Chapter 23: Mated

CLARA

Another moan escaped as my hands fumbled to find the button of his jeans.

I finally found it and popped it open with one hand just as he lifted me enough to slip his hand behind my back.

He undid my bra and ripped it away from my body with his teeth.

“Touch me,” I breathed.

Elias’s large hand enveloped my left breast and squeezed.

My back arched slightly, pressing my pelvis into his. He was full and hard, pulsing against the restricting prison of his jeans.

I slipped my hand into his waistband and slid the jeans down around his knees, allowing me a better look at his throbbing cock with only his boxers in the way. I caressed the shape of him and felt him react to my touch, only making me wetter.

“I need you to touch me more,” I panted.

Elias wasted no time stripping me of my pants and underwear.

He ran his thumb along the edge of my pussy, making my whole body clench with need.

In return, I pulled his boxers down to join his jeans, and for a moment, I just enjoyed the sight of his fully erect cock.

It bounced and trembled in anticipation, the veins bulging beneath the skin. I ran my finger along the underside from base to tip, and Elias moaned as he leaned into my hand.

“Put your hands on me,” he ordered.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and squeezed it gently, watching in amazement as his eyes began to glow.

“Yes, that’s right. That’s earned you a little more.”

His fingers dipped inside of me as his thumb started caressing my clit. My thoughts turned into pleasure static, and I bucked my hips.

I slowly rubbed his cock in response, pulling moans of pleasure from deep in his chest.

He slid his free hand beneath my back and lifted my torso so his teeth could sink into my collarbone. I let out a soft cry of surprise and bit his shoulder in return.

As I increased my speed, I sucked on his shoulder until I left a bright red mark on his skin.

He ran his fingers in and out of me until my pussy begged to feel his cock pulsing inside of it.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, and I nodded. “Good. Lower your walls and let me in.”

I was momentarily confused, but then Elias reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. He ripped open the packet with his teeth and slid it onto his begging cock.

I opened my legs, and he glided inside of me, filling me to capacity.

I let out a scream of pleasure as I felt him thrusting inside of me.

“Come on, Clara. Let me in,” he repeated. “If you trust me, open the connection and ~let me in.~”

Like a knock at the door, I felt what seemed like whispering in the back of my mind again. I concentrated on it as best I could with my pussy howling in pleasure, and suddenly something burst in my mind.

A wave of emotions foreign to my own began vibrating in every cell of my body.

“That’s right. That’s my girl,” Elias whispered, thrusting again as I tightened around him. “Can you feel that? Those overwhelming emotions? That is what I have felt from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I could feel his pleasure growing with every thrust, which only served to heighten my own. This connection between us added an entirely new dimension to sex.

“You’re getting close. I can feel it,” he murmured.

Breathlessly, I nodded. I felt him getting close too.

“That’s good. Hold out for me, baby, okay? I want to make sure we finish at the same time. And I’ll hold out for you too. We’ll know when the moment is right.”

He began thrusting more vigorously, and I bit his shoulder to stifle the screams of pleasure that ripped from my throat. I’d never felt anything this intense before.

“Elias, I can’t wait much longer,” I panted, desperate to cum.

I could feel his desperation growing as well, and his breath became ragged. Everything inside me rose in an out-of-control crescendo until I couldn’t hold on for one more second.

The orgasm ripped through me violently. My eyes rolled back in my head as wave after wave of the most intense pleasure I’d ever experienced pushed me under and stole my breath.

I felt his release fill the condom, and his thrusting slowed, bringing me slowly down as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me.

“Good girl. Very good girl,” Elias crooned, running his fingers through my hair and kissing my neck and chest with his cock still inside me. “You took that like you’d been starving, my precious girl. Did it feel good?”

I could only nod, my muscles trembling.

Elias tenderly brushed the places he’d left love marks on my chest and collar, withdrew, and picked me up in his strong arms.

“Let’s get cleaned up, yes? A nice shower to clean up, then I’ll take you to see the surprise.”

Elias carried me into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and together we got in.

I enjoyed exploring every inch of his body with the bar of soap—dirty or not—and he returned the favor.

Neither of us said a word. We allowed the open connection between us to do the talking.

Once we were clean and dry, we got dressed and stepped out into the cold, fading light.

I pulled my coat closer around my body and amused myself by stepping in Elias’s footprints in the snow.

We entered the woods from the usual place, and this time I felt like I was beginning to recognize a few landmarks.

Elias gently held my hand as he led me through the woods, and more than once I caught him looking at me when he thought I couldn’t see him.

I can’t lie—I was giving him the same kinds of looks. I longed to feel his body against mine again. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and down his abs.

Hell, I wanted him to pin me against a tree and pull all of the air from my lungs.

We passed through the clearing with the large rock, and I imagined him kneeling over me as he pressed my back into the stone.

We followed the stream into the meadow, and I pictured rolling around together in the grass in the summertime.

And then we continued beyond anywhere we’d been before.

I held on tightly to Elias’s hand to avoid getting lost in the dark, and to feel his warmth on my fingers.

He brought me to a cave on a small mountainside and looked back at me again, the longing obvious in his eyes—and his pants.

Score, right? I sure thought so.

“This cave is where alphas and their lunas traditionally spent the first month of their new mating. The tradition stopped when our pack split, but the walls still bear a history of our people.”

“Neat! So it’s like…the honeymoon suite, but for werewolves?”

Elias’s lip twitched upward for a moment and he nodded. “Yes. And as soon as we reunite our pack and unlock your wolf, I’m restarting the tradition. Our pups will be conceived here, just like our fathers.”

“I don’t think I can even ~have~ children,” I replied, my heart suddenly heavy with the topic I’d avoided for years. “Grant and I never had children, and not for lack of trying. Younger me thought maybe he’d straighten back up if he became a father.”

Elias wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me in close. “Perhaps Fate was saving your children for me. Or perhaps that idiot of an ex of yours was shooting blanks.”

He stared deep into my eyes, and I found myself lost in those twin pools of golden honey.

“Whatever the case may be, you are going to be my luna. And I will treat you to every benefit that comes with the position.”

The words sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine. Or maybe that was his fingers tracing my vertebrae one at a time with the gentlest caress.

“We’ll see about that. I haven’t fully agreed to anything yet, mister.”

His other hand lifted my chin delicately, and his gaze intensified. He leaned forward and backed me against the face of the mountain. I didn’t resist his moves as my world became dominated by the scent of pine and Elias’s heat.

He moved so slowly, eyes never leaving mine as our lips grew closer and closer together. When barely a hair could fit between us, he paused, leaving me breathless with the desire for him to kiss me.

I was on the verge of closing the gap myself when a stick cracked somewhere nearby, making us both whip around to find the source.

“Alpha Xavier isn’t going to be happy about this, Alpha Elias,” came Marius’s voice from the dark.

He stepped out of the shadows and transformed, his black fur rippling into existence and shining in the moonlight.

“You know the girl belongs to the Graveridge Pack.”