Wren's POV

“You don’t need to contact your father. I told you, everything’s in good hands. There was an identification of Pallamir’s fleet near Mara del Morte. Seven of my best squadrons are fighting up there. From what I hear, victory is close, Spades.”
No...
“Kilian.” I grab his cheeks, trying not to burst into tears. “When did you send them? I didn’t hear a thing.”
“For sure you didn’t. You were snoring like a bear,” Alpha boy chuckles.
Does he think this is funny?!
“You do understand that this is a military tactic.”
“What are you on about, girl?”
“Pallamir would never send just one Spacial unit. It would send ten thousand of them. The entire fleet! This little attempt is to weaken your line!”
There is a push from him, his knees now towering over my head. As usual, he runs from the obvious, especially when the answer doesn’t suit him.
“Impossible, Spades.”
“Let me talk to my fucking father. NOW!”
The way he looks at me. He’s a leader alright. Tall and proud. But then this gaze of his trails off into the void to a distance only Kilian can perceive. I sometime wish I could be wherever he is...
“I don’t play with my enemies...,” he mutters.
Even though the man grew up in war, he never received a proper military education.
Here we have another instance of injustice. The constant bombing of a population that hasn’t grown socially and economically does not stand a chance to defend itself properly. Bastards!
“The art of war, Kilian! There are so many strategies you don’t know.”
I crumble to his feet and grab his dangling hand. “We’re all going to die if I don’t reach my father. They know where we are!”
Bret! Fucking idiot. My face slides down Kilian’s leg at the thought of my father’s Beta, my hopeless self clamping down on my tears as if they could change a thing.
As I’m about to face the floor. Kilian leans toward me and saves my chin from touching it. “Ok. We have a Parojan channel. But it’s so expensive to use. The crystals are sucked in at a rate of three hundred pounds per minute.”
“Please!”
“I’ll take you to the Control Platform,” he says, crouching once again to my level. “But not before I get this sweat out of you.” Fingers wove along my temps, massaging them tenderly. Fuck...
Kilian...
Two dawning suns stare back at me. What if I never got to see these again...
I hold Kilian’s gaze as if it were the last time, soaking in every golden hue, spot, and line of his blazing orbs.
And then, as if my eyes found closure, I shut them from the rest of the world. Only Kilian’s eyes will ever be the last thing I want to see.
That warmth of his body blanketing me as he lowers me to the ground; it’s a different kind of drug...
“Why are you like this, Kilian?..” I barely breathe, his tender clasp on my nape submitting me to whatever he wants.
“Because I love you, Spades.”
I slingshot my arms around his neck.
In a clash, I take possession of him. His lips. His skin. His threads I wove, tug, pull closer. Kneading in his tenebrous fluffed hair, I just can’t get enough of him.
Eating.
Licking.
Every.Inch.of.his.face.
My panties are the only clothing that prevents him from claiming me. And his fingers know it. There’s a dark growl from the man as he slips them inside and a moan just as raucous from me. My breathy self gasps against his lips, air hardly coming in, as Kilian conquers my mouth.
The air is electric.
A storm of strokes thunders in our hair.
A hurricane of hands swirls against our skin.
A blizzard of lips pelts over our faces and necks.
We can’t get what we want. Become one, devour ourselves alive.
His jeans flash to his knees.
They won’t go further.
I don’t want to wait a second.
I can hardly breathe, for it’s an invasion of Kilian, my airways filled with a possessive tongue, my breasts caged by feverish hands.
“Kilian..” My thighs clasp around his hips, and I purr to this hand skating past my oval to carouse near my entrance. It’s now brushing against my channel, nudging a cock against my clit.
“I want to be inside you...,” his lips talk, but all I hear is his shaft introducing itself, slow, unrushed, the slip of it, decided, smooth... “And never leave.”
“Promise me,” I rasp, trying to exist through him.
But then, he pauses, two stars settling on me.
These ignite an onrush of adrenaline that shocks my entire being.
Why? I don’t know, but there’s this song that comes flying into my mind. “They call the rising sun...”
Kilian’s chest begins to pound much harder, hammering my own thirsting heart. There's an unusual start to it, catching up my pace as we ache for each other. My...
"Alpha." A vocale reflex bounces out my throat from fingers flash-forking into mine. In a blink, Kilian dives into my neck, his body becoming a pressure vital to my being. Never in my life has gravity felt so good. From this attraction borns even a husk, “And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy...”
Something awakes in me. I try holding onto this new kind of feel. Try to cultivate this vibration vining up my bones. It's coming from this tsunami named Kilian waving over my body, his cock, a tide I never want to stop. It's as if I'm connecting with him, my roots ebbing within him. What is this feeling...
I fold my fingers hard over Kilian's. This gentle beast is rocking my body with mastered thrusts, harvesting this orgasm I've been struggling to tame.
I swallow. Try to uncoil this clitoric satiation. But my pumping blood has other plans for me. It decides to dwell in my core, swelling my walls, pushing them to cave in as if wanting to keep their visitor inside for eternity.
And then, this new sensation I felt moments ago, darts through me in no time. It's a fire of love and it's mingled with lust. It’s engulfing my mind, sparking the tip of my nipples, scorching my heart, to the smoothness of his hip strides, or is it the rush of his breath crashing behind my ear?
“Be mine forever.”
Or his words...
Kilian...
I love you so fucking much.
