His hand slides lower, over my torso. My muscles clench at the thought of where he’s heading.

“Kael,” I manage, catching his wrist, my nails digging into his skin. “Don’t.”

He goes still. Not from hesitation, but almost like he’s testing me. His gaze flicks to my hand that’s restraining him. Then slowly, deliberately, he ventures further down, the weight of his choice against my resistance.

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I should pull away. I should shove him off. Instead, my grip falters. My fingers loosen first, then slip away entirely.

Kael exhales like he’s won a battle only he knew we were fighting.

His palm presses against the thin fabric of my panties, cupping me, and the heat of his touch burns straight through my sex.

My back arches before I can stop it. A traitorous moan leaves my lips.

“I like you like this. I like how you fold at my touch… helplessly, completely,” he murmurs into my ear, his breath hot against my already heated skin. “You pretend you don’t want this….but your body doesn’t lie. It never has.”

A tinge of humiliation curls in the pit of my stomach, intertwined with the burning desire, until I can’t tell one from the other.

Until I can’t care enough to tell.

His thumb circles lazily, knowingly tormenting me. It dips into my wetness ever so slightly, before he lifts his finger to his lips, tasting me.

A low growl rumbles in his throat. I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood, desperate to keep in the sounds crawling up my throat, to hold some piece of my dignity…some piece of myself back from him.

But Kael, he always knows how to break me.

He leans in, dragging his teeth roughly along my jaw. I gasp. And in that opening, he thrusts his tongue back into my mouth, swallowing the sound, forcing me to taste myself on his lips.

His lips are still on mine while his fingers slowly stroke my sex. I squirm, almost breaking the kiss but Kael doesn’t let me, keeping me firmly in place with his body weight.

His movements aren’t hurried. They’re controlled, deliberate. The jolts of pleasure builds steadily, ripping through me and leaving my knees weak.

If Kael wasn’t pinning me, I’d probably collapse.

His finally slips a finger in. My breath trembles, “Kael…”

He hushes me with another kiss. His finger finds a thrusting rhythm. First one and then two,

I gasp deeply, arching into the couch.

I clutch at Kael’s coat again, pulling, but this time it’s not just to draw him closer, it’s letting myself go… arching into his control.

Kael groans low in his chest, like my surrender is feeding something primal in him. “That’s it,” he mutters against my lips. “Let me in.”

My body arches into his hand. He exploits it, slipping another finger in, leaving me gasping into his mouth.

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The sensations rushing through me are too intimate..too real.

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“Look at you,” he whispers, eyes dark and fixed on me. “So wet…and you still pretend you don’t need me.”

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Tears sting my eyes. Tears of frustration, of desire, and of the maddening loss of control. I can’t form words, I can barely think past the relentless rhythm of Kael’s fingers.

My hips move on their own, meeting his rhythm.

“Say it,” Kael demands gutturally. “Say you want me.”

I bite down on my lip, holding back the words. Clinging to the last strands of my pride.

My body does the exact opposite. As pleasure builds to a peak, my lips fall open, and a cry slips out of my throat, raw and heady. Echoing through the cabin.

Kael doesn’t give me a moment to recover. He withdraws his hand and moves away. The cold air hits my skin, but before I can shiver, he’s right there, hovering over me.

His coat is gone and so is his shirt. His muscles ripple as he undoes his belt, freeing himself.

I’ve seen him enough times but his size is still impressive.

“My eyes are up here.” Kael murmurs, his tone smug.

For a brief moment, our eyes meet. His chest heaves, his breaths ragged and his dark eyes shine with raw, pent up desire.

But he watches me. And I know what this means. It’s the last chance to stop, to pull away. To end this before we complicate our marriage any more than it already is.

But neither of us does.

With a single thrust, Kael’s manhood fills me. The shock steals the breath from my lungs, my nails claw at his shoulders as my sex stretches to accommodate him.

“Fuck!..” he groans, his forehead pressed against mine, voice guttural. “You were fucking made for me, Laila…”

The truth in his words is primal. It rushes through me as surely as the pleasure of his thrusts, dangerous and undeniable.

Kael sets a punishing rhythm. His strokes are deep, his pace relentless. He doesn’t give me a moment to adjust… forcing my body to catch up

The pleasure is blinding. My toes curl, my nails raking down his back as I clutch at him.

My moans have become near cries of pleasure, each sound swallowed eagerly by his mouth.

Kael’s grip never falters. One hand is fisted in my hair, the other grips my thigh, forcing me open for him.

He’s everywhere…inside me, over me, surrounding me, until I don’t know where he ends and I begin.