All Chapters of OFF LIMIT: FOURTEEN NIGHTS WITH MY HUSBAND'S BEST FRIENDS : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 92 ElowenI woke to sunlight filtering through gauzy curtains, the warmth of it painting patterns across my closed eyelids. For a moment I just lay there, suspended in that space between sleep and waking where nothing existed except the soft weight of sheets against my skin, the distant sound of waves, the slow steady rhythm of breathing that wasn't my own.Kian.His arm was draped across my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his breath warm against the nape of my neck. We'd made it back to the hotel at some point in the early morning hours, stumbling through the lobby half-dressed and laughing quietly like teenagers sneaking home after curfew.I remembered the way he'd carried me up the stairs when my legs wouldn't cooperate, remembered falling into his bed instead of my own, remembered the way he'd pulled me close without asking if I wanted to stay.The memory made something flutter in my chest.I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, reaching for my phone on

Chapter 94Elowen"Hope," I said honestly. "The reminder that I'm worth caring about. That I can be happy. That life doesn't have to be what it's been."Kian's eyes darkened with emotion I couldn't quite read.He cupped my face in both hands and kissed me slowly, thoroughly, like he was trying to memorize the taste of me.When he pulled back we were both breathing hard."Stay with me tonight," he said quietly. "Not for sex necessarily. I just... I want you close. Want to wake up with you one more time before we have to go back.""Okay," I whispered.We got ready for bed in his room, moving around each other with that same easy domesticity from the morning. He lent me a t-shirt to sleep in. I borrowed his toothbrush because I'd forgotten mine. Small intimate violations of personal space that felt natural.When we finally climbed into bed he pulled me against his chest, his arm secure around my waist."Elowen?" he said into the darkness."Yeah?""These three days with you have been som

Chapter 96 ElowenAll of it—the thoughtfulness, the attention, the way he'd looked at me, the things he'd said under the stars—all of it had been performance.A role he'd played to give me what I wanted.My heart shattered so completely I could feel the pieces cutting me from the inside."You were acting," I repeated slowly, trying to process what he was saying, trying to understand how the last three days could have been a lie when they'd felt so real and so right and so utterly true.Kian crossed his arms over his chest, his grey eyes hard as he looked at me without a trace of the warmth I'd grown addicted to over the past seventy-two hours."You said you wanted to know what it felt like to be treated right," he repeated like I was someone dumb. "I gave you that experience so you wouldn't feel so pathetic about your marriage."Pathetic.The word landed like a blow and I actually flinched, taking a step back as if putting distance between us could somehow lessen the impact of what h

Chapter 98KianI stood at my door for what felt like hours after Elowen left, listening to her footsteps fade down the hallway, listening to the sound of her door closing, listening to the muffled sobs that followed and hating myself for being the cause of them.But what choice did I have?What the hell was I supposed to do when every instinct I possessed was screaming at me to claim her, to mark her, to make her mine in ways that would destroy everything and everyone around us?I pressed my forehead against the cool wood of the door and closed my eyes, trying to calm the wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin, trying to ignore the way my chest ached like someone had reached in and torn out something vital.Those three days hadn't been an act.That was the problem, that was what terrified me more than anything else, because I'd meant every word I said to her and every touch I gave her and every moment we spent together had felt more real than anything in my entire life.I'd treated h

Chapter 100ElowenI should have stopped him, should have pushed him away and insisted we deal with his injuries and fever first before anything else happened.But his hands were sliding under my shirt and his mouth found mine and suddenly I was kissing him back with equal desperation, needing this connection, needing to feel wanted even if it was just his fever talking.We moved together with an urgency that left no room for second thoughts, clothes disappearing between fevered kisses and whispered words I couldn't quite make out.His skin was impossibly hot under my hands but I didn't care, couldn't care about anything except the way he was touching me like I was precious, like I mattered, like I was exactly what he needed.When he finally pushed inside me I cried out and he swallowed the sound with his mouth, moving with a rhythm that felt both gentle and desperate, I wrapped my legs around him and let myself fall into the sensation of being wanted, being needed, being something ot