*Lena*
I would live in this mont forever.
Moonlight dripped through the living room windows, mingling with the faded amber reflection of the streetlights. Xander was shirtless, his muscles taut and glistening with sweat as he stepped away from .
This was it. I felt it in my bones. Every touch, every kiss, every uttered word felt like the last as he whispered my na against my skin. He didn’t say Lena. He said Selene, the sound of it like music as he trailed kisses down my neck and shoulder.
He knew the truth now, but I don’t think he understood my internal battle. It wasn’t like I was debating jumping headfirst into love; what I felt was true, fated love.
He’d be gone by my twenty-first birthday. That much I knew. I didn’t know where, but he’d be gone, and I’d be left to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart.
My life wasn’t my own. If what the prophecy said was true, I was the Moon Goddess reincarnate. I didn’t know what that ant for my future. And if I wasn’t sure about what it ant for , how could I be so selfish as to allow soone to tether themselves to in life, in love, and marriage?
I’d told myself long ago that I wouldn’t bear children. What kind of mother could I possibly be? An earthbound deity, changing diapers? A mother with power so great, yet so uncontrollable? It wasn’t safe. I wasn’t a safe person. I didn’t deserve that kind of life.
But I wanted it. I wanted it desperately. And as Xander knitted his hands in mine after lowering onto the carpet, I wanted it with him, and only him.
I’d have this one taste of love to hold fast to as the years ticked by. I’d shelter it, keep it tucked away, a mory for my eyes only.
I opened my legs to him and he ca to without a mont of hesitation, his length filling , his width stretching until I was full, panting and whimpering beneath him.
He chuckled under his breath as I lifted my hips to him, pleading as he brought his grinding movents to a painful, teasing slowness that left desperate.
“I plan to take my ti,” he purred, dipping his head to run his tongue along my collarbone.
I moaned his na, and he growled in response, taking one of my nipples between his teeth.
Worship, that’s what this was. He kept the tempo of his thrust slow and teasing until I was nearly delirious and begging him for release. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him close as I wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting my body off the ground so he could take deeper.
I wanted all of him. I wanted him to hurt , to claim as his once more. I dug my fingernails into his back, scratching him until his skin glead red in the light spilling through the blinds.
He kissed my neck, then my mouth, sucking on my lower lip until I finally cried out and threw my head back in ecstasy.
I didn’t realize he was holding himself back until he sheathed himself inside of with one final, violent thrust. He cried out as my muscles flexed around him, growling deep in his throat as I pulled him closer to , refusing to let go.
We lay on the ground for a mont, our bodies spent. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at , the fingers of his free hand tracing circles over my hip bone.
I reached up and tucked his hair behind his ear, running the back of my fingers along his cheek. He was still inside of , and he made no moves to separate us either. His hand moved down my thigh, wrapping around the underside of my knee, his soft touches sending ripples of electricity over my skin.
“That tickles,” I whispered, my mouth twitching into a smile.
He tickled the skin behind my knee and I writhed beneath, the motion causing his breath to hitch as he tightened his grip on my leg.
“Keep doing that, and I’ll have to take you again, right here on the floor.”
“Is that a promise?” I purred, wriggling my hips.
His cock responded before he could, hardened as he pressed deeper inside . “Lena–”
I moved my hips up and down, my breath escaping my throat in a shallow moan.
“More,” I whined, and fire flashed behind his eyes. My pitiful begging had awoken the primal side of him that I so desperately needed to see, one last ti.
He flipped over so I was straddling him, his arms outstretched and gripping the bottom of the couch as I rode him to climax after climax. There was sothing so powerful about this position. I was totally exposed to him, my breasts and stomach illuminated by the light coming through the windows, my skin glistening with sweat.
He was watching , his eyes narrowed to slits as I pushed him closer and closer to his edge. He gritted his teeth, hoarsely saying “F*ck!” as he tilted his head back, his muscles going rigid.
He was always the one in control, but not now. I slowed down, teasing him like he’d teased for nearly an hour.
“Lena,” he said sternly, opening one eye to look at .
“You don’t like being teased,” I panted, a wry grin touching the corner of my mouth.
I’d forgotten one thing about Xander. He was a wrestler, and in one swift movent I was back on my back, his arms pinning to the ground as he lowered himself over .
He didn’t enter again, however. He just looked at , an amber ring glistening around his dark irises. Primal. Animalistic. His wolf was more in control than he was in that mont.
Wait.
