Chapter 130
I follow Wake into the room, my pulse still drumming from the tense encounter on the deck.
It’s about twice the size of the one I woke up in, with a porthole that offers a sweeping view of the endless ocean. I narrowly resists the urge to slam the door behind me, crossing my arms instead as I lean against it.
Wake glances at me from where he’s standing near the bed. “You’re unsatisfied with your reuniting with your grandmother.”
I snap, “Oh, don’t look at me like that, of course I am. She just… has an answer for everything. She doesn’t even bother acting sorry!”
He shrugs, as infuriatingly calm as ever. “What happened to controlling our emotions and playing things smart?”
I throw my hands in the air. “Well, it’s not like you were up there making googly eyes at that Khale guy either.”
Wake frowns, his brow furrowing as he considers my words. “He doesn’t smell right.”
I blink. “Smell right? What does Khale smell like?”
“Not like an Enkian,” he says flatly. “He smells like you.”
I balk, straightening. “Excuse me?”
“I do not necessarily believe it to be a bad thing,” Wake says, his tone measured. “You are not a full-blooded Enkian, and you do not smell like one.”
I narrow my eyes at him, his words sinking in like stones. “And you suspect that Khale isn’t either?”
Wake doesn’t reply, but his silence speaks volumes.
I press further. “What did he mean when he said that the clans owe their greatness to his tribe?”
Wake sidesteps the question entirely, his voice calm but pointed. “Why did you not tell your grandmother that you can transform?”
I scoff, taking a step away from the door. “Because I don’t trust her, Wake. She just told me everything I know about her is a lie. And even if she had her reasons, they don’t make sense. How did she expect to fight an ancient god when her clan was in shambles?”
“She must have reason to believe that the line isn’t broken,” Wake says quietly.
“How?” I throw my hands up, pacing the room now. “I’m the line!”
“That sounds like a sound question to ask her,” Wake says, his tone even. “When everyone has a cool head.”
“My head is fine!” I say, my voice rising. “I’m trying to be cautious.”
“It sounds,” Wake says, stepping closer to me, “as if the time for caution is over. We came here so that your grandmother could teach you how to use Electra’s gift.”
I whirl on him, my frustration boiling over. “That’s what you came here for. I came here to get some answers, Wake. Answers she hasn’t given me yet.”
Wake’s gaze softens as he closes the remaining distance between us. His hands settle on my shoulders, warm and firm, massaging the tension there. “And we will get them,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “I swear that to you.”
The touch, the words, and the steady presence of him—it’s enough to disarm me. I let out a shaky breath, my shoulders relaxing slightly under his hands. When I look up at him, his eyes are steady, unwavering, like an anchor in the storm.
“Okay,” I whisper, and then I kiss him.
It starts as a soft brush of lips, but it quickly grows heated, the fire between us sparking to life as it always does. His hands slide down my back, pulling me closer, and I let myself melt into him, forgetting everything for a moment except the feel of him.
His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers racing along my spine. I gasp softly, my fingers curling into his shirt as his hands slide lower, gripping my hips. When his fingers slip beneath the waistband of my shorts, I let out a breathless laugh.
“Always so direct,” I tease, but my voice is thick with want.
Wake smirks against my skin, his fingers finding me with practiced precision. “You prefer me this way.”
I can’t argue with that. My head falls back, and I let myself get lost in him, in this moment, the world outside fading away entirely.
He strokes me, his fingers moving in time with his tongue as he teases a path along the inside of my collarbone. A moan escapes me, and he laughs, his voice husky. He loves how much I want him, and the knowledge burns through my veins. I tighten my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
He kisses a path down to the valley between my breasts. His fingers shift, dipping into my pussy. His thumb finds my clit, circling slowly, and my breath catches in my throat.
He lifts his head and stares at me with eyes dark with desire, and I know what he wants. He doesn't say it, and he never will, but he doesn't have to. I understand him well enough to see the unspoken request.
I bite my lip, and a wicked smile curves his lips. His thumb shifts, and he presses his palm flat against me. My thighs tremble, and he leans in to whisper, "My mate's pussy is dripping. You want me."
"I do."
He pulls away. It's only for a moment, but that's all it takes to make my body scream in denial. He reaches for the hem of my tank top, and I lift my arms and allow him to tug it over my head. I'm naked before him, but that's hardly new.
He's seen me in every possible state, but still, his gaze sweeps over me, his pupils dilating. "So beautiful. You're going to be the death of me," he says, his voice thick.
I laugh, even as I lean up and kiss the base of his throat. "Then you should enjoy every moment."
"That is exactly what I intend to do."
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