The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven - Chapter 442

Chapter 442: All the Permission I Needed
[Draven].

I knew Meredith was testing my patience when she dragged the conversation out and tried to ignite a fight.

But she was far too innocent to think I would fall for her trick so easily, not with my cock throbbing beneath my pants.

I couldn’t wait to get laid and feel the muscles of her inner walls tighten when I pump my hot cock in and out of her without mercy.

Meredith must be so determined to try her luck, so she attempted to step past me.

She tried to slip away with that small, defiant lift of her chin—the one she always used when she was hiding something or when she was trying to control a situation that was already far beyond her control.

I let her take exactly one step. Then I reached out and caught her wrist lightly, but firmly enough that she stopped mid-stride.

“Stop running,” I murmured.

Her breath hitched just slightly, but I felt it. I always felt her.

She turned back to me slowly, eyes wide, guarded, and trying very hard not to show the tremble beneath her calm.

I closed the distance between us—unhurried, deliberate, until her back met the edge of the bed. She couldn’t step further.

She swallowed hard, and I could hear the quick thud of her heart.

“Meredith,” I said softly, lowering my head so I could see the truth in her eyes, “you keep tempting me, then expect me to stay patient.”

She opened her mouth, maybe to deny it or tease me again, but her voice died before it even formed.

I could see her pulse racing at her throat.

I could see her fingers curling at her sides as if she didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer.

Her fear from earlier was gone now, so this was something else—something that pressed heat into the air between us.

I lifted my hands and placed them on her waist, slow enough for her to refuse if she wanted.

She didn’t move.

She only inhaled sharply, her lashes lowering.

I leaned in, letting my lips brush the side of her neck first—warm, soft, barely a kiss. She trembled.

“You make it very hard to wait,” I whispered against her skin.

Her hands rose to my chest, but instead of pushing, she held onto me, her fingers curling in the fabric of my shirt. That alone nearly broke the last line of restraint I had.

I kissed her shoulder, then the soft place beneath her jaw. Her breath grew uneven, and my own control wavered.

“Draven…” she breathed, but she didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t need to.

The next moment, I lifted her chin gently, tracing her jaw with my thumb as I leaned closer, her eyes on mine, wide, luminous, already betraying everything she couldn’t say aloud.

But just as I was about to kiss her, truly kiss her, the back of her legs hit the mattress, and she lost her balance.

I caught her before she fell, one arm around her waist, and she ended up half-sitting on the edge of the bed, her face tilted up at me.

She looked undone, soft and completely breathless. Her lips parted, and her voice came out small:

“You are too close.”

I smirked. I couldn’t help it. “You can push me away if you want,” I murmured.

She didn’t move, so I leaned down, bracing my arm beside her on the mattress, and kissed her slowly, deeply, and utterly consuming.

She inhaled sharply, and then her hands flew up, grabbing onto my shirt and pulling me closer.

I kissed her again and again.

Each one deeper than the last, until the world blurred around us and all that was left was heat and breath and the way she melted into my hands.

When I finally pulled back, her lips were flushed, her breath shaky, her eyes half-lidded and dazed, beautifully so.

I pressed my forehead to hers and spoke with a low voice, “I won’t wait until night.”

Her breath stilled, then I felt her fingers tighten on my shirt.

“But…” she whispered, voice breaking slightly, “…I thought—”

I cut her off by brushing my lips across hers again, barely a touch this time, but enough to make her shiver.

“No more running,” I whispered. “No more teasing.”

My thumb brushed her lower lip, and her eyelids fluttered.

“If you want me to stop,” I said quietly, “tell me now.”

She didn’t, but more like she couldn’t. Her silence was an answer so loud it roared in my chest.

I lifted her gently onto the centre of the bed, kissing her again more slowly, reverent, hungrier, feeling every moment we spent apart, every barrier, every hesitation finally burn away between us.

In return, her fingers curled into my shirt the moment I lay her back against the pillows, pulling me closer as if she had finally stopped fighting the truth she had been tiptoeing around all morning.

The truth is that she wanted this as much as I did.

I braced one arm beside her and really watched her chest rise and fall too quickly.

Her lips were pink and parted. Her lashes trembled like she was being undone from the inside out.

“Meredith…” I murmured.

Her soft eyes lifted to mine, hot, pleading without saying a word. That look nearly ruined me.

I couldn’t help dipping my head and kissing the corner of her mouth slowly, and lingering, dragging my lips upward until I reached her cheek, then her jaw, then the delicate place beneath her ear.

She gasped—a small, quiet sound that shot straight through me.

Her hands slid up my chest, over my shoulders, then around the back of my neck.

The warmth of her palms… moons, it was enough to make my breath hitch.

I kissed down her neck, taking my time, feeling the way her pulse fluttered wildly beneath my mouth.

“Draven…” she breathed shakily but more desperately.

My name had never sounded like this, Not in battle, in anger, or even in fear.

This was different. It was need.

I lifted my head, brushing my nose against hers. “Tell me to stop,” I whispered.

She shook her head before I even finished the sentence. And that was all the permission I needed.

I kissed her again, deeper than before, her lips warm and pliant beneath mine.

She met the kiss with an intensity that startled me—her fingers threading into my hair, pulling me closer, holding me like she didn’t want even an inch of space between us.