Sacred Flame: His Enemy, His Mate (BL)-Chapter 69: Addictive

Kael Draeven

There’s actually no point denying the fact, he caught on already,

Kain remained standing there with his mouth twitching in anger and his hands trembling against the dark crystal gun in his hand. If I had known he was going to come across it, I wouldn’t have kept it where it would’ve been easily seen, I would’ve done a great job hiding it.

I pushed myself off the door with great difficulty, ugh! Why must he push me so hard?

I clenched my jaw as I straightened up, forcing myself to stand despite the pain tearing through my back. My vision blurred for a second, the sharp scent of blood thick in the air.

Kain’s fingers tightened around the gun, his chest rising and falling unevenly. His fake dark hair was now disheveled, his dark eyes, or at least the contact lenses he wore burning with something I couldn’t quite name, anger, frustration... maybe desperation or curiosity.

"I said, put the gun down," I repeated, my voice low, measured.

"Do you like me?" he demanded again, this time, his voice was hoarse. He was breathing hard, hands trembling as he kept the gun pointed in my direction.

I swallowed, feeling something heavy settle in my gut.

This wasn’t just about the gun. Or him getting out of my sight.

I took a slow step forward, ignoring the way my muscles screamed in protest. "Kain."

"Answer me." His grip tightened. "Don’t you dare say my name like that."

I exhaled sharply. "Why are you asking this now? Why does it matter if I like you?"

"Because—" He stopped, sucking in a sharp breath, his fingers twitching against the trigger. He looked at me like he wanted to rip the words straight from my throat. "Because I need to know."

I watched him carefully.

Kain was unpredictable when he was like this wounded, cornered, emotions raw and exposed. And right now, the gun wasn’t the real threat.

It was him.

His thoughts. His doubts.

"I—" My voice caught in my throat, but I forced myself to keep my eyes on his. "I’m not answering anything until you put that down."

He let out a bitter laugh. "Why? Do you think I’m really not going to shoot you?"

"No," I said honestly, just that I’m... "Afraid you’ll regret it."

Kain’s breath came in shallow, unsteady gasps. His hands were shaking so badly that the gun wavered in his grip, he was pointing at my chest one second, then slightly to the side the next.

I didn’t move. I didn’t dare.

Not because I was afraid he’d shoot me.

But because I was afraid of what would come after.

His fingers twitched against the trigger. His jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack.

"I’m so fucking tired of this." His voice wavered, but his stance didn’t. "You... You push and pull like none of it matters. Like I don’t matter. Like—" He cut himself off, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Just answer the damn question!"

I took a slow step forward. "Kain."

"Don’t you dare!" He stepped back. The gun in his hand trembled. "Stay where you are. Or I’ll pull the trigger."

I didn’t.

I took another step.

His hands were shaking so badly now I thought he might drop the gun altogether.

"I don’t like you," My voice came out softer than I intended and his breath hitched, for a second, he looked like I was the one who had the gun and had shot him instead by how broken and unsteady he became.

I quickly seized that opening as I stepped closer quickly, so close I could see the crack in his mask, the flicker of uncertainty in his darkened eyes,

"I don’t like you kain because I want you," I love you. That part was said inside of me.

I love him so bad it’s killing me just having him standing there holding a gun to my face,

That’s right, I’ve fallen for him since the very moment I landed my gaze on him, standing there looking like a celestial offering his own little gesture of gentleness and kindness to me, but overtime the likeness and love grew into something dark.

I lifted a hand, resting it carefully against the gun, curling my fingers over his and slowly raising it, pressing it against my forehead. "That’s worse, isn’t it? But if you’re going to shoot me, better get on with it now because I also fucking need you! Just as I want to fuck you all over my room. On my bed. Against the wall. I’d even make you ride me while I was sitting right on that chair!" I huffed out the words all at once.

Kain swallowed, his lips parting slightly, but he didn’t move, he couldn’t say a word.

