My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Chapter 73 CLIFF’S EDGE

SERAPHINA’S POV

My mind exploded into a whirlwind.

I should have pushed Kieran away the second his mouth claimed mine—every rational thought in my head screamed that I should.

But there was this inner pull, this traitorous force buried deep in my bones, that made me lean into him instead of away.

It was like my body had been waiting for this, and the relief in his kiss sank into me like sunlight breaking through a storm.

His lips were hot, demanding, almost frantic, and underneath that hunger I could taste the edge of his panic and something wild—sharp, intoxicating.

I could feel the wild thud of his heart, feel his passion in the unrestrained way his mouth moved against mine, in the desperate press of his palm at the back of my neck, in the raw, untamed energy that poured from him.

Without thinking, I responded, unable to help the small, helpless sound that escaped me. My fingers curled into the warm, hard muscle of his shoulders, clutching like I could anchor him—like I could calm whatever storm was tearing him apart inside.

The heat from his sweat-slicked skin seeped into me, chasing away the lingering cold that had wrapped around me ever since the rogues had taken me.

And the longer his mouth stayed on mine, the further the pain in my body receded.

My ribs didn’t ache so much. The throbbing at my temple faded. The sting in my wrists dulled to nothing but a memory.

It wasn’t just Ashar’s strange healing touch—it was the way Kieran kissed, pouring everything he was into it, leaving no space for fear or pain to survive.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me out of the backseat, anchoring me between his body and the car.

He deepened the kiss, angling my head so his lips could move more fully over mine, and a low, guttural sound rumbled in his chest.

His tongue swept against mine, coaxing, claiming, tasting me like he couldn’t get enough. Heat unfurled low in my stomach, curling and tightening until I was breathless.

Gods help me, I didn’t want to stop.

I matched the urgency of his mouth with my own, letting myself drown in the taste of him—the mix of adrenaline, sweat, and something simultaneously achingly familiar and deliciously foreign.

My pulse roared in my ears, my fingers sliding from his shoulders to his neck, feeling the strong line of muscle there as I pulled him closer.

His arms tightened around my waist, smashing me harder against the hard lines of his naked body, and I whimpered, my hips canting of their own accord.

And then I felt it.

Hard. Heated. Pressing into my hip.

A jolt of reality crashed through the fog.

I froze, the haze of heat in my veins icing over in an instant.

Kieran’s hand was still at the back of my head, holding me to him like he thought if he let go, I’d disappear.

His breathing was harsh against my lips, and when I broke away, he chased me forward, his mouth brushing mine again like he couldn’t help himself.

“Kieran,” I said sharply, shoving at his chest.

His naked, toned, slick chest.

He resisted for a heartbeat, his grip tight, before finally letting me push him back. His eyes glinted like obsidian jewels, pupils blown wide, lips swollen and wet from our kiss.

He’d just taken on a mini army of rogues and hadn’t looked as...wrecked as he did now.

For a charged moment, neither of us moved. The air sparked between us like a live wire dancing dangerously close to a pool of gasoline. One wrong move and the world would explode around us.

I swallowed tightly, and training my eyes above his shoulders felt like a more challenging task than childbirth.

I exhaled sharply. “We’ve established that that was a shitty lapse of judgment on my part. I was out of my goddamn mind!”

Something flickered in Kieran’s eyes—hurt, maybe—but it was quickly masked by stubborn defiance. “You can tell yourself that all you want. Doesn’t make it true.”

My temper snapped. I yanked the door open, slid into the back seat, and slammed it hard enough to make the frame shudder. “Drive me home.”

Kieran didn’t move. His hands tightened at his sides, his jaw flexing like he was biting back words he wanted to spit at me. The silence stretched until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“You know what? Forget it.” I shoved the door back open, my movements sharp, angry. “I’ll walk.”

An aggravated sigh. “Sera—”

But I was already out, slamming the door behind me. The sound echoed off the empty street as I stalked away from the car, my sandals crunching against gravel and broken glass.

The adrenaline from earlier was ebbing fast, leaving only exhaustion, anger, and the faint tremor of something I didn’t want to name.

The night air felt thick, pressing in on me with the weight of what I’d just done. My pulse was still unsettled, my breath uneven, as if my body hadn’t yet decided whether it wanted to keep running from Kieran or run back to him.

I was still replaying the way his lips burned through me like a heated rod through butter, my skin tingling from the weight of his body against mine, the heat of his arousal pressed against me.

I could still hear the way his voice had cracked when he said my name—still trying to shove that sound into some dark corner of my mind—when headlights flared against the cracked asphalt ahead.

Another car came barreling down the street from the direction Kieran had come, engine growling low like some sleek predator on the hunt.

My stomach dropped.

The familiar silhouette of an Aston Martin filled my vision, closing the distance too fast, tires squealing as it swerved and came to a haphazard halt directly in my path.

The driver’s side door swung open, and out stepped Lucian.