Claimed by My Bully Alpha Chapter 339

Caleb’s P.O.V

Aurora turned then, but not before I saw the flush on her cheeks, carefully placing the flowers from earlier into the glass vase. She adjusted them — not too symmetrical, just the way she liked — and I stood there watching her, wondering how someone could take over your space and make it feel more like home than it ever had before.

When she was done, she walked over to me with that same quiet intention that always left me breathless. Her hands found my chest, soft and certain, and she leaned in without a word. The kiss was slow, lingering, the kind that makes time melt away. I closed my eyes, sinking into it, the rest of the world fading into nothing. Her lips moved against mine like a promise, like a memory I’d never want to forget.

When we finally pulled back, I rested my forehead against hers, smiling despite the way my heart was suddenly thudding like crazy in my chest. “Not that I’m complaining,” I whispered, my hands finding her waist, “but this isn’t like you. You’re usually the one who gets all shy when I so much as breathe near your neck. What brought this on?”

She looked at me, really looked, and for a second, the grin faded into something more vulnerable. More raw. Her hands stayed on my chest as she spoke, her voice soft and full of something I couldn’t quite name.

“I missed you,” she said simply. “It just… hit me all of a sudden. How much I wanted to be with you. Not just around you, Caleb. With you. I know I said that we should postpone moving in until I’m ready, but not waking up next to you makes me anxious. And I didn’t want to waste a second of it.”

My heart clenched — not painfully, but in that way where love feels almost too big for your chest. I pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, letting my chin rest there as I held her.

“You have no idea how much I needed to hear that,” I breathed. And I meant that, too.

Because there are moments — quiet, fleeting moments — where someone shows you their heart without saying too much. And this? This was Aurora handing me hers, wrapped in worn fabric and the scent of flowers and a kiss that said everything words couldn’t.

She looked up at me then, and for a moment, the room fell silent. Just the two of us, the air thick with something unsaid and charged. Her eyes met mine—calm but unreadable. And then, without saying a single word, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

My breath caught.

I wasn’t prepared—God, I wasn’t prepared. My heart skipped a beat and then started thundering in my chest as my eyes involuntarily flicked down and then back up again. She was standing there in just her shorts, skin flushed in the dim light, her expression unfazed, sure of herself in a way that sent a jolt straight through me. I gulped, unable to hide it, my throat suddenly dry like I’d been wandering the desert for days.

"Aurora…” I breathed, every muscle in my body stiffening, fighting the chaos she just dropped into my world.

She stepped toward me, slow and deliberate. And when she reached me, her arms slid around my neck, fingers lightly treading into the hair at the nape of it. Her skin was warm against mine, and her scent—something like lavender and the first rain—wrapped around me, too. I could barely think straight.

“I mean it,” she whispered, so close I felt her words against my lips. Her eyes held mine, and for once, she wasn’t hiding. There was no bluff. No pretending. “Whatever you think I mean... you’re right.”

And then she kissed me.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t soft either. It was like a storm—wild and consuming, like she had waited too long and couldn’t bear another second of hesitation. I felt her lips press into mine with an urgency that made my hands find her waist instinctively, grounding myself in her as the rest of me completely unraveled. I kissed her back, harder than I probably should have, but it was like I’d been holding this part of me back for so damn long, and now—now there was no going back. Not after that. Not after her.

She pulled back just enough to breathe, eyes locked onto mine again, and I could see it—all of it—in her gaze. The truth. The risk. The vulnerability. And God, the fire.

“Are you still gonna back way, Caleb?” she asked, a small, daring smirk tugging at her lips.

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me, my forehead dropping to hers as I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. “No,” I murmured. “I’d never back away from you. Ever.”