Brought to his knees before the kingdom after ten years of hiding, Kyros believed that he would be sentenced to death for the murder of his pack. His sentence would mean the end of it all - his torment, his abuse, his turmoil.
But his destiny change...
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His heart thrummed like a drum of war in his chest. Lilted and steady, it hummed low like a gentle undulation. His breath hitched in his throat and his world seemed to spin at a pace that was too fast for him to fathom.
Etched in the air were words that he had ached to hear in a genuine matter. Spoken with diligence, whispered in his ear with such care, one could compare it to holding valuable glass figurines in vigilant hands.
He squeezed the hands resting against his chest tighter as he looked down at the woman who was his mate. Her face was tilted upwards towards him, her eyes holding his glistening ones. A halo of sunlight danced around her hair, some strands managed to catch the light and captured the brilliant blaze.
Her eyes were big, set afire by the words she had just uttered into the air. Like liquid honey, they held his eyes and sealed his reflection in them.
He found he couldn't let her go.
Especially not after the words she had said.
He kissed her.
His mouth found hers in a tangle of passion and desperation, his wolf beckoning hers from the very depths of her wondrous soul. Extreme heat met fire and together, they formed an explosive force that couldn't even begin to comprehend the word tame.
Asheria had led Kyros back into their room after they were together outside, and she had had the intention to discuss the crowning ceremony.
But plans had somewhat changed.
Her heart rate picked up as she melted into Kyros. The feelings and the experience she was having were new to her, kissing felt funny but nice. The heat in her cheeks was akin to fire and was stained with a pinkish tone.
But not because of embarrassment.
It was her body's way of saying she wanted more.
His lips were soft against hers, and soon, it wasn't just his lips that she was feeling against her mouth.
His tongue prodded against hers, and she let him in. His hands found her waist and settled there. Her hands snaked up his shirt, feeling his warm skin and touching the hard planes of his stomach there.
He shivered at her touch.
She halted.
"Do you want me to stop?" She asked, worriedly. She knew he had dark memories associated with a lustful touch and was a bit more cautious.
He looked at her with dilated eyes.
"Your touch ceasing its presence would be torture." His voice rumbled lowly in her ears.
"Do not fret, then." She replied and immediately started kissing him again.
Her hands went back to exploring his stomach and chest, and he relished in every movement of her hands. The feeling with her was completely different than when he was with Candie.
