The warmth of his chest anchored me, a heartbeat steady beneath my ear as I lay sprawled across Kain's bed—bare, raw, and trembling from the fire he had helped extinguish. My body still hummed with aftershocks, the ache of release echoing in places that had felt like battlegrounds just hours before. The primal heat had pulled me apart at the seams, and somehow, he'd known exactly how to piece me back together.
Again.
Just like before.
But this time… deeper. Darker. Different.
His scent still clung to my skin—earth and pine and something sharper, addictive. I nuzzled into the crook of his neck, my breath shaky against his throat.
He didn't speak. He didn't need to.
Because he knew.
He knew the kind of heat I was in. He knew the agony of a divine wolf going through a celestial cycle—how my skin felt too tight, how every brush of air, every pulse of energy, drove my body into desperation. It was maddening. And if I had stayed in that house—Catherine watching, Felissa mocking—I would have shattered.
But he came.
He always did.
Earlier, when I collapsed into the forest, panting, crying, ready to surrender myself to whatever beast found me first, it was Kain who found me instead.
And then I heard his voice.
"Layla."
I spun around, dizzy, unsteady, my vision blurred with tears and desire and pain. Kain stood there, bathed in moonlight, concern etched on his face as he approached me.
"You shouldn't be out here," he said softly. "It's dangerous."
"You came," I breathed, and the dam inside me cracked. "I couldn't— I couldn't stay. They were watching me, Kain. They were waiting for me to break."
He came to me without hesitation, pulling me into his arms. I melted against him, the relief overwhelming. His scent grounded me, familiar and safe, wrapping around me like a lullaby.
"I've got you," he whispered into my hair. "Let's go somewhere safe."
And he took me back to his home—our secret place—where the walls were quiet and the world felt miles away. Where I could unravel without shame.
He didn't ask questions. He didn't waste time.
He lifted me into his arms as if I weighed nothing, his grip firm, grounding, his jaw clenched in concentration. I could feel the restraint in him, the tension of being near me when my scent was so thick it could choke the air. But he didn't falter.
He brought me here.
Our place.
Then he undressed me—gently. Slowly. As though I were made of glass, like if he moved too fast I'd shatter in his hands. But I didn't. I melted. Because gods, I wanted it. Needed it. The fire was too much. kain knelt beside me, his hands sliding through my low back.
He began to massage my shoulders – his touch was firm but gentle, his fingers working out the tension that had built up in my body. My breath hitched, the sensation of his hands on my skin sending waves of pleasure through me. I hadn't expected it to feel this intimate.
….
"Look at me, Layla!" he commanded softly, forcing my eyes open.
Slowly, he slid my panties down my legs, His hands moved slowly, methodically exploring every inch of my body with a care that made me hornier. his touch was so much for me that I found myself leaning into his hands, desperate for more.
He massaged my back, my arms, my legs and each time his fingers brushed over my skin, the heat inside me seemed to intensify. My body was screaming for release, the desire I had felt before doubled.
Kain's hands slid to my breast, his hands brushing lightly over my engorged nipple, felt his fingers trace the curve of my breasts, splaying his hands over them sending jolts of electricity through me as he reached for a puckered nipple and rolled it in between his thumb and index finger.
"Kain.." I whispered. Not certain what I needed from him at that moment.
He didn't respond. Instead, his hands continued their exploration, moving over my thighs, my stomach... every part of my body that was crying out for attention.
His hands were the first relief I felt—cool where I burned, steady where I trembled. He kissed my neck, my collarbone, every inch of skin he bared, I threw my head back, trying not to reach for his hand, murmuring soft things I couldn't even understand but made my wolf purr and settle.
When he touched between my legs, I cried out—half in pain, half in pure, raw bliss. The heat there was unbearable, but his fingers moved with such purpose it felt like he was coaxing the sun from behind clouds, and all I could think about was the overwhelming desire that had taken hold of me.
"Touch me, please!" I begged, noticing he had paused.
He didn't look at me, instead, his palm brushed my slit, touching my swollen nub peaking from my folds. I trembled letting out a satisfied moan.
He settled his hand just above my nub, his other free hand stroking my thigh. Slowly, his hand just above my nub began moving in a circular motion while his other hand still stroked my thigh. My breath hitched and I felt myself losing control. The pleasure was too much, too intense and I couldn't hold back anymore.
With one final, desperate gasp, I gave in to the sensations. My hips bucked wildly as he continued to rub me. I moaned…my body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over me. The release was overwhelming and for a brief moment, all the heat and tension that had built inside me seemed to evaporate, leaving me in a blissful haze. He started kneading my breast, running his index finger on the swollen tips occasionally Soft circles. Gentle strokes. "You are my ticket, Layla," Kain said suddenly, with wistfulness in his voice. "Does it feel good?'
My only reply was to throw my head back even further moaning with delight. His breath was warm against my skin as he worked his tongue expertly, flicking it up and down, probing, searching… slowly, he inserted one finger, pulling it back and forth to spread the wetness fully. He pushed in until he was up to his knuckle and could go no further.
He twisted his finger in the slick slit, wiggling it around, making me thrash my head about and moan even louder when he hit a sweet spot.
"Don't stop!" I cried, "Please, don't stop!"
His tongue reached for my nub again, while still pounding his finger in and out of me and I went wild. His tongue replaced his hands at some point and I could barely hold on. Holding on to sheet as though it was an anchor as my body trembled with waves of pleasure.
My muscles tightened, my back arched as his tongue through my slick folds like he worshipped the taste of me.
And gods, did I moan. Loud. Unashamed. Writhing beneath him like a creature possessed.
I had begged for more. For him to keep going. And he did. Until the orgasm washed over me, dragging the wave crested.
Until I shattered around his touch, sobbing his name into the sheets, trembling like the girl I never got to be.
And then—he held me. Tucked me against his chest like I was precious. Like I mattered.
"You saved me… again," I whispered, voice broken.
He kissed my hair and held me tighter. "Always."
My eyes fluttered shut, trusting him more in that moment than I had anyone in my entire life.