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Chapter 56: Silence ___
"Fine"
Silence ___
The air thickened again, suspense wrapping around Freya like a vise as Kael’s presence evaporated—no sound, no scent, just the void.
She stood by the stove, blindfold tight, her senses clawing through the darkness.
The chicken sizzled softly, its savory edge her lifeline, but he was gone. Her skin buzzed, anticipation twisting low in her belly, every inch of her primed for his next move.
A faint hum sliced the silence—a low, insistent vibration.
Before she could react, a wave of pleasure crashed between her thighs, the pulsing sensation pressing right against her clit, relentless and breathtaking.
"Ahhhn~!" A loud, primal moan ripped from her throat, her knees buckling as she dropped to the floor, gasping, hands scrabbling at the tiles.
The vibration thrummed through her pants, teasing her clit with wicked precision, leaving her breathless and drenched.
Her chest heaved, sweat slicking her neck as she fought to steady herself, the intensity a shock she couldn’t shake.
Kael materialized, his voice a dark purr as he crouched behind her.
"Thought I’d let you off easy?" His hands slid up her top, cupping her breasts with a bold, possessive grip, kneading the soft flesh through the thin fabric.
His fingers zeroed in on her nipples—already stiff, aching—and flicked them with slow, deliberate strokes, pinching and rolling them until she flinched.
"Nnh—!" she gasped, her voice splintering into moans, her body jerking under his touch.
She swatted at his hands, shoving them off, blind and flustered.
"Get—off me—!" she panted, but her strength wavered, pleasure fraying her edges.
He laughed, a low, smug sound, his breath hot against her neck. 𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑝𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝘮
"Not cheating—hands off your hands. You quitting already? Door’s right there—run back to your room if you want."
Freya’s jaw tightened, pride surging through the haze.
She bit her lip hard, the sting anchoring her as she dragged herself up, legs shaky but defiant. "Screw you," she muttered, voice rough with heat, turning back to the stove.
Kael’s grin widened—she felt it, a taunt hanging in the air like smoke.
He blew a warm, teasing breath into her ear, the sensation curling down her spine, making her flinch.
His hands roamed again—brushing her stomach, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles around her navel, dipping just under the waistband of her shorts before pulling back.
Then lower—grazing her inner thighs, thumbs skimming the tender skin so close to her heat she jolted, hips twitching despite herself.
"Focus, Freya," he murmured, voice dripping with mockery, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he pressed his chest against her back, letting her feel the hard line of his body.
She sucked in a breath, gripping the counter, the chicken’s scent her only tether.
He stepped it up—sliding a hand up her side, slipping under her tank to graze the bare skin beneath her breasts, his touch feather-light but deliberate, igniting shivers.
Then, bolder, he cupped her ass through her pants, squeezing firmly, his fingers dipping briefly between her cheeks before retreating, a tease that drew a choked "Mmh—!" from her throat.
Her knees trembled, sweat beading on her forehead, but she clamped her lips shut, refusing to give him more.
The chicken was close—its golden edge teased her nose, nearly done.
She could win this, she could be free with this.
Then Kael upped the ante. His hands vanished, leaving her braced for anything—until a soft, wet heat grazed her neck.
His tongue, slow and deliberate, traced a line from her earlobe to her collarbone, sucking lightly at her pulse point, teeth nipping just enough to sting.
"Kael—!" she hissed, her voice breaking, body arching involuntarily as heat pooled low.
He wasn’t done.
The vibration returned—stronger, pressed right against her clit through the fabric, a pulsing torment that made her thighs clench.
"AHhn~!" Another loud moan spilled out, her legs buckling again as she sank into a squat, gasping, hands clutching the counter’s edge.
Freya growled, hauling herself up, biting her lip bloody to stifle the pleasure. "I’m not weak," she snapped, voice trembling but fierce, her hands fumbling for the spatula.
The chicken’s scent was sharper—almost there. She could still pull this off.
Kael’s grin turned feral. His Empathetic Resonance flared, a hum buzzing through her, and his power struck—flicking her nipples with a sharp, electric pulse, a jolt that lit her up from chest to core.
"AHNN~!" A scream of a moan tore from her, loud and desperate, her body buckling as she slammed the stove off, ripping the blindfold free.
Blue eyes blazed, locking onto his smug hazel ones, her chest heaving, cheeks flushed a furious red.
He stood there, arms crossed with a vibrator held in one hand, grinning like he’d conquered her.
Her gaze snapped to the chicken—and her heart sank.
It was charcoal, burnt to a crisp, smoke curling faintly from the pan.
Disbelief choked her. "What the—?" she breathed, staring at the ruin, then back at him.
It was destroyed—but how? She’d tracked it, timed it perfectly.
"What did you do?" she demanded, voice a razor’s edge, gray eyes narrowing into a glare that promised murder.
"What?" Kael taunted, stepping closer, his grin insufferable.
"You lost—deal with it. Or you gonna say this ash pile beats my cooking?" His hazel eyes danced with victory, daring her to argue.
Freya’s face twisted, rage boiling over. Her cool, collected mask—the one she wore like armor—shattered, replaced by a storm of fury and something rawer, hotter.
"You fucking— !" she roared, shoving past him, her shoulder slamming into his chest as she stormed to her room. The door slammed shut, the bang rattling the Haven, leaving Kael alone with his triumph.
Inside, Freya collapsed onto her bed, breath jagged, her body a furnace of sensation.
The game had undone her—every nerve tingled, hypersensitive, aching where his hands, tongue, and power had played her.
The blanket brushed her bare arm, and she flinched, a shiver racing through her, her skin alive with need.
Her thighs pressed together, and she felt it—hot, slick wetness soaking her pants, her core throbbing with an intensity she couldn’t ignore.
Her hand slid down, hesitant, brushing between her legs, and a soft "Nnh—!" escaped as her fingers met the drenched heat.
She was soaked, pulsing, her body screaming for release despite her anger.
"Fucking Kael," she hissed, voice trembling, but her fingers lingered, tracing slow, needy circles as the tingling consumed her.
Her calm was gone, replaced by a restless, burning want she couldn’t outrun—and she hated him for it, almost as much as she hated losing.
