Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha-Chapter 179: Not A One Way Exchange

Killian reached out and brought her into his arms before saying, "Let’s get this awful scent off you, beautiful." He carried her to the bathing room like she was made of porcelain and might crack and shatter into pieces if he were to put any more pressure on her.

"I don’t feel like showering," Inez told him, and she really did not. Her entire body was screaming at her, and her eyes were fighting to stay awake.

"You don’t have to do anything. You just need to stay still and leave everything to me," said Killian as he walked inside the bathing room, where she peeled her clothes off one after another. He shed his own clothes and pulled her under the showerhead. The spray of hot water drummed against their skin before pattering off to the floor.

The swirling mist caused the glass wall of the shower stall to turn misty.

Killian picked up the shower gel that was placed on the aisle made of marble and then lathered it between his palms. Once done, he started soaping her body, filling the entire space with the scent of vanilla and coconuts. Neither of them said another word and the silence was filled with nothing but the sound of the water drops pattering on the surface of the marble floor.

Inez closed her eyes as her muscles started to ease and her body started to unstring itself from the high that it was still riding without Inez knowing it. She could feel his length, hard and hot like a poker, pressing against the crack of her bottom, but Killian didn’t seem inclined to make any moves.

Of course, he kissed her at the corner of her mouth, the crook of her throat and her back. But he never tried to kiss her like he usually would—it felt weird because, for the first time, his touch wasn’t hurrying like he wanted to get what he wanted from her and then leave. No, it was grounding—like he was trying to make a sort of claim. The way he touched her, skimmed his fingers over her skin. It was as if he were marking every inch of her skin with his fingers.

As if he was giving her a mark.

His mark.

But that couldn’t be possible. Inez shook her head and pushed that thought out of her head. There was no way Killian would risk giving her a mark. Not only was the man against marking a woman, but he was still pining after his mate, whom he had lost—to add to the troubles, his mother and Dominic would go ballistic if he were to mark her. Inez didn’t believe he would go to such lengths for a woman like her.

She was not worth it.

He was at most comforting her.

Yeah, that must be it.

After washing her hair off, he turned the shower off and picked up a towel to pat her skin while Inez wrapped a small towel around her head. Only then did Killian dry himself off and wrap the towel around his waist.

He carried her back to the bedroom, where he placed her on the bed and spooned her close. freёweɓnovel_com

"Feeling better?" asked Killian.

"Yup." Inez could feel her body ease and relax as she fell pliant against him. Her siren heaved a sigh of relief as well, already on the verge of forgetting and forgiving the man for the distance that he had put between the two of them. "You are really good with your hands in more than one way."

His mouth curved up as she buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent sharply. Even though he had spent quite a lot of time working on the fruity bathing gel, he could still smell the ocean from her. He said, "I really missed you. Did you miss me?"

She upturned her eyes and looked at him. A pause and then—

"Maybe?"

He kissed her on the neck before saying, "Give me your throat."

"Oh hell, no."

His lips curled up even further as he pulled her until she was straddling his length. He heard her suck in a breath as his length pressed against her core through the thick towel.

"You are not really used to hearing ’no’, are you?" She narrowed her eyes and questioned, but didn’t make any attempt to pull away. If anything, she gave her lower body a slow, delicious jerk, which caused her core to slide against his length. It made him hiss out a breath. He really did love that boldness of hers.

"I am used to hearing ’no, just not from you, my little Bubbles." He sucked her lower lip into his mouth. A growl of approval built up in his chest as he felt her melt against him.

His? Inez snorted. She watched as the man pulled the towel off her body as if he were unwrapping her present. His head tilted, and his gaze met with hers. "So many secrets in those eyes." Inez Sinclair was one big mystery. In the beginning, he hadn’t minded that she was shrouded in so much mystery, but now he did. Because he couldn’t stomach the fact that there were so many things that he didn’t know about her. "Tell me something about yourself."

Wary, Inez licked her lips. "Don’t get too possessive, Killian."

Bending over, he planted a kiss on her forehead before saying to her, "It’s too late for that warning. And I think you can feel it too, right?"

He sucked in the hardened nipple in his mouth and murmured, "Tell me, why do you like to sleep on the swing rather than on the bed?" he skimmed his hands over her arms and questioned, "I know you often have nightmares; why?"

Her eyes fell shut as he licked and sucked her like a master. Somewhere, she knew that the man was playing dirty, but she truly couldn’t tell him off. "I hate being trapped. On the bed, it feels like I am restrained, but with the swing—I feel like I am free."

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