The Lunar Crest Academy: Marked by The Lycans
Chapter 79: The Fire Between Us

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: The Fire Between Us

Lorraine’s POV

His mouth crashed into mine like a wave I didn’t see coming, fierce and wild and unrelenting.

It wasn’t gentle, there was nothing soft about the way Kieran kissed. It was raw. Unfiltered. Every emotion he’d buried, every raging thought, every time he had looked at me like he wanted to devour me but held back, it all exploded in that one moment. His lips were warm and hungry, demanding something from me I didn’t fully understand, but couldn’t deny.

And gods help me, I kissed him back.

My fingers clutched weakly at his shirt, holding on as if the ground beneath me had disappeared. My whole body screamed in pain from the bruises Alistair left behind, but none of it mattered, not with the way Kieran’s arms wrapped around me, one hand tangling in my hair, the other resting against the small of my back like he was anchoring himself with me.

He tasted like fire and something darker, dangerous, forbidden, but intoxicating. The kiss wasn’t just heat, it was desperation, frustration, fury, and something heartbreakingly tender hidden beneath the storm.

I could feel it, the shiver down my spine as his hot breath brushed against my skin. It was like lightning in my veins. I felt something within in me stir, my dormant wolf, it was clawing weakly at the surface like she was trying to break free and answer his call.

My lungs screamed for air, but neither of us pulled away. We clung to each other, kissed like we’d both been starving, like we didn’t know if we’d ever get the chance again.

And then, finally, Kieran broke the contact.

He pulled back slowly, breath ragged, his forehead resting against mine. His chest rose and fell like he’d just run through a battlefield. I could barely breathe myself, every inch of me trembling, my lips swollen, my heart threatening to burst through my ribs.

We didn’t speak.

We just stared.

His breath was still warm against my skin, and his hands hadn’t left my body. Every part of me felt electrified, like my soul had been yanked wide open and I didn’t know how to shut it again.

I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the way he had continued to look at me, like I was something precious and dangerous all at once. Maybe it was the ache in my chest that refused to fade, or the fact that for once, I didn’t want to feel broken or bruised or less.

I wanted to feel him.

I moved first.

My fingers gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him down to me again, and this time it was me who kissed him.

No hesitation.

I pressed my lips to his and sucked at his bottom one like I needed the taste of him to breathe. A low growl vibrated from his throat and it only made me kiss him harder. I poured every emotion into it, my fear, my anger, my guilt, my relief. Everything I didn’t have the strength to say aloud.

Kieran didn’t hold back either. He groaned against my lips, his hands gripping my waist with a possessive desperation, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the tension coiling in his body, the heat radiating from his skin, the way his control hung by a thread, and I didn’t care.

I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to.

My hands were in his hair now, pulling, clinging. My lips moved over his hungrily, tasting him over and over again. Every kiss was deeper, hotter, rougher. We were fire colliding with fire, burning through every rule, every wall between us.

"Lorraine....." he breathed against my mouth, like my name alone could undo him.

But I didn’t let him speak. I kissed him again, silencing whatever restraint he was trying to find.

Because in that moment, I wasn’t the feral girl who didn’t belong to this Academy

I was just..... his.

Kieran’s hands slid under me suddenly, lifting me like I weighed nothing, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on as if the world had narrowed to just him and me.

His grip on me tightened, strong, urgent, possessive, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he didn’t anchor me to him. His face buried into my neck as he breathed me in like I was the only thing keeping him alive.

Then he kissed me.

Not just my lips this time, but everywhere.

My cheek. My jaw. My neck. The corner of my eye. My temple. My hair.

Each kiss was different. Some were rough, like he was angry with himself. Others were soft, like he was begging for something he didn’t have words for. But every single one felt like a promise, chaotic, messy, unspoken. _{free\we\bnov(e)(l).com}

"You drive me crazy" he whispered, his voice low and hoarse as his lips brushed over my skin. "I can’t lose you Lorraine."

My fingers found his hair again, threading through the dark strands as I held on, feeling his heartbeat thunder against mine. "I’m here," I said, breathless. "I’m still here."

"I don’t want you just here," he growled against my collarbone. "I want you safe. I want you mine."

He kissed me again, harder this time, almost like he was trying to fuse our pieces together. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t feel broken.

I felt wanted.

No..... claimed.

"I want you too Kieran," I whispered, breathless against his mouth. "I want all of you."

Kieran froze.

His lips stilled, his chest rising and falling against mine in uneven, ragged breaths. His crimson eyes searched mine like he was trying to be sure I meant it, like part of him couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

Then he slowly lowered me back onto the bed, his hand cradling the back of my head with a tenderness that made my chest ache.

Without thinking, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and tore it apart, the fabric splitting under the force of my need. "Do it," I whispered. "I want you, Kieran."

His pupils darkened, and his entire body tensed, like he was holding something barely contained under his skin.

"Are you sure, little wolf?" he asked, his voice hoarse and trembling with restraint. "Because if I start, I won’t be able to stop. And I need to know this is what you want, not out of guilt, or fear, or because you think I saved you."

My fingers slid up to his face, cupping his cheeks, feeling the warmth of him and the wild storm beneath. "I want you," I said again, firmer this time. "My need for you is driving me insane, Kieran. So yes. Do it. I want you. All of you."

His lips parted, his jaw tightening like he was trying to hold himself back, but then something in him gave way.

And everything between us shattered into fire.

Kieran didn’t hesitate.

He practically ripped his shirt off in less than a second, the the fabric ripped apart like paper, baring the kind of body that didn’t belong in this world. Sculpted muscle carved in perfection, like he’d been molded by divine fury. Every inch of him screamed power, dominance, and..... mine.

Oh, goddess above, I wanted him..... needed him. I had never felt like this before. I didn’t even believe anyone could feel this way. This wasn’t just love, this was lust in every word, I was lusting for the the Lycan prince, the Future King of the Werewolf Kingdom

And he.... hee descended on me like a starved predator finally let off his leash. His lips crashed against mine, his hands everywhere, my neck, my arms, my boobs, touching, claiming, igniting. He kissed me like I was air and he’d been suffocating. Then he moved lower, his kisses trailing across my jaw, my neck, down my collarbone, until I gasped.

His tongue brushed over my skin, hot and wet and maddening.

I trembled beneath him as his mouth neared my chest, his breath ghosting over sensitive tight and throbbing nipple, every nerve inside me lit up. A gasp broke from my lips as his tongue barely touched it, it was like he was teasing me, making me want him more and that.... It did something to me, something primal. A heat shot straight to my chest, and even lower, to the aching throb between my legs.

"Kieran...." I moaned, not even sure what I was asking for, only that I didn’t want him to stop.

I was spiraling, falling, the pleasure almost too much to contain, and just as I thought I’d lose myself completely to it....

Bang!

A loud, sharp knock jolted through the door.

I stiffened. Kieran froze above me, his breath warm against my skin, his body coiled like a loaded spring.

Another knock. Louder. Urgent.

Kieran growled low in his throat, his eyes glowing fiercely as he rested his forehead against mine, struggling to rein himself back in.

"Whoever that is," he snarled, voice raw, "they better have a damn good reason. Else they just signed up for their own death"