CHAPTER 106 : TEMPTATION MADE FLESH

A low chuckle rumbled from Bryan's chest, his shoulders shaking slightly as he reached the bathroom. "This woman…" he muttered to himself, shaking his head with a smirk. 

"Easy to compliment, huh? I'll show her who's easy," he murmured under his breath, grabbing a clean towel.

In the bathroom, he found a small towel as expected, wet it with warm water, and then wrung it out before taking a moment to clean himself. 

Once he was done, he leaned over the sink, the warm water running over his hands as he rinsed the towel thoroughly.

Satisfied, Bryan wrung out the towel one last time and turned off the tap, glancing at himself briefly in the mirror.

"That will do," he muttered to himself before heading back to the room where Kira waited.

As Bryan stepped back into the room, his powerful stride brought him closer to Kira, who could not help but stare.

Her eyes roamed over his bare, muscular frame, lingering on the hard ridges of his abs and the broad, powerful curve of his shoulders. Kira had always known that her mates were hot, but damn, he was temptation made flesh, dangerously perfect and impossible to look away from. 

And if all those were not enough to make her mouth water, her gaze fell to his manhood. Immediately she gulped.

 

"My eyes are up here," Bryan teased, smirking knowingly, as he had caught her lingering stare.

"Hm?" Kira questioned, acting oblivious to what Bryan had said. Meanwhile, her cheeks had already started burning as her eyes darted up to meet his.

"I-I I- wasn't—" she stammered, quickly looking away and clutching the sheets tighter around her.

"Oh," Bryan chuckled, stepping closer to the bed. "You weren't, huh? Sure," he said, his tone playful and teasing as he tried to stifle a laugh. "I believe you."

Kira, noticing the sarcasm, ignored him, not wanting to say anything that might jeopardize her composure.

"Shy and ignoring me now, are you?" he asked when he sat on the edge of the bed, and she had not said anything yet.

With the towel in his hand and his smirk widening as he noticed Kira's flushed cheeks, he moved closer to her. 

"Who is this shy person that has taken over my mate? Give her back." He said dramatically, his eyes sparkling with amusement and his lips twitching with suppressed laughter.

Kira still paid him no mind, refusing to answer. Instead, she buried her face in the crook of her arm, her blush deepening. She also wanted to laugh but forced herself not to. She would rather not give him any satisfaction.

Unknown to her, she was already giving Bryan enough satisfaction, evident from the way he tilted his head, clearly enjoying her reaction.

"What happened to all that confidence, naughty little Omega?" he teased further. "Naughty girls don't blush," he said, teasing her some more before leaning in to plant a quick kiss on her cheek.

Kira gasped softly, surprised at the sudden affection. She was too focused on not giving him any satisfaction, that she had not even noticed how close he was.

She turned to look at him, wanting to say something but stopped herself, seeing that he was already focused on something else. 

Something else that still had to do with her.

Bryan carefully lifted the sheets, exposing her thighs, as he started using the warm towel to clean her up. He did it gently, his touch firm yet tender; his attention focused as he wiped her clean.

Kira smiled while she watched him, but shivered lightly later on when the warm towel brushed against her inner thighs.

She tried to distract herself from the sensation she was feeling, his touch maddeningly calm, almost too focused but doing things to her. 

Kira's breath hitched when he reached her most sensitive areas, and she instinctively cleared her throat, trying to control herself.

"What is wrong with me?" She asked herself inwardly. "Why can't I control myself, oh Goddess…this man."

"Something wrong, love?" Bryan asked, glancing up at her; one brow raised, and his voice smooth.

"No-no," Kira muttered, quickly looking away as she was unable to meet his eyes. Her voice was barely audible, and she felt like if she looked into those eyes…

She shook her head immediately, not wanting to think further. She was definitely not in control of her body.

"Relax, I can smell how horny you are," Bryan said, chuckling softly, but didn't press further.

"Bryan," Kira groaned, her eyes widening, embarrassed by the truth in his teasing. "You… that's so embarrassing," she muttered, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.

"I suppose it's okay for you to be shy, you naughty confused mate," he said to her, his chuckle deepening. "One minute you are... the next you are…" He said, not completing the words of each sentence, knowing that she understood what he meant.

"I can be both," Kira retorted, her cheeks still flushed. 

"Mhm," was Bryan's response, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lip as he was finally done with cleaning her up.

With a teasing grin, he took her by surprise again, leaning down and planting a quick, soft kiss on her lips.

"What a sly thief!" Kira blurted, smiling widely. 

No matter how she tried to suppress her smile—bending her lips, twisting them left and right, twitching them, pursing them, and all—it refused to be suppressed.

And by the time she blurted those words out, Bryan had already pulled away and was now standing up from the bed.

"You don't have to be embarrassed with me, love," Bryan said, "But I do enjoy it all." Then, he paused for a moment before walking back to the bathroom.

Kira watched as his naked form disappeared again, clearly hearing him laugh. 

"This is crazy," she murmured to herself while reaching for a pillow and hugging it to herself, unable to wipe the grin off her face. 

"And for goodness' sake, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON BEFORE I LOSE ALL SELF-CONTROL!" she shouted, laughing.