Chapter 95

• Aurora POV
• The haze of pleasure lingers, my body still trembling from Lucas’s touch, but something shifts inside me. At the peak of my release, that tormenting pulse from Killian—his pleasure with his new mate—cut off abruptly, like a snapped thread. In its place, a sharp wave of anger crashes through the bond, his anger, and it sends a shiver down my spine. Guilt twists in my chest, whispering that this is wrong, that I’m betraying something sacred. But another part of me, raw and defiant, revels in it. After enduring hours of his pleasure the other night, feeling it sear through me again just now, I’m glad he’s forced to feel this. I hope it stings, hope it burns him to know someone else is giving me what he threw away.
• Lucas’s hand cups my chin, pulling me from my thoughts, and he kisses me, deep and possessive, like he’s claiming a piece of me. “We’re not done, Aurora,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with intent. “It’s time he learns what you’ve been through.” Before I can respond, his arm hooks around my waist, and he lifts me effortlessly, my legs dangling as he carries me through the apartment, his mouth never leaving mine.