Sacred Flame: His Enemy, His Mate (BL)-Chapter 110: Strip them off

Kael

Kain is finally asleep now. After... God, I don’t even know how many times we went at it. Hours, maybe. I lost count. All I know is, he kept wanting more, and I kept giving until his body gave out and he collapsed from exhaustion.

He looks small now, lying there. His lashes wet against his cheeks, little red marks scattered all over his skin where I couldn’t hold back. Bite marks that will probably stay for days. Proof of how badly I lost myself.

And yet, I know when he wakes, I’ll be cooked. Burned alive by his glare, maybe worse.

I sigh and get to work instead of thinking too much. The sheets are ruined, soaked through, so I strip them off and dig out a spare from the old wardrobe in the corner. With what little cleaning supplies I can find, I do my best. It’s sloppy, but it’ll do. Then I ease him back onto the bed, cover him with the blanket, tucking him in like he deserves something gentler than what I gave.

I should leave. God knows, if he wakes and finds me here, it’ll only piss him off. But my body doesn’t listen. I end up sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him. His face soft, finally at peace. If beautiful had a shape, it would be him.

I’m crossing lines again. I know that. From the moment I used tricks to stay close to him, to come here, to stay, to want him even though that has done nothing but put him into trouble, I know how much I’ve been overstepping. But this... this is different. This is me being selfish.

I exhale, running a hand down my face.

I want to protect him. Keep him safe. Tear apart every bastard who hurt him so he never has to run again. But all I can do is touch him, kiss him, hold him when he’s burning and desperate. And even that—if he were his normal self, he wouldn’t have let it happen. Not now, at least.

Because the truth is, if Kain told me to disappear tomorrow, if he said he didn’t feel the same... I would vanish. No matter how much it killed me. I wouldn’t stay when he doesn’t want me because if I ever became one of the things that hurt him, I’d erase myself too.

I’ve already stripped too much away from him. The least I can do is give him back his free will.

And yet... Here I am.

My thoughts break when I feel a small hand brush against mine. My breath catches, eyes darting back to him. He’s still asleep. His brow faintly furrowed, lips moving.

"Closer..." he whispers, voice barely audible.

My chest tightens. Does he mean me? Does he want me under the blanket with him?

I freeze, not knowing what to do. I understand what just happened might have been nothing but heat, but to me... to me it’s everything. And hearing him say he wants me closer makes my mind spiral, makes me hope in ways I shouldn’t.

I hover there, torn between slipping in beside him and pulling away completely.

Because if this is just instinct, I’ll burn myself on a dream that was never mine to hold.

But despite everything I told myself, I still slipped under the blanket beside him. I shouldn’t have, but I did.

The moment I settled down, he shifted, instinctive, like his body had been waiting. He snuggled closer without hesitation, his head pressed against my chest, his hand clutching lightly at my shirt as if I was something safe.

I froze. My heart hammered so loud I swore it might wake him. His breathing was steady, soft, but every exhale brushed warm against my skin, burning right through me.

And then I noticed his neck—tilted just enough, bared, his scent glands right there in front of me. His fragrance filled my lungs, sweet and heavy, dragging me under.

God. If only he knew how far gone I already am. How every second I spend near him makes me lose more of myself. How crazier I’m turning for him, and how close I am to sinking my teeth right where my mouth hovered now.

I shut my eyes tight, forcing myself to breathe through it. One wrong move and I’d ruin everything. I’d ruin him.

But he burrowed in closer, like he trusted me, like he wanted me there. And that trust alone nearly broke me in half. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

So I just held him, chest aching, letting his warmth seep into me while my thoughts tore me apart.

If only we’d met under normal circumstances...maybe I won’t be afraid of harm coming his way, nor afraid of holding him.

I held the position for a long while, not moving, barely even breathing. At some point my eyelids grew too heavy, and before I knew it, I’d dozed off with him still curled against me.

But the peace didn’t last.

A prickle ran down my spine, the feeling of another presence in the room made my eyes snap open instantly.

Kain murmured something in his sleep, pressing closer to me, his forehead tucked against my chest like I belonged there. The warmth of it almost made me forget everything... until I saw him.

That annoying purple-haired beta. Standing there in the doorway like he had every right.

I’d never felt the urge to kill someone so fast in my life. My fists clenched under the blanket, every instinct screaming to tear him apart just for breathing in the same space as Kain. Just for seeing him like this, marked and spent, nestled against me.

But I swallowed it down, shoved the thought so deep it burned my throat. Instead, I just glared. Sharp enough I hoped it cut through him, warned him without me saying a damn word.

I tightened my arm around Kain’s waist, possessive without meaning to, daring him silently to take one more step.

Because with the air in the room, the heat still clinging to Kain’s skin, the scent we left behind, there was no way he hadn’t caught on. He knew what happened. He had to know.

"What are you doing here?" My voice came out low, sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care.

The beta didn’t even flinch. His eyes flicked to Kain who was curled against me, then back to me. His tone was calm, almost mocking.

"Would you rather I start talking now and wake him?"

I hated that he had a point. My jaw tightened, but I said nothing. Slowly, carefully, I uncurled myself from Kain’s warmth. He murmured faintly in his sleep, and I froze for half a heartbeat, but he didn’t stir again. I tucked the blanket around him before standing.

He turned on his heel without another word, and I followed.

As we moved through the room, my eyes caught on the pink haired Omega; Audrey sitting quietly on a chair, his wrist bound in fresh bandages. He glanced at me once, quick and unreadable, but I didn’t linger. I kept walking, my focus pinned on the one dragging me out of the room.

Outside, he finally stopped. For a moment, I thought I knew what was coming, that he was about to corner me about what happened with Kain, make me own up to it. And maybe I would’ve. Hell, maybe I should. I wasn’t the type to run from responsibility, no matter how much of a bastard I am.

But then he pulled something from his pocket. A phone. He held it out to me, his expression serious.

"That’s not why I called you out here," he said flatly as if he could read my mind. "You need to see this."