Chapter 19
Maxwell’s POV.
The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. My entire world tilted on its axis as I stared into her glowing, otherworldly eyes. The raw energy radiating from her wasn’t just adrenaline or passion, it was something ancient, untamed, and fierce. She wasn’t fragile, as I had foolishly assumed. She was a force of nature, a storm personified.
My hands cupped her face with possessive need, my fingers trembling with restraint as I gazed at her. Every fiber of me wanted to claim her in that moment, but I knew there was a conversation we had to have first. My sister’s cryptic words echoed in my mind, now making perfect sense.
Her eyes searched mine, filled with questions she didn’t voice. I closed my eyes for a moment, steadying the chaos swirling within me, before I opened them and met her
gaze.
“You’re a Lycan, Delilah,” I said, my voice low and steady.
She didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink. Instead, she nodded, her calm demeanor betraying none of the shock I expected.
“I found out not too long ago,” she replied softly.
The moment the words left her lips, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I crushed my mouth against hers, pulling her flush against me. Her chest heaved against mine, her breath mingling with mine as we lost ourselves in each other.
The revelation burned through me, reigniting the fire smoldering in my chest. Lycans in heat were rare, potent, and dangerously intoxicating. It explained the way her scent pulled at me like gravity, the way her body fit mine so perfectly, as if the moon itself had molded her to be my mate.
But with her heat came danger. Lycans in this state drew predators…wolves, dark creatures, and beings even more monstrous than my kind. They wouldn’t care that she had been claimed or bonded. They’d hunt her for the raw, untamed power coursing through her veins,
“Is something wrong?” she asked, her soft voice pulling me back to the present.
I shook my head, grounding myself in the warmth of her presence. “You’re in heat, Delilah. That means predators will come for you. They won’t care that you’re mine,” I explained, my tone firm. “But I won’t let anything happen to you. Just promise me you won’t wander off alone.”
She nodded, her trust in me unwavering. And that trust unraveled what little control I had left. I claimed her lips again, this time with a ferocity that matched the storm inside me. She moaned into my mouth, her body pliant and eager under my touch.
I pulled back, my breathing ragged as I sat back on my heels. Without breaking
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contact, I gripped her waist and guided her onto her stomach. Her breath hitched as I positioned her on all fours, her inexperience making her movements hesitant but no less enticing.
“Relax,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire.
I pulled her hips toward me, aligning us. In one fluid motion, I entered her again, the overwhelming tightness making me groan. Her body welcomed me, her walls gripping me like she was made just for me.
began slowly, letting her adjust, but the primal part of me, the beast within, demanded more. My pace quickened, each thrust driving us higher into a world of pure ecstasy. Her moans filled the room, blending with the sound of our bodies moving in perfect sync.
Her back arched, and I gripped her hips tighter, pounding into her with unrelenting force. The friction, the heat, the slick glide of our bodies…it was electrifying. My vision blurred, the pleasure cresting like a tidal wave.
“Maxwell,” she moaned, her voice laced with desperation and need. Hearing my name fall from her lips like that spurred me on, and I drove deeper, hitting the perfect spot that made her cry out in bliss.
She clenched around me, her body trembling as she reached her peak. But I wasn’t done. I turned her onto her back, her flushed face and heavy–lidded eyes filled with unrestrained craving.
Her fingers slid into her mouth, her
race. “You’re insatiable,” I growled “gue tracing them in a way that made my pulse
my lips curling into a wicked smile.
Her heat was doing wonders, stoking the fire within me. I entered her again, her slick warmth enveloping me as I began to move. Her legs wrapped around my waist, locking me in place, and I obliged, giving her everything I had.
Her body quaked beneath me, her cries reaching a crescendo as her release tore through her again. I followed, the intensity of my own orgasm crashing over me like a storm. I stayed buried inside her, unwilling to break the connection.
But this was far from over. My cravings for her were endless, an addiction I didn’t want to cure. Changing positions, marveled at the way her body responded to mine, her surrender igniting something primal and possessive in me.
een,
She was mine, my queen, my addiction, my everything. And I would never let her go.
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