Chapter 5 BONDING
"Mark me as your Luna," Her wolf snarls with a breathy voice.
"Can you hear me?" Cat groans again.
"Yes, Cat."
Her palm slides to my length and she freezes,a gasp catching in her throat.
I should be easing her into this. I should wait.
"Fuck, baby." The sudden heat from her touch is a volcanic eruption.
"Stroke it, mate" My wolf demands, a low, thick growl in my mind.
Zephyra moves her hand, up and down my length. The motion is a seamless acceptance & is proof the mate bond has synced our wolves together.
Her moan increases with each stroke, making my eyes roll back.
Focus. Not yet. I need her to beminefirst.
Close to the edge, I take hold of he hands then spread her legs further apart, settling my length between them. My cock strains for entrance at her nectar hole. She claws her nails into me, and fire spreads in my head.
All restraint snaps. I twist her tongue with mine, a savage taste as I claim her lower lip with a punishing bite. She shudders against me, her body lifting up, closer to mine as whimpers escape her lips, laced with pure surrender.
I move my palm to her neck, not to soothe, but to feel the frantic proof of life beneath my thumb. Her pulse throbs—a raging, irresistible beat I need to own with my teeth.
“Mmmmmmmm.” She moans softly as I move my tongue around that tiny vein.
Colors drain from my eyes; my vision narrows to the soft pulse against my tongue. I suck again and again, feeling my lower abdomen tangle in knots of agonizing control.
"This seal is eternal, little wolf," my wolf says to hers, my teeth grazing her skin.
"You are claimed. You are mine." I growl, finally biting her pulsing vein. The metallic shock of her blood explodes on my tongue, and my wolf roars, drunk on the taste of ours.
"Yours," she groans out, her nipples taut, nails digging into my back, and her scream growing louder.
MINE.
I fondle her breast. Trailing kisses down her neck to her soft breast, I take one in my mouth as I pull the nipple of the other one, hard
"Ooo. I.. I.." The words die on her lips as my finger enters her dripping entrance. She lifts her hip up and I add another finger. Her scent and moan wrap me up, suffocating me in hunger, then she bites my arm to stifle her scream. Her body glistens with sweat against me.
“Eeevanderrr.” She cries out. Her body writhes beneath me and she clutches my waist, pulling me closer to her bare chest.
I want to tell her how perfect she is, but I can't stop dining on her breasts. So fucking perfect.
This is madness,I'm going to shatter
My wolf itches to come out, to take charge at the taste of our mate, but I want this possession as much. I add another finger. Her thrashing increases as my fingers move in and out of her.
“Oooooo godsss.” She growls, screams; the sound turns into a dizzying melody in my head.
Her eyes flash gold for a bit when I pull her nipple between my teeth, and I feel her tighten against my fingers.
Not yet. I come out of her completely & she whimpers. A soft protest and cry for more
I shuck my brief, and her legs wrap around my waist, securing me. Then she looks away.
She's shy. Damnit. I've come undone beneath her just three days ago and she's still shy.
"Look at me, Zephyra. See what you take," I growl as my cock springs out, driving into her dripping entrance at once.
"Evaaaandeeeer!" My body hover atop her as I stay completely still. The feel of her complete warmth wrapped around my length is enough to call out my wolf, even hers.
The air in the room rattles between hot and chilly. I watch her eye turn a darker shade of gold as she pulls me into a deep kiss.
"I need more," she groans, and I pull out, then slam back in at once. I pull her closer to the bed, and she arches her hip to me, taking me deeper.
The feel of her is beyond my control. The bed creaks as we move together.
Each thrust into her is an undoing.
"Shitstorm, little wolf." The objects in the room clatter to the floor as rain hails heavy outside.
She cries out, a sound half-pain, half-relief.
"You're taking me so well wife"
The tightness is a glorious agony, a fit so perfect it steals my breath. Perfectly Mine.
"Evaaaander!"
"We're finally home, baby." She nods, her hand gripping the sheet while her head thrashes against it.
"Call me yours," I demand, speeding up until the bed squeaks a frantic rhythm against the wall.
Her voice breaks, thick with tears and lust. "Mine!" She cries out, and I feel the rush build in her... I throw my head back at the rush of my own orgasm
"You're mine, Evander..." That's fucking right.
A chaotic surge of Wolf power ignites my own control.
Outside , the air splits as I spill into her with an electric shudder through me.
My whole body on fire
A blinding flash of blue-white fire lights the room through the window, followed by a roar of thunder that shakes the foundation of the house. The rain outside turns instantly violent, slamming against the glass as it thunders.
"MINE!" I rasp, shoving into her one last, shattering time, pushing both of us past the edge.
Her eyes are filled with tears. I come out of her, watching my semen, heavy and thick, spill out of her while she pulsate on the bed a few more times.
"More," My wolf snarls.
I fist my hard length, its tip curling my semen back into her.
"I—I can't take..." Her body ignites at the entrance of my cock, which disappears into her completely.
The bed slams against the wall, thunder claps outside, and I lose myself to her again. Our bodies shatter together as our screams fill the night.
"More than mate. More than Luna. You're my missing part"
Her nails rake bloody tracks down my back, her wolf howling a primal demand for this possession, this exquisite destruction and I give in
I pour myself into her again, a second, furious cascade, cementing the claim as the world outside dissolves into a frantic downpour.
My wolf screams a victory roar, a sound that shakes the windows and answers the crashing thunder.
Seconds blur into minutes. Zephyra twitches beside me while I press soft kisses to her shoulder.
Finally, her trembling subsides and her breathing steadies.
The room looks ravaged—like wolves battled here rather than made love—and the rain has gentled to a soft patter against the window.
“Come get cleaned up, Mrs. Arnauld.”
She shakes her head, inching away from me.
Laughter bubbles in my throat at her adorable retreat.
“You have practice tomorrow. I know you’ll need your legs.”
She whips around to cover my mouth, as if someone might overhear—not that I’d care.
I glance down at her knee pressing against my growing erection.
“Are you asking for more, dear wife?” She follows my gaze, then huffs as she stands.
“You’re unslakable.”
“You keep a dictionary somewhere, wife?”
She scoffs—whether at my teasing or the way I sweep her into my arms toward the bathroom.
“Lola, my master’s daughter, hated attending classes and despised when teachers looked at her like she was stupid.”
I sponge her gently, cataloging another name for my kill list. I saw how she was treated the day I rescued her, especially by Zade’s wife and children.
“Slaves weren’t allowed tutors, so I volunteered to accompany Lola and coach her on what she couldn’t remember.”
She beams, but all I feel is rage. I’m glad she received some education, but furious it was considered a privilege rather than a right.
I carry us back to the bedroom.
“Was I smart before… um… you know?”
I kiss her lips.
“Yes, baby, you were brilliant.” She turns toward me, hungry for fragments of who she was before the Zade household. I need to investigate her memory loss.
“You weren’t just smart. You trained with Ronah and your father.”
Her grin widens.
“You were also unbelievably mischievous. Your fists left bruises on everyone, and you were considered exceptionally powerful.” Her expression darkens.
“A high priestess,” she murmurs, and I pull her closer.
“Yes. Your powers were extraordinary for an eight-year-old—strong enough to earn the title of high priestess.”
She nods, longing and loss warring beneath her skin.
“Sleep. You’ll need your strength.”
She drifts off against my chest, and I refuse to acknowledge how suicidal accepting this trial might be.
