Chapter 49

Killian’s POV

It was enough. I told myself it was enough. Liana was already weak, tired, unconscious after everything I did to her. Her body had taken everything I gave, every rough thrust, every command, every ounce of obsession I poured into her. She was sleeping soundly, finally, after crying and clinging to me and falling apart beneath me. And still, I wasn’t satisfied. Not even close.

I needed her badly. My body didn’t give a damn if she was asleep. My cock was still hard, pulsing, aching like it was going to explode. The image of her with Alpha Darion kept flashing in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more rage twisted in my chest like a blade. Darion. That bastard. My most hated enemy.

He wasn’t just a threat to my campaign, he was a threat to her. And she didn’t see it. Or maybe she did. Maybe she liked the attention. The way he looked at her. The way she almost kissed him. Like she forgot who the fuck she belonged to.

Fuck. Fuck!