Chapter 225: Chapter 225

I moved closer to him, every step deliberate, slow, like a predator circling prey. Adrik’s eyes followed me, his jaw tight, his breath uneven though he tried to hide it. He was strong, yes, but I could already sense the crack in his armor. Men like him always thought they could resist, until I proved them wrong.

I stopped right in front of him, so close I could feel the heat of his body. My eyes never left his. For a moment, I let the silence stretch, heavy and dangerous.

Then I tilted my head, raised my chin slightly, and without hesitation, I sealed my lips on his.

It wasn’t soft. I didn’t want soft. It was fire, hunger, fury. My kiss was a weapon, and I poured everything into it, my rage at Damon, my bitterness toward Lisa, my endless hunger for the throne. And Adrik, that poor fool, was caught in it.

At first, he froze, shocked. His hands twitched at his side, and for a second, I thought he might push me away. But then I felt it, the shift, the surrender. His lips began to move against mine, rough, needy, eager. Get full chapters from 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽

A low sound rumbled from his throat, half growl, half groan, and I smiled against his mouth. Yes. I had him.

I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer, forcing him deeper into the kiss. His hand finally found my waist, gripping hard, almost desperate, as though he was afraid I’d slip away. I bit his lower lip, making him gasp, and then devoured him again, harder this time, hungrier.

He responded with equal fire now, returning my hunger with his own. Every clash of our mouths was like a battle, but it was one I had already won. He was mine in this moment, mine to command, mine to use.

My heart pounded, not from love but from triumph. This was power. This was control.

When I finally pulled back, my lips still brushing his, I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin. His lips were swollen, his breathing uneven, his eyes dark with something between lust and confusion.

I ran my thumb along his jaw slowly, teasingly, letting him feel the softness of my touch after the storm of my kiss.

"See?" I whispered, my voice low, dripping with victory. "You do crave more."

He swallowed hard, saying nothing. His eyes searched mine, as if torn between desire and guilt.

I leaned closer again, so close that my lips almost brushed his ear. My voice was soft, but each word was a dagger sliding into him.

"Why serve as his shadow, Adrik?" I breathed. "Why bow, why beg, when you could rule? With me, you would not be forgotten. With me, you could have it all, the throne, the packs, the power..." I let my lips ghost over his jaw again, "...and me."

His breath hitched. I felt it. The fool. He wanted me.

I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes again. My smile was slow, wicked.

"Think of it," I continued, my voice steady, my tone dripping with poison and honey all at once.

For a moment, he just stared at me, torn. I could see the storm in his eyes, the war between loyalty and desire. It only made me smirk wider.

Because wars ? I always won.

I kissed him again before he could speak, harder this time, hungrily, pouring every dark promise into the press of my lips. And this time, he didn’t hesitate at all. His arms pulled me flush against him, his mouth answering mine with equal fire.

I moaned softly into the kiss, letting it curl around him like silk and chains all at once. Yes. Let him drown. Let him forget himself. Let him lose to me.

I led him to my bed, he planted his hands on my round ass and squeezed as my mouth crushed down on his.

Adrik pumped his hips up toward my heat, pressed so close to him. Slipping his fingers under the hem of my dress, he groaned when he found me bare.

I did that because I knew what I was after, and he loved it.

His fingers flexed on my breasts, cupping them through the fabric.

"How do you take this thing off?"

"." I got off his lap, and when he would have protested, he swallowed his words instead, practically drooling as I yanked on the neckline and shimmied out of the garment.

With a breathless giggle, I resumed my place on his lap and wrapped one arm around his shoulders. My other hand snaked down between us to stroke him through the fabric of his pants. He gasped, his cock surging at my touch.

And I helped him get naked as well.

At the first touch of his fingers on my pussy, I shut my eyes and let out a low moan. The way he caressed me there was so fucking lovely. Gentle, but sure. His fingers teased my entrance, and I sighed, my breath hitching when he found my clit and stroked.

"Please," I whispered, shaking my ass to hurry him along. It worked. With a groan, he moved behind me and bent his knees. His thighs pressed against mine, and then the head of his cock prodded at me.

Then he pushed forward, filling me, stretching me. Pleasure detonated my thoughts into stardust.

"Oh, my goodness," He felt impossibly thick inside me. And so fucking good. He had to rock himself back and forth a bit to stretch me, but when he was fully sheathed, with his hips pressed against my ass, I dug my nails into the edge of the bed and hissed out a breath.

Panting, he leaned over my back and braced his hands next to mine.

I thrust her butt back against him, and it was like that one move broke his control. His arm snaked around my waist, and he began to thrust, setting a fast, pounding pace that left me breathless.

The power in those thighs, the passion in his gaze, he was consuming me from the inside out. And all I could do was hold on for the ride.

The entire world narrowed to his cock shuttling in and out of me, his skin slapping against mine, his harsh pants and growls.

His hands moved up and down my body, rolling my tight nipples, squeezing my madly bouncing breasts, rubbing circles over my clit. I was a mass of throbbing sensation, originating from where he hammered into me.

I loved it. I couldn’t take it. I never wanted him to stop. When my limbs threatened to give out, he gathered me close, letting me lean on him. He held me up with his hands on my breasts and between my legs, and with the force of his straining thighs and cock. Our sweat-dampened bodies slid together, generating heat and friction.

I was at the climax, and he picked up the pace again, and I finally reached orgasm. He was different from my stupid guard, and I love that.

We lay on the bed, breathing so hard. I stared at him, "Are you in the game?" I asked.

He nodded, giving me that perfect smile.