67 Pour And Reflection 2
67 Pain And Reflection 2
Mara
I didn’t say anything. I just sat there, shaking, wondering if I had let my fear turn me into someone I didn’t recognize.
“You mean everything to me,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “Saving her life and the baby’s-it didn’t change how I feel about you. You’re the one who’s stood by me, who understands me. Not Tina. Not my father. You, Mara. Please… let me
come to you.”
The guilt hit me like a punch. I’d panicked. Run. I didn’t wait for answers. I let old fears twist what I saw into something worse. And now… now he was hurting because of it.
“I’m at the Florence Hotel,” I whispered. “Room 101. Second floor. It’s under Tina Rain’s name.”
He didn’t say anything else. He just hung up.
I dropped the phone and started to cry again, harder this time.
Because I felt stupid.
Because I let my insecurities run wild and punish the one person who had been trying.
Because deep down, I’d always feared Tina still had a hold on him-and now, he knew it too.
How was I supposed to face him after this?
Thirty minutes later, there was a knock at the door.
I hesitated for a second, heart pounding, then opened it.
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Lucian stood there, still in the same clothes he wore when he rushed Tina to the hospital. His face was pale. His eyes were red. Even though he was trying to stay composed, I could see it-he was unraveling.
“Mara,” he breathed.
That one word cracked something inside me. I stepped forward and folded into him, burying my face in his chest. The tears came instantly-hot, bitter, full of guilt. My arms clung to him like I was afraid he’d vanish if I let go.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered into his shirt, voice shaking. “I thought… I just-”
“I know,” he said softly, stroking my back. “I should’ve asked you to come with me. I panicked. You weren’t dressed, and every second felt like life or death. But I should’ve thought of you too.”
He pulled me back gently so he could see my face.
“I should’ve come home the moment I knew she was going to be okay. But I stayed. I wanted to be sure-for the baby’s
sake. I didn’t realize what it would do to you. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Mara. I’m sorry.”
He cupped my cheek, brushing away the tears with his thumb.
“Your eyes are puffy,” he murmured. “You shouldn’t cry until they swell. It hurts me to see you like this.”
I nodded, trying to smile, but it faltered under the weight of everything between us.
“Shall we go home?” he asked gently.
Again, I nodded.
The walk through the halls of the Nighthorn mansion was quiet. Heavy. I kept my eyes low, relieved that no one but Austin
seemed to know I’d left.
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If Martha found out, she’d mock me for weeks. And I didn’t even want to imagine Alpha Vander’s reaction.
We reached our room, and everything was just as I left it. Unmoved. Untouched.
“You didn’t come back here,” I said.
“No,” he replied. “I couldn’t.”
“How did you even know I left?”
He smiled slightly.
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“Austin was waiting for me at the door. He told me. I didn’t want to waste time searching the mansion for my phone, so I
used his to call the hospital. They gave me your mother’s number and said she was still on shift. I called, asked to speak
to you.”
“What did you tell her?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He laughed softly. “I said you went shopping and mentioned you’d visit her. I told her I lost my phone and just wanted to
check in.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, even through the emotional hangover. That was quick thinking.
Lucian disappeared into the shower, and fifteen minutes later, he stepped out in a towel, scanning the room like he expected me to be gone. I guess my actions had scarred him.
“I’m still here,” I said gently.
He smiled-relieved, exhausted. He crawled into bed next to me, and I curled into him, feeling his warmth, his heartbeat,
his breath slow and steady beside mine.
We didn’t say anything else.
We didn’t need to.
Sleep found us both.
I woke up feeling strange.
My mouth was dry, my body overheated, and a slow, relentless burn simmered between my legs. It wasn’t just arousal-it
was deeper, hungrier, raw. My skin prickled, my insides clenched like they were trying to pull something in. The ache was
maddening.
I stumbled into the shower and cranked the cold water on full blast.
It hit me like ice, shocking my system, but the relief was temporary.
My body was still pulsing, trembling, needing. My thighs rubbed together with every movement, desperate for pressure.
My p***y clenched hard-uncontrollably. I dropped to the shower floor, panting, writhing, dizzy from the heat inside me.
I knew what this was.
It was my heat.
And it was tearing through my body like wildfire.
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I bit my lip, trying not to cry out. Touching myself wouldn’t help-not this time. My body didn’t want just release. It wanted
him. It needed Lucian.
I grabbed the nearest towel-his towel-and buried my face in it, inhaling his scent like it could ground me. It helped, barely. But the ache only grew sharper. My skin burned, and the pressure low in my belly pulsed in waves. I couldn’t take it much longer.
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Lucian, I croaked, my throat painfully dry.
I tried to stand, my limbs shaky and unsteady, my patience unraveling with every second. The need was unbearable. Reason was slipping through my fingers like water.
Then I heard it-his voice, low and calm in front of me.
“Mara.”
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I looked up, and there he was in the doorway, eyes glowing with that unmistakable yellow flash. He smelled it. Felt it.
“You’re in heat,” he said, smiling faintly.
I wanted to scream. What the hell was he smiling about?
Before I could curse him or beg him or throw something, he crossed the room, scooping me off the shower floor like I
weighed nothing.
His arms were strong and warm, and I clung to him without shame. I didn’t care how I looked. I just needed him.
He laid me down on the bed with a gentleness that contrasted the fire raging inside me. His hands moved to part my
thighs, his gaze dark and hungry.
“This will last five days,” he said softly, his voice laced with anticipation. “Five days of f*****g, Mara. No one else touches you, no one else even comes close. If I don’t take care of you now, they’ll try. And I don’t plan to fight anyone.”
He leaned down, lips brushing against mine.
“I want to save my strength to enjoy you.”
And then, without another word, he thrust into me-deep, hard, perfect.
And in that moment, nothing else mattered.
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