“Xander,” I said, fighting against his grip. “Xander, wait–”
“You’re mine,” he said, his voice steady and serious as he lowered his head to whisper against my breasts. “Mate.”
“You can’t know for sure!”
He looked up at , watching the panic flutter over my face. He softened his grip on my arms and I broke free of him, and held his face between my hands.
“I’m certain,” he said, but I shook my head, tears beginning to well in my eyes.
“Even if–”
“Even if what, Lena? I don’t want to fight this anymore. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Submit, I thought. Surrender. I didn’t have all the answers. Why waste my life on what ifs and what nows?
I exhaled, blinking back the tears.
“What if I can’t give you what you want, Xander?” I asked.
He touched his forehead to mine, exhaling deeply. “You’re the only thing I want. The only thing I’ve ever wanted–”
I kissed him before he could finish the words. It was a full, deep kiss, and quickly turned into pure, unadulterated heat that reignited the passion between us once more.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever feel the mate bond, Xander. I’ve had my powers since I was a child,” I whispered against his lips.
“Not your wolf–”
“I don’t know–”
“Lena,” he said, his voice edged with a nearly inaudible frustration. “You’re mine. I’m yours. Whatever happens next,” he breathed, kissing deeply before continuing, “this will be for us. A tether. A thread to keep us grounded to each other.”
His teeth grazed my shoulder, and I winced. He pulled away, looking over my naked body. The sight of , splayed out and glimring with sweat, sent a thrill of desire through him and he sheathed himself inside of once more, which made gasp and arch my back.
He was going to mark . I could feel it in my soul. He was looking for a spot as he moved within , his breath coming in quick, fevered pants.
Chaos took over. I felt out of body as we moved against one another, my body already spent, tired, and sore.
Whatever this was, was magic. I knew that for certain. Maybe these feelings were the early, indiscriminate signs of the mate bond after all. Mark then, I thought. Mark ; claim as your own fever, and ever.
We were wild, our fingers tearing at each other and the carpet. Any sense of reality had slipped through my fingers as he ca, and then his teeth t with the skin above my left breast. I opened my mouth, but no sound ca out. All I felt was a rush of pain, which was quickly replaced with a feeling of euphoria I didn’t have the words to describe.
He collapsed on top of , trembling and breathing heavily. I wrapped my arms around him, the two of us just a tangle of limbs on the bare carpet in the middle of the living room. My skin was throbbing where he’d left his mark, and the feeling of his body on mine was different sohow. I was calm. Utterly, totally calm.
It wasn’t until he slowly pulled away from that I saw it. I didn’t taste the blood on my lips or even rember doing it, but there it was–a half moon wound on his shoulder, partly darkened by the shadow falling over his back as he knelt on his knees over the top of .
He touched his shoulder, a fleeting smile touching his lips.
If I’d had the energy to say anything, it would have been “What now?” We’d marked each other, centing our relationship for eternity.
The thread he spoke of was already weaving itself through my ribs, tying like a knot around my heart.
Did he feel it too?
My legs shook as he helped to my feet, and I had to hold onto him as we walked to his bedroom.
He laid down in his bed, sliding in beside and holding to his chest, falling asleep before his head even hit the pillow.
Bliss. That’s the only word to describe this. The sky could cave in over the top of our heads and all would feel right in my world.
My eyes fluttered, my body relaxing into a state of numbness as the snow continued to fall, clinging to the glass that filled the final monts of my lucidity.
But I woke up again in what felt like seconds. Sunlight spilled through the window I could have sworn I was just gazing through. Night was over in a flash, replaced by day, replaced by the reality of our actions.
Reality hit hard as raised voices spilled through the gap between the floor and the door to Xander’s bedroom. I rolled over, finding his side of the bed empty and cool to the touch.
I sat up, looking around with fresh eyes in search of anything to cover my nakedness.
“When?” ca Xander’s voice from just outside the door.
“Your guess is as good as mine. Soon, from what I could tell.” Adrian’s voice was level but had a hint of uncertainty to it, maybe even... fear?
“And you spoke to him this morning?” Xander replied, and the doorknob began to turn.
I gathered the sheets over my chest as the door swung up, revealing a disheveled-looking Xander and a nervous Adrian, both of them staring right at .
There would be no good morning kiss, judging by the look on Xander’s face. He looked dead in the eyes, but I saw nothing but darkness.
“I need to take you ho now,” he said, and I bristled at the coldness in his voice.
“Xander–” Adrian began, but Xander held a hand up, cutting him off.
“Now, Lena. You need to go ho.”
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