Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

The air between us is thick with unspoken tension, heavy with the intensity of the moment. His one hand is resting gently on my waist, the other weaved between my locks of hair, holding me close to him as his eyes search mine. There’s a rawness in his gaze–an intensity that sends a thrill through my chest, all the way down to my heated core. Every time our eyes lock, it’s as if I’m being pulled into something deeper, something I can’t escape. And right now? I don’t want to.

Thane’s presence surrounds me, all–consuming in its intensity, and I know I should be cautious. But in this moment, the instinct to pull away from him feels like an impossible feat. I can feel the power that’s thrumming in his body, the way he’s leaning into me, almost as if daring me to take the next step. My heart pounds in my chest, my breath shallow, as I realize I’ve reached the point of no return.

I’ve spent so much time second–guessing myself, overthinking my every move, my every step, trying to figure out the right way to navigate not just this thing with him, but my entire life up till now. But in this moment, as I look at Thane–his intensity, the heat in his gaze, the way he makes me feel–I know this is it. This is the moment where I stop wondering about the what–ifs and start living with what’s right in front of me. Everything in me is telling me that I’m not wrong about him. There’s a strength in him, a depth that’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known, and for once, I’m not afraid. For once, I know I can’t let this slip

Fuck it, I think to myself, the words a quiet resolve in my

away.

This is happening.

Without another thought, I drop to my knees before him. My hands find the bottom of his dress shirt, my fingers slightly trembling as I pull it from his pants‘ waistband. I catch the briefest flash of his toned, golden abs beneath, and the heat in his gaze makes my pulse spike. Thane watches me intently, but there’s a softness there too–a vulnerability I wasn’t expecting. Yet it makes me feel more exposed, more connected to him than I ever have to anyone else before.

“I can’t take this tension anymore, Thane,” I whisper, my voice low and thick with desire, as want to drown in every inch of him.

look up

at him.

His presence overwhelms me, and I

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Thane’s lips twitch into a small smile, though it’s darker now, edged with something primal. desire, and his gaze never leaving mine. “I’ve been just as tortured as you.”

“Don’t

worry,

I can feel the weight of his words pressing against me. This isn’t just about our physical connection anymore; it’s something more. Something deeper that neither of us has fully acknowledged until now.

His hand gently brushes my cheek, and I lean into it instinctively, my eyes drifting closed, feeling the call of his touch. His fingers are rough, a little calloused from the life he’s ied till now, but the way he reverently strokes my skin sends a shiver down my spine. I breathe him in–the scent of his sandalwood and vanilla cologne mixing with the warmth of his skin–and the moment feels intoxicating, surreal.

Opening my eyes, I meet his gaze again, and my breath hitches as I realize just how much crave him, how much I’ve been holding back. His jaw tightens slightly, the intensity in his eyes increasing.

“Do you really want this?” His voice is low and raw, as if the words are dragging themselves from him. I can see the struggle in his eyes, the internal conflict between wanting to take control and allowing himself to let go, probably for the first time in his entire life.

I don’t answer him with my words. Instead, I slide my hands that have been resting on his thighs till now, upwards, and slowly unbuckle his black leather belt. With much steadier hands than before, I pop his pants‘ button and slowly slide the zipper down, giving him enough chance to change his mind. When I hear no objections, I peel the flaps to the sides and, for a moment, just stare at the massive bulge that’s straining towards me from behind his black boxer briefs.

Leaning forward, I press my lips to his material–covered, rod–like cock, and feel him tense beneath me, as the air thickens with his barely contained desire. His breath hitches, and I can sense the power he’s trying to keep in check.

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