My lips popped as I released him, his chest heaving as I looked up into his eyes. The moonlit orbs glowed brighter as he stared down at me. His hand pulled back on my hair, forcing my body down to the ground beneath him as his thighs pushed between my own.
“Ayden,” I gasped at the feel of his pulsing cock against my center.
He ground himself along my slit, his head grazing over my clit and making my back arch into him more from the teasing sensation.
He leaned closer to me, his lips inches from mine. I tried to move closer to claim them, my body bucking up into him in search of more of the promised pleasure. His hand tightened in my hair to hold me just out of reach of his lips. His other hand pressed between us, his fingers teasing just out of reach of my clit as he thrusted his cock along the folds of my center once more.
I could feel the tingles, though not as much as I craved. I moaned for him to give me more, nearly begged for him to give me what I had given him already. Instead, his tongue licked along the corner of my lips, his cock teasing at my entrance before slipping back through the wet folds towards my clit.
“Please,” I gasped to him, my body feeling as if it might explode at any moment.
“Please what?” he asked. “What do you want, Sasha?”
“I want what I gave you,” I demanded.
“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” His lips moved to my ear, nibbling at my lobe as I gasped at the feel of his breath against my skin. “You teased me, didn’t you? Stopped just before I was going to explode. How short has your fuse become, Sasha? How crazy am I really making you now? Are you sure it’s even half of the crazy you make me? Just by walking by? The way your scent drives me mad with need?” He buried his nose into my hair, his cock sliding closer to where I wanted him before pulling back as I thrusted my own hips forward.
“Tell me how crazy I make you,” Ayden whispered to me.
I bit my lip as his teeth grazed just over my neck, my wolf howling so much that I couldn’t hear myself think. Nothing made sense. No words, no movement of my body. Everything felt as if it were going completely haywire at that moment.
“What are you feeling now?” His voice came again.
“I don’t know,” I gasped, my hands at his back, nails digging into his skin as I arched up. “I can’t think. Please, Ayden. Please, I need you.”
I felt his lips curl into a smile at my words, my mind uncertain of what that meant. Not until his hands moved to my legs, my knees thrown over his shoulders just before he thrusted inside me.
I cried out, my head pressed into the ground as I looked up into the sky, a sense of victory washing over me. My body moved in perfect synchrony to his thrusts as I held onto his neck.
I could feel his wolf reaching out to mine through the newly established connection. The bond strengthening between us with each thrust and moan between us.
His thoughts and feelings began to fill my mind, and I realized that they were much like my own. It was always said by the teachers at school that we were a perfect match. A match that was once thought to be that of rivals and later as enemies.
Now, in this moment, it was all too clear.
We had always been made for each other. The future was still so unclear to either of us as to whether this bond would work, but at least for now, neither could deny that we were, in fact, a perfect match.
Chapter Thirteen
Ayden
Herbodypressedwarmlyto my own, chasing away the cool night breeze.
Never in all my wildest dreams, not even in my deepest fantasies, could I have ever thought it would feel like this. So complete. The world faded away at last.
I hadn’t marked her, much to my wolf’s dislike.
As right as it all had felt in the moment. Even now, with her sleeping soundly in my arms, I couldn’t shake the doubts that we both had felt.
Perhaps I would have marked her if the doubts had only been from me. I could have gotten over my uncertainty about the bond between us. Especially with how right she felt in my arms. But as I felt those same doubts and uncertainty for our future through her end of the bond, I knew that I couldn’t do that to her.
To mark her would be to mark her for life. No other man would be able to touch her. She would be bound to me for all eternity and have no other choice so long as we both lived.
‘As it should be,’my wolf grumbled.
‘And if she were to become unhappy? If she were to want to leave us?’I questioned him.‘Would you want her to live such a miserable life?’
I could feel the conflict in my wolf as he drifted to the back of my mind. As my mind quieted, my thumb traced over Sasha’s shoulder, her head nestled just beneath my chin on my chest.