Chapter 295: Leave!

Yuki finally had a clear look at him, and something in her mind stopped working.

Kaden’s cock rested heavy between her breasts, flushed deep at the tip, the skin stretched tight and shiny where precum had already smeared. Thick dark veins ran the length of him, raised above the surface, twitching with every pulse of his heartbeat.

He was long—roughly eight inches, around twenty centimetres, maybe two shorter than Killian—but the girth was what made her stomach drop. Being slightly shorter did nothing to soften his threat. He looked built to stretch someone open, not to fit politely anywhere.

Her folds clenched hard at the sight. Alarm bells rang somewhere distant and useless. She had already come this far. Turning back now felt like a lie she could no longer tell herself.

Her lips parted without permission. Kaden’s voice dropped into something quiet and coaxing, almost gentle if not for the heat under it. "Wider, Snow." Her mouth parted wider and he smirked, " That’s it... Good girl."

The praise hit her harder than it should have. A flutter rolled through her stomach. She opened further.

"Wider still," he murmured, watching her with half-lidded eyes that gave nothing away. "Weren’t you the one daring me to fuck you? Then open that rebellious mouth and let me use it."

His voice sounded like a siren song. Yuki obeyed.

Kaden pushed forward. The head of him slid between the soft press of her breasts first, using the tight channel of her chest for friction before the flushed tip found her lips. The taste of salt and heat flooded her tongue the moment he breached her mouth..

He tasted like skin and arousal and something heavier that was purely him. He filled her in a slow, deliberate advance until her jaw ached around the thickest part of him and her lips stretched tight.

Her hands lifted on instinct, wanting to steady him.

"No." Kaden caught her wrists and pressed them down against the cold rock. "Keep them there. Just take it."

He pushed deeper.

The blunt head struck the back of her throat. Yuki gagged hard, eyes flying wide as her throat convulsed around him. Tears sprang almost instantly.

"Breathe through your nose, Snow," he said, voice strained, almost amused. "Don’t die on me because you can’t handle my cock."

She forced air through her nose. Her eyes burned.

Kaden laughed under his breath—a short, gravelly sound—and pulled back until only the tip rested on her tongue. He stayed nested between her breasts, rolling his hips in a slow, filthy grind that dragged his shaft through the slick press of her chest.

The sensitive skin there was already growing hot and tender from the repeated slide of him. Then his waist snapped forward again. The thrust was sharper this time, driving him back into her mouth with enough force to make her gag a second time. Tears spilt down her cheeks.

He chuckled and leaned down, thumb wiping the wet tracks away with unexpected care. "Does it hurt?" he asked softly, taunting. "Regretting not leaving yet?"

Her answer came through the mindlink, tight and defiant even while her throat struggled around him,,’I’m not scared.’

Kaden’s smile widened.

"Brave little wolf," he murmured. His hips rolled again, deeper. "You can’t be that scared. You were mated to three. If you can’t handle one, how the hell were you going to handle three at once?"

Yuki’s eyes went wide.

*At once—*

The thought slipped straight into the open link before she could stop it.

Kaden found that deeply amusing. A delighted sound left his throat while he kept moving—slow rolls of his waist that pushed him between her breasts and into her mouth in a steady, wet rhythm.

She was completely at his mercy like this. He couldn’t imagine a more beautiful scene: lips stretched, tears on her cheeks, nipples tight and aching where his cock dragged against them with every thrust.

Every reckless thought in his head screamed the same dangerous truth. If he listened to even half of them, she was not leaving this riverbank tonight. She would not have the energy left to stand at any engagement in the morning.

Kaden’s jaw flexed as the idea settled.

Xavier finding out his fiancée could not make it because Kaden had fucked her senseless all night did not sound like a bad idea at all. It was genuinely tempting he must admit.

’You shouldn’t be thinking about fucking your best friend’s girl,’ his wolf said, thick with taunting amusement.

Kaden almost laughed out loud.

Betrayed Xavier. Who betrayed who first? Xavier had been the one eager to claim someone tied to him first. Kaden was only returning the favour.

Yuki’s voice slid into the link again, strained and exasperated around the physical reality of him in her mouth. ’There is no fucking way I could take three at once.’

Kaden chuckled aloud, the sound vibrating through his chest and into her.

"You shouldn’t be thinking about other cocks when mine is in your mouth," he said, voice edged and close. His hand found her hair and tightened. "And don’t forget to breathe."

Then he started thrusting properly.

His waist worked in a controlled, devastating rhythm. Each forward snap of his hips drove him through the tight channel of her breasts and deep into her mouth.

Each retreat left a slick trail of saliva and precum across her chest. The repeated drag of his shaft over the soft, sensitive skin of her breasts had turned the friction into something sharper now—heat building with every pass until the tenderness bordered on ache.

He used her hair to pull her closer whenever he wanted more depth, guiding her onto him like she was something made to take him. The pace climbed stage by stage—shallow and testing at first, then deeper, then a steady, wet rhythm that filled the quiet riverbank with filthy sounds.

Yuki’s folds grew wetter with every thrust. She had never imagined anything like this: being held open, mouth fucked raw, while her body betrayed her so completely. Her breasts grew sore from the constant friction, but the ache barely registered beneath the stretch of her jaw and the constant threat of him hitting her throat again.

Her eyes burned. It felt like too much.

And still she watched him.

Kaden’s control was slipping. His brows were drawn tight, lips parted, breath coming hard. Soft, broken groans started leaving him—quiet at first, then deeper as his waist snapped harder.

The look of pleasure on his face was so fucking enticing it made something twist in her chest. For a moment it felt like she held power over him. She saw it in the way his stomach tensed, in the slight tremor that ran through his thighs, in the way his fingers flexed harder in her hair as if he needed the grip to stay upright. The unshakeable General was trembling because of her mouth.

The realisation settled warm and dizzying under her ribs, and she held onto it even while tears kept slipping down her cheeks.

He was too large for her mouth. She genuinely thought she might choke when he throbbed harder, swelling against her tongue as his rhythm turned messier. His hips stuttered. Another groan tore out of him, lower this time, almost a moan.

"Fuck—" His voice broke. His grip in her hair tightened hard. "Damn it... I’m almost there—"

One more deep thrust. His waist snapped forward, burying him to the limit of what she could take. Then another, rougher, less controlled.

He pulled out abruptly.

Yuki gasped, sucking air in a sharp, desperate pull, spit and precum trailing from her lips. She watched, dazed, as he stroked himself once over her chest and came hard—thick ropes of release spilling across her breasts and collarbone. His chest heaved. For a few seconds, he looked completely undone, more satisfied than she had ever seen him.

Yuki tried to push herself up.

Kaden stepped back, still breathing hard, jaw tight.

"Leave."

Her head snapped up, confusion cutting through the haze. She stayed half-raised on her elbows, lips parted, the evidence of him still warm across her skin, as if she had not fully registered the order.

Kaden clenched his jaw and rolled it slowly, as if fighting something still rising under his skin.

"Don’t fucking test me, Snow," he said, voice raw and stripped of every earlier taunt. "I’m no saint. Leave before—"

He did not finish the sentence.

Her gaze drifted down.

His cock was already stirring again, thickening almost instantly despite everything he had just spent.

For the first time tonight, true fear cut through the heat in her chest.