I leaned in, voice dropping lower.

"And you want me too."

His breath stuttered and the gun trembled in our hands.

Then, slowly, hesitantly, his fingers loosened, I gently took the weapon from his grasp and tossed it aside, letting it clatter against the floor. Although the gun is as fragile as it is, although fucking expensive and powerful to an extent it can penetrate through anything, but I don’t really mind it breaking upon landing.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then Kain’s head dipped, his hands balling into fists at his sides. His shoulders trembled as if he was holding back something he couldn’t afford to let out.

I could have stepped away.

I didn’t.

I reached out, fingers grazing the side of his face, tilting his chin up just enough to meet his gaze.

His breathing was uneven. His lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t.

"Say it." I urged, wanting to hear the answer from his mouth, even when I know what he’s likely going to say.

He scowled, but his voice betrayed him, soft, broken.

"I hate you."

I let out a quiet chuckle. "I know."

And then I kissed him.

Hard like I could kiss the hatred right out of him as I crowded further into him, pushing and pushing some more until, one more push we will be falling straight into the bed.

A mixture of surprise and excitement courses through him, and it takes a moment for my kiss to register in his frustrated, lust-fogged brain. And once it does?

Hell. He didn’t push me away like I had guessed.

And that was enough as my fingers tighten around the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer, my lips crash against his. The moment his mouth parts, granting me access, every ounce of pent-up lust and aggression ignites into something uncontrollable.

Because this is it.

This is what I’ve been waiting for. What I’ve been craving since the moment I understood what desire truly is.

Him—giving in. Letting himself feel this thing he’s spent so long denying. Because I know he wants me too.

His body betrays him even when his words never would. And I’ll take this over him pushing me away any day.

My hands slide under his shirt, fingers seeking the heat of his skin, needing to feel every inch of him. He gasps against my mouth, and I take advantage of it, deepening the kiss, stealing every breath from his throat, every sound. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

He grinds into me, and I press back, matching his intensity, our bodies colliding in a desperate rhythm. There’s no gentleness here, no hesitation, just raw hunger, two forces colliding in a battle neither of us are prepared to lose.

It’s messy. It’s brutal. It’s fucking addictive.

My hand slips lower, gripping his waist hard, anchoring him to me as I slide my palm between his legs. Fingers flex, squeezing the curve of his ass through his trousers, and he moans into my mouth, sharp, unguarded, utterly wrecked.

And I want more.

I want to unravel him, piece by piece, until he has no choice but to admit what he’s been running from all along.

Another low moan bubbled up in his chest as I trailed the kiss down his neck and he arched into me, hands fisted into my hair.

I went even lower, therefore the moment my lip brushed over his nipple he gasped and pushed his chest even closer.

I looked up at his face to see his head was now thrown backward, eyes shut tight as though he was lost in this sensation.

At once I covered my mouth around the area, my tongue licking as I sucked on the little bead on his chest soaking the fabric of his shirt in a way the area become more transparent and his nipple hardening in my mouth that I couldn’t help delivering small bites on it and he groaned, his low rumble which was a sweet music to my ears.

However, just when I pulled back slightly to see his expression again, his hands suddenly gripped my sides and held me tight as though I was going to disappear.

One hand slid away from my hair and went all the way to my back, spearing his nail unto the already bruised flesh, his other hand digging into my scalp, bringing my mouth even closer to his chest.

But I groaned out of pain at the sharp stinging sensation that ran through my body, and that seemed to snap him out of whatever daze he’d fallen in.

"Your back..." He trailed off breathlessly, face flushed pink and lips swollen from being kissed. Oh goodness, he looks so damn seductive. I was going to encircle my hand around his waist again, but he pushed back before I could.

"We have to take care of your wounds." He said, and before I could stop him, he was already hurrying away.

"I don’t care about some damn wounds!" I growled, looking down at the visible dent in my pants. God, he’s definitely going to be my undoing.