Chapter 6: Kira's POV

I feel safe but something feels…off

Before I could understand what's going on, a strong hand jerked my arm, bringing me back to my senses.

"Are you alright?" A worried voice asked.

I lifted my eyes to see him and then I froze.

Prince Dante.

But why would he ask me that?

I'm perfectly fine.

Wait.

Why are we outside?

When did we get here? When did I get outside?

I was resting a while ago.

What's going on?

Dante stared back at me like he had seen a ghost. His piercing blue eyes filled with…

But wait.

Why was he staring at me like that and where were we?

I took a shaky step back and he immediately rushed towards me and lifted me into his arms, pressing me tightly against his rock-hard chiseled chest

"Careful Kira, one wrong move and you'd fall off this cliff" he quickly spoke, his voice filled with concern and fear. His hold tightened protectively around me "Or were you planning to kill yourself?"

Wait, what did he just say?

"Cliff??" I asked confused and he used his eyes to guide my attention towards the huge cliff we were standing on

My breath hitched.

The ground beneath us sloped sharply, leading to nothing but an endless drop. A gasp of air tore from my lungs as fear crawled over my skin like a thousand spiders.

"I didn't, I mean I..." My voice faltered.

He gently stepped away from the edge of the cliff and released me from his warm embrace, but his grip was still there—firm, as if he's scared I would disappear if he let go.

And as fast as lightning, with one hand, he removed his cloak and wrapped it around me.

And there it was that scent again.

That warm, safe and sweet scent.

The scent of him.

His lips softly curved into a soft reassuring smile "It's fine Kira" he murmured calmly, fastening the cloak securely around me. “As long as you're with me you're safe."

His words settled something inside me, but I still felt unsettled. Why was I standing at the edge of a cliff?

"But what are you doing out here?" He asked, staring deep into my eyes as he absentmindedly fiddled with the cloaks button on my body.

And then out of nowhere, I felt his hand brush lightly on my cheeks as he tried to position the hood of his cloak on my head.

His touch was as light as a feather, yet leaving a trail of heat in their wake making my heart flutter.

Then, I heard it.

A whisper.

"Mmmm…" A soft, feminine sigh of excitement.

I stiffened.

The voice was too close.

I quickly tilted my head around but couldn't find anyone else within close range.

My skin prickled. "Did you hear that?" I quickly asked him, my voice barely above a whisper.

Dante barely reacted. "The wind? Yeah it's about to get really chilly" he calmly replied, glancing at the darkening sky. "We'll have to go back to camp now"

And with that he swooped me into his arms filling my nostrils with his heavenly scent making me want to purr so badly.

As we walked back to the camp, my eyes inadvertently travelled towards his chest region where his shirt was hardly doing its job as I could perfectly make out his muscles from underneath and then I reached out to touch him.

His muscles jerked and rippled, sending thunderbolts to my fingers making me retract my fingers hoping he wouldn't notice or at least feel it was an accident but he stopped dead in his tracks.

Was he going to scold me? I waited patiently for him but he said nothing instead he continued walking and I eventually slipped into darkness again

When I opened my eyes, a familiar scent wafted across my nose making me aware that I was inside his tent and on his bed but when I scanned the room I couldn't help but stare at the floor with my eyes widened.

Was I hallucinating?

What was the Lycan Prince doing on the floor when he could have the bed to himself?

Why was he being so nice to me despite not knowing anything about me?

And why was he awake staring right back at me?

"Rest Kira" he said as he gently approached me, carefully tucking me back into his furry blanket and there it was again, that scent and that impending darkness that had begun to scare me.

"Don't leave me, please don't go" I cried out gripping the blanket tightly in panic.

The last time I gave into the darkness I almost committed suicide, who knows what would happen to me again?

"Please sleep next to me" I murmured in fright as I continued fighting with the thought of closing my eyes.

I saw him hesitate just a little.

And in the next moment, he was lying beside me.

As he rested his head next to mine, I couldn't help but take in all his sweet chocolate scent, it relaxed my mind and also made my instincts go wild as I closed my eyes giving in to the darkness.

And then I heard that voice again.

"How lovely would it be for him to wedge himself between our hips and take us while planting his shaft inside us."

My eyes snapped open while my heart kept on beating as though it was going to burst out from my rib cage.

His scent filled the tent but there was no one else there.

But his scent, oh his scent.

And my hands…

Oh dear moon goddess.

What were my hands doing on his bare chest again and why?

And worse—why do I feel the sudden urge to touch him or for him to touch me?

As if he understood what I wanted or heard what I said, he tipped his head to look at me and leaned in just enough for our faces to touch.

"Are you.. Are you alright?" He quickly asked me, his voice was husky, his perfectly beautiful blue eyes stared at me making my belly stir again and my toes tingle and I swear I felt his chest muscles ripple hard again and that voice was back but this time I knew the voice was all in my head.

"Kiss him" she said and I couldn't stop myself.

I tried not to do it.

But in the end,

I knew I wanted to do that so badly.

And with my eyes tightly shut, I did.

Oh moon goddess, be my strength for the sin I'm about to commit. I said to myself as I closed the gap between our faces with my lips.