A Dangerous Kiss
The air between Lyra and Adrian felt suffocating, thick with tension that neither of them dared to break. Adrian’s gaze bore into hers, relentless and consuming, his proximity setting every nerve in her body on edge. Lyra’s wolf snarled within her, demanding she push him away, to fight back—but something else, something she couldn’t name, kept her rooted to the spot.
“You’ve been lying to me,” Adrian said again, his voice softer this time, though no less dangerous. There was no anger in it now, only an unsettling calm that sent a shiver through her. “And I don’t like being lied to, Lyra.”
Her silver eyes flared with defiance, her heart racing but her voice steady. “You don’t know anything,” she said sharply, refusing to let him see her fear.
Adrian leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from her ear. His breath was warm against her skin, each word a dagger. “Not yet,” he murmured. “But I will.”
The promise in his tone sent another shiver down her spine, the mixture of fury and something deeper igniting a spark she didn’t want to acknowledge. Her wolf growled, restless and angry, but Adrian’s presence was overwhelming, an inescapable force. When his hand brushed lightly against her arm, the simple touch felt electric, commanding.
Before she could respond, Adrian closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was a battle more than an embrace. It was fierce, consuming, a collision of passion and fury that left her breathless. Lyra froze, her mind racing as fire coursed through her veins. Every instinct screamed to shove him away, to yell at him, but her body refused to move, caught in the storm of his intensity.
Adrian’s kiss was a war of wills, and Lyra felt herself burning in its wake. Her wolf stirred, torn between anger and the undeniable pull of his presence, an unfamiliar and dangerous magnetism that threatened to undo her. When he finally pulled back, her breath came in shallow gasps, and his fangs grazed her lower lip. The sharp sting that followed was enough to jolt her senses.
Lyra gasped as Adrian bit down lightly, drawing a single bead of blood. His crimson eyes darkened, glinting with a predatory gleam as his tongue flicked over the drop on his lip. His expression was a paradox of control and chaos, his voice low and rough when he finally spoke. “Sweet,” he murmured, the word filled with dangerous satisfaction.
Shock and fury surged through Lyra as she pressed a trembling hand to her lip, glaring at him. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she hissed, her voice trembling with both anger and confusion.
Adrian’s smirk was cold, but his eyes betrayed the turmoil raging within him. “Consider it a warning,” he said, stepping back with a calculated grace. “If you or your brother cross me, I won’t hesitate to end you.”
His words cut deeper than she expected, but the pain in his tone didn’t escape her notice. There was something unspoken in his expression, a shadow of conflict that lingered even as he turned and walked away. His figure disappeared into the dim corridor, leaving Lyra alone with the sting on her lip and the chaos in her chest.
Lyra touched the tender spot where his fangs had grazed her, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions she couldn’t untangle. Anger, fear, and something else—something raw and unsettling—swirled within her, leaving her unsure of where she stood. The corridor was silent again, but the tension he left behind clung to her like a shadow she couldn’t shake.
