Eira’s POV
He leaned in slowly, his eyes flicking from mine to my lips. My lashes fluttered shut just as his mouth brushed over mine.
Featherlight at first. Testing.
His lips were warm, soft, but there was tension beneath them—something restrained. Something hungry.
He kissed me again, firmer this time, drawing my lower lip between his and sucking it gently. My knees nearly buckled. My fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt as my body instinctively pressed closer to his.
His hand slid up the curve of my spine, fingers splaying wide as he pulled me into him. The book he had dropped fell unnoticed to the ground with a soft thud.
He tilted his head, deepening the kiss. His tongue brushed against my lip, coaxing—asking for more. I parted my mouth for him without thinking.
And gods, the way he kissed me after that—
It wasn’t soft anymore. It was hungry.
His tongue slid against mine, slow and deliberate, tasting me, exploring me with a confidence that made my body ache. I gasped against his mouth, and he swallowed the sound like it fueled him.
My whole body felt like it was burning. His hand at my waist gripped me tighter, and the other slipped into my hair, angling my head just right as his mouth consumed mine, deep and erotic and drugging. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
I felt every inch of his chest pressed against mine, every hard line of his body making itself known.
There was no space left between us. No air. No thought.
Just the wet heat of his mouth on mine. The slow glide of his tongue. The way his breath hitched every time I whimpered into the kiss.
When he finally pulled away, it wasn’t abrupt. It was slow, lingering, as if even he didn’t want it to end.
My lips were swollen, my breath ragged, and I was still trembling in his arms.
He rested his forehead against mine, our noses brushing, the sound of our uneven breaths filling the silence between us.
"Now you had your first kiss...with me..." he whispered against my lips, "...and this is just the beginning."
And I believed him. Because I could still feel the taste of him on my lips. Still feel the burn he left on my skin. And I already wanted more.
But then I heard him murmur in a restrained tone, "...only if you weren’t a minor right now..."
I swallowed hard. Then what? What would he have done?
He slowly released me, making sure I was steady on my feet before walking over to my bag. From the side pocket of the bag, he pulled out the small water bottle tucked there and handed it to me.
"Have some water," he said.
I truly needed it. Accepting it with a small nod, I took a few sips while he turned away, walking forward to face the mountains. He stood there silently, letting the cold breeze from the peaks wash over him, calming whatever storm had risen inside.
He was an Alpha. It must have been difficult to hold back once desire had been stirred. But he was clearly good at controlling himself.
The silence between us felt awkward now, almost too heavy.
"Um... do you want some water?" I asked, unsure.
He gave a soft hum in response but didn’t look back.

Damn it! How had I not noticed it there? Now he was definitely going to tease me.
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