Liar

Lilith's POV

That night, I stood outside Kieran's door, my arms full of textbooks, my fingers hovering just inches from the wood.

My heartbeat was so loud I swore it would crack my ribs.

I knew what would happen if I stepped inside. Last night's chaos was still burned into my skin--the heat of his hands, the way his mouth had claimed mine like I was his.

But if I didn't go in?

He'd come to my room instead. And nothing would change.

I bit my lip, then finally knocked.

"Come in."

His voice rumbled through the door, dark and rough. My fingers trembled as I pushed it open.

Kieran lounged in his armchair, his robe hanging open, exposing miles of hard muscle. His gaze locked onto me--predatory, like I was something to devour.

"Come here."

I clutched my books tighter, inching forward. The second I was within reach, he yanked me onto his lap.

"Study," he ordered, his arms banding around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. His breath ghosted over my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I tried. Really, I did.

But then--

His hand slid up my thigh, fingers teasing the sensitive skin just beneath the hem of my nightgown. My breath hitched, the pen in my hand jerking across the page.

"Focus," he murmured, lips brushing my ear.

But his touch only grew bolder, slipping under the thin fabric to trace my hip. I clenched my teeth, willing myself to ignore it--

Until his palm cupped my breast.

"Ah--!"

The pen clattered to the desk.

The fabric was no barrier--his fingers found my nipple, rolling it between his fingertips until it peaked, aching and sensitive.

"K-Kieran--" My voice shook. I squirmed, but his grip tightened.

"Fuck, you're pretty," he growled, lips grazing my ear. "All pink and desperate for me."

Shame flooded me, hot and suffocating. I curled into him, but he took advantage, tugging my nightgown down until my breasts were bare.

His gaze burned. "Perfect."

Then his mouth closed over one nipple.

"Oh--!"

The wet heat of his tongue shattered me. He licked, sucked, bit--until I was gasping, my fingers tangled in his hair, torn between pushing him away and holding him closer.

I hated how good it felt.

Hated how my body arched into his touch, how my thighs clenched when he switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same rough attention.

When he finally pulled back, my nipples were swollen, glistening with his spit.

Before I could recover, his mouth crashed into mine.

This kiss was hungry--all teeth and tongue, his grip bruising as he devoured me. I melted into it, dizzy, until I felt it--

The hard length pressing against my ass.

"No--!" I shoved at his chest, panting. "I have school tomorrow--"

He didn't stop. Just untied his robe, freeing his cock, thick and flushed.

"I'll be quick," he promised, guiding it between my thighs.

I should've fought harder.

But I didn't.

I let him position me, my back to his chest, my legs squeezing around him as he thrust up. The slide of him--hot, relentless--had me biting my lip to stifle my moans.

"Look at you," he rasped, gripping my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Taking me so fucking well."

The chair creaked under us, the sound obscene alongside the wet slap of skin.

His hands were everywhere--kneading my breasts, palming my hips, teeth scraping my neck as he fucked up into me.

"You said--ah!--quick!" I whimpered.

He chuckled, dark and amused. "Lied."

An hour later, he came, stripes of white painting my thighs.

In the shower, he washed me with surprising gentleness. I glared up at him. "Liar."

His eyes darkened.

"Keep looking at me like that," he warned, voice rough, "and I'll fuck you for real."

I snapped my eyes shut, but not fast enough--his groan vibrated through me.

This monster of an Alpha was holding back.

***

The next few nights, I slept in his bed.

We did everything.

Sometimes he fucked my thighs. Other times, my hands--or my tits, squeezed tight around him while he thrust.

Every night, his arm locked around my waist, my bare back pressed to his chest. Sometimes, half-asleep, I'd feel his lips brush my neck, a silent claim.

Weekends were worse.

He'd keep me in bed all afternoon, coaxing my clothes off, mapping my body with his mouth, his teeth. My protests meant nothing--he turned me to liquid with just a touch.

Even studying wasn't safe.

He'd drag me into his office, sit me beside him--only to pull me into his lap minutes later, stripping me bare, his hands roaming as he kissed me breathless.

Then?

Bed. Always.

I was exhausted.

So when Kieran mentioned a conference--a week away--my eyes lit up before I could stop them.

He noticed.

"Maybe I'll take you with me," he mused, pinning me beneath him, his grip firm on my chin.

"No!" I blurted.

His smirk was dangerous.

Panicked, I did the only thing I knew would distract him--I kissed him, soft and tentative, my tongue flicking against his lips.

Big mistake.

A growl tore from his throat, his cock hardening against me instantly.

"K-Kieran--" I squirmed. "School tomorrow--"

Usually, that worked.

Not tonight.

He didn't stop. Just nudged my thighs apart, his tip pressing where I was slickest.

"Please," I begged, voice breaking. "Just… hurry."