Chapter 4

Chapter 4

KARA

As he pulled and dragged, his lips mould over mine, producing such a delightful friction. I sway while standing, but he steadied me by placing a fist in my hair.

I knew I had to stop, but I was unable to pull away for the life of me. It felt too right and too lovely.

I moaned into his ears, feeling grounded and drawn into the reality of his beautiful lips. I pressed against his chest, but he either ignored me or didn't seem to notice.

I take a step back, cocking my head to the side to take a breath that was much required.

He buried his face in my neck and sniffed me, unfazed. 

My eyelids flickered and he pulled me closer to him while tracing his hands down my body, passing over my waist. He was so hot that it burned through my dress. 

I was out of breath and filled with lust, but I knew this was wrong.

"Stop," I exhaled. "Wait."

He abruptly stopped moving, but he kept his hands still on my body. He looked at me from behind his lashes while bent over. 

I press against his chest, "We shouldn't," I said. He stood up straight and stares up at me. 

"What's your name?" His rich baritone enveloped me. I look at him and notice how his lips were swollen from our kiss. 

I got all aroused again just looking at it, it was so sexy. 

"Kara," I quietly muttered. 

He whispered "Kara" carefully, as if he was checking how it sounded coming out of his mouth. I tried to get away from him, but he grabbed my arm and stopped me. 

He commanded, "Don't leave." "Are you frightened?"

"I-" I didn't know what to say. 

I was not sure how to respond to all of this. Is he my Mate? But there's no denying it; my wolf yips with delight as she basked in his company. 

"I'm not afraid. Just surprised, really," eventually, I replied.

"About what?"

He held my palm while absentmindedly tracing the patterns with his thumb while I observed, "I never expected to find my mate here".

His probing eyes contacted mine as we exchanged looks. He makes me flush, and I averted my eyes to the ground. 

He replied, cradling my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and gently lifting my head to face him once again. "Don't be shy." 

His good looks were impressive. It's hard to pinpoint why I found him so alluring; maybe it had to do with our shared mate link. But even without it, he was absolutely stunning.

His silky black hair pulled back in a low bun made him look like royalty. He was dressed in a fitted black suit, tailored perfectly to his strong frame.

He cuts me off by asking, "Did you not want a mate?"

I shook my head and replied, "No, I just..." I slur off. 

His sympathy was the last thing I needed. He could be curious right now, but what will happen when he finds out where I'm from and who my family is? 

No one wants to be associated with Omegas, and if he was from a noble family as I suspected, they wouldn't want anything to do with me. I'm like a mud that would smear their shiny white reputation.

“Just what?” he asked, looking at me with curious gleaming eyes like he was desperate to hear my answer. 

“Nothing,” I replied and pulled away, “I should go now.”

“No," his soft voice quickly became determined and coarse, his eyes burning with a dark intensity. “You’re not leaving.”

I stared at him with my eyes wide open in shock at the sudden shift in his demeanour. 

He cupped my cheek, softening all over again, “I found you. Now, I won’t let you go.”

I opened my mouth trying to come up with something to say, but no words left my lips.

I could see the determination in his eyes as if he meant every word he said. 

“I want to claim you,” he stated. 

My heart thrummed against my rib cage at his words, he ignored my reaction, staring at my neck, where his mark would go. 

“Let me,” he whispered and I felt his breath linger on my neck. 

My mind was running wild. 

His voice dropped with sincerity like there was nothing else that mattered at the moment, just the two of us. And every inch of me urged me to believe him. To trust him. 

He pulled on my hand that was still in his, stroking his thumb over my cheek with the other.

 "Let me.” This time, he wasn't asking. 

He grabbed my hand, walking us back toward the balcony doors. As soon as we step into the ballroom, the lights blind me and I look down at the ground with him guiding me. 

“Oh my God, it's him, he’s here!”

“Who is that with him?”

“Is that Prince Braden's mate?”

“No way!”

I looked up, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Alpha Prince. But I froze as soon as I registered the numerous pairs of eyes focused in my direction.

“Kara’s his mate?” Someone whispers from the crowd. 

I almost gasped, but I forced myself to act calmly as I realized what was happening and I looked up at him. 

“Braden?” I whispered

He squeezed my hand gently, confirming my suspicion. 

Prince Braden, the Alpha Heir, is my mate? 

He walked us through the group of now unmasked faces scattered on both sides, his strides confident and unhurried. He didn't look a bit fazed by the mass of attention focused solely on him.

The attention focused solely on us. 

He led us towards a staircase at the end of the room, pulling me along with him toward the second floor. 

I crane my neck to the back, taking in the scene of fallen jaws. I felt my cheeks heat up and I gulped. 

I was used to the bad, mocking, denigrating kind of attention. But this? The awed stares? The envy? I never thought they would be cast my way. 

As soon as we were out of sight, he let go of my hand, reaching for a key card in his pants. He opened the door and we walked in. 

It was a lavish bedroom with a king-sized mattress in the middle, furnished with luxurious finishing. The door softly clicked shut behind me, and I turned to face him. 

He loosened his tie and slid one hand into the pocket of his slacks. I intertwined my fingers in front of me, unsure of what to do.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” 

“No,” I replied quickly, “I’m just nervous.” 

He nodded slightly, taking a few steps toward me. He cupped my cheek, “Have you done this before?”

My eyes widened. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t have been able to control my reaction. Was he asking about sex? 

He stared at me and simply said, “I thought as much.”

“I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to do,” he said, “I want to make this as enjoyable for you as possible if you’ll let me.”

I pursed my lips, trying to come up with a response. Yes, I’ve never been intimate with a man. But I wasn’t naive, I knew a lot about sex. I think. 

I wanted to give in to him. 

“I can make you feel good.” his voice came out low, “I’ll take care of you. Do you trust me?”

It was a heavy question, but for some reason, the, “Yes,” slipped from my lips without hesitation. 

He nodded, holding my gaze for a moment before moving to stand behind me. His hands trace the material of my dress, following the natural shape of my curves. 

I’m much shorter than him. The top of my head barely grazed his chest. 

He gripped the zip on my dress, pulling it down slowly. The sound echoed through the quiet room, and I fought a shiver as his knuckles grazed the exposed flesh along my spine. 

His palms glided slowly up towards my shoulder as he pulled down the straps. My dress falls down my body, pooling at my feet. 

The cool air kissed my bare breasts, hardening my nipples into rosy peaks. He moved his palm over my waist, sliding it along my bare stomach. 

Moving towards my abdomen, his fingers brush over the soft skin above my panties, tracing the lace of my underwear. 

I sucked in a sharp breath. He was barely doing anything to me, but I was filled with desire, itching for him to go lower. He pulled away from me then, the heat of his presence leaving my back. 

Confused, I peeked over my shoulder, half turning to face him as I covered my naked breasts with my hands. 

I froze at the sight of what I saw next.