Chapter 115: Noon of the Moon Festival (Cillian)

Cillian

Twenty nine hours. Twenty fucking nine hours. That’s how long I’ve been schooling a neutral expression every time my cock twitches as a reaction to everything Kayleigh does. Her sweet voice, her supple skin, her delicious smell, and the fact that she’s carrying our baby --- all leave me with a raging hard on. But for the last 29 hours, I’ve been holding back and stopping my Kayleigh-obsessed self from taking over and try to act all matured and grown up.

I thought surviving a wolf-match with a fucking hybrid was the hardest thing I’d ever do. Nope. It’s willing myself not to rip the throats of every wolf blood drooling over my woman at the bonfire last night. I almost carried her back to Gio’s apartment so I can punish her with spanks on her ass and multiple orgasms until she remembers not to wear clothes that reveal too much of her body, that her body is only mine to look at and mine to feast on.

It’s been really challenging to keep myself from touching her and fucking