Chapter 155: Power Off
Chapter 155: Power Off
Kaden’s POV
For a few heartbeats, the entire world went completely still.
We were frozen, breathing the exact same air. She trembled in my arms, her hands resting against my chest, directly over my racing heart. The sweet, addictive scent of her wrapped around my senses, drowning out everything else. I looked down. Even in the shadows, her wide, breathless eyes were locked on mine.
"Thank you," she whispered quietly, her voice so soft it sent a shiver straight down my spine.
Hearing her speak to me without anger, without that cold wall, made something snap inside me. Without thinking, my hand moved on its own instinct. My fingers slowly traced up her neck until my palm cradled her cheek, my thumb brushing gently across her soft skin. I had missed her so fiercely that standing this close felt like the sweetest kind of torture.
I leaned down, completely helpless against the pull between us.
Our lips met.
It was a brief, breathless second—a soft, desperate taste of the woman I loved and destroyed. The spark flared like wildfire, burning through my veins and making my wolf howl with pure hunger.
But before the spark could turn into a flame, Rebecca gasped against my mouth. Reality hit her, and she suddenly pulled away, breaking the contact. She stumbled backward onto the safety of the mattress, her eyes full of confusion and sudden panic as she tucked her injured leg away from me.
"Don’t," she whispered, her voice shaking as she pulled the blanket back over her body, turning her back to me once again.
I stood by the side of the bed, the cold air hitting my lips where her warmth had just been. My heart cracked a little more, but I forced myself back to my side of the bed. I lay down in silence, feeling as though I was bleeding from wounds no one could see.
A little after three in the morning, the weather outside took a violent turn.
A sudden, fierce storm hit the packhouse. The wind howled through the trees like a wounded wolf, and a blinding flash of lightning lit up the room, followed immediately by a loud crack of thunder.
Then, the power snapped.
The bedroom was swallowed by complete darkness. The small amount of moonlight from before was completely swallowed by the heavy storm clouds outside.
Instantly, the quiet air in the room changed. I heard Rebecca’s breath hitch, followed by a sudden, ragged gasp. Her breathing turned fast and shallow, the sound of her panic loud in the air. In her immediate terror of the sudden blackness, I heard her scramble toward the headboard and frantically slap her hand against the wall, flipping the light switch over and over. But nothing happened. The grid was dead.
At first, I thought she was scared of the storm. But as her gasps turned into loud, suffocating hitches, a memory flashed in my mind—the time she had been trapped in the broken elevator at my packhouse. I remembered her screams and her shouts... Rebecca was terrified of darkness and confined spaces.
I couldn’t see her in the total blackness, but her terrified scent was flooding my nose.
"Rebecca?" I called out, my cold mask completely dropping. "Are you okay?"
No answer. Only the sound of her trembling, her small body shaking so hard the mattress vibrated beneath us.
"Rebecca, speak to me," I urged, my heart hammering against my ribs with pure panic.
"Alpha K-Kaden..." she whispered, her voice so small, broken, and full of raw terror it shattered my soul. "I can’t... I can’t breathe. It’s too dark. Please..."
Hearing her whisper my name for comfort—even after everything I’d put her through—destroyed what little control I had left. My body moved before my mind could think. I rolled across the bed, reached through the pitch black, and pulled her firmly into my arms.
I dragged her shaking body against mine, wrapping my chest tightly against her back, molding her to my frame. I buried my face in her neck, letting her breathe in my thick Alpha scent, trying to use my own presence to give her a sense of space and safety in the darkness.
Neither of us spoke a word. The heavy silence of the bed was filled only by the roaring storm outside and her gradual, shaky breaths.
Rebecca froze at first. I expected her to fight me, to scream at me to get off, or to push my arms away with all her strength. But as the wind violently slammed against the window again, she let out a long, trembling breath. Slowly, her small hands reached down, grabbing onto my forearms, holding onto me like I was her only anchor in the middle of a nightmare.
My heart did a painful flip. I tightened my grip, protecting her even more.
Slowly, Rebecca turned her body around in my embrace. She looked up at me, her face barely a shadow in the dim light, her eyes swimming with a mix of fear, pain, and a deep, unsaid hunger that matched my own. We looked at each other for one long, breathless moment—the masks we wore finally breaking.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I leaned down, and this time, when my lips found hers, there was no pulling away.
The kiss exploded between us, fierce, messy, and filled with weeks of burning pain and desperation. I cupped her face with both hands, deepening the kiss, tasting her salty tears as she completely melted against me. She let out a soft, helpless moan right into my mouth, her fingers tangling tightly into my hair, pulling me closer.
I couldn’t take the distance anymore. Guided by raw instinct, I gently pressed her down onto the mattress. My eyes flashed, turning into their bright gold wolf form, allowing me to see her with perfect clarity even though the room was pitch black. I could see the flush on her cheeks, the tremble of her lips, and the wild desire in her eyes. I laid my body over hers, careful not to crush her with my full weight, pinning her gently beneath me.
I captured her lips again, my grip sliding down to grab her chin firmly, tilting her head back. She moaned out loud, the sound vibrating straight down to my groin. I tore my mouth away from hers and buried my face in her neck, my lips scraping against her soft skin. I moved down to her shoulders, leaving a trail of hot, biting kisses. With a rough tug, I pulled the slim strap of her nightgown down, exposing her full breasts to my sight.
Like a starved animal, I leaned down and opened my mouth over her nipple, sucking on her full breast deeply.
"Ah... Kaden!" she moaned, arching her back off the bed as the pleasure hit her.
I responded with a deep, dark moan of my own, the sound rattling in my chest. The sweet, heavy scent of her arousal was flooding the air, driving my wolf completely insane. I slid my hand down her flat stomach, bunching the fabric of her gown up until it was past her waist. My fingers slipped under the edge of her panties, finding her heat.
I touched her entrance, and fuck, she was completely wet.
My cock hardened even more, throbbing violently against my jeans, but I forced myself to hold back. I didn’t want to rush this. I wanted to make her burn just as badly as I was. Without warning, I pushed two fingers deep inside her at once.
Rebecca screamed out a loud moan, her eyes flying open. Before the sound could echo through the packhouse, I slammed my mouth back onto hers, swallowing her loud moans straight into my throat. I began to fuck her hard with my fingers, driving them in and out of her soaking wet heat. She moved her hips against my hand, riding my fingers, completely lost in the pleasure.
Fuck, I thought, my mind spinning. I need to be buried inside her right now.
I pulled my wet fingers out of her, still kissing her brutally, while my other hand flew down to my zipper. I unbuttoned my jeans and freed my aching, hard length, desperate to finally claim her.
But the moment the cold air hit my bare skin, something inside Rebecca snapped.
Before I could even line myself up, she placed both hands against my chest. With a sudden, unimaginable strength fueled by pure panic, she shoved me away. The force of her push was so strong it caught me completely off guard, knocking me right off the edge of the bed.
I crashed heavily onto the hard floor.
BZZZ.
Suddenly, the power line surged, and the bedroom lights snapped back on, blinding me for a split second.
I scrambled to my feet, my chest heaving as I looked at the bed. Rebecca was scrambling backward against the headboard, her nightgown torn, her chest rising and falling fast as she breathed hard. The dark terror was back in her eyes, mixed with a look of deep regret.
My pants were still half-down, my hard cock fully exposed between us. I couldn’t stop now. I was completely consumed by her.
"Rebecca, don’t do this," I pleaded, my voice rough, broken, and desperate as I reached down, quickly kicking my pants completely off my legs. I took a step toward the bed, my hands trembling as I bared my soul to her. "I want you... please."