Can I overcome my fears with just those words?
My thoughts snap me out of the daze, and I abruptly pull back with a lewd ‘pop' that sounds sinful. Shaking my headslowly, I stare at Tyler's face, trying to find any indication that he's lying.
But all I find is evidence of his desire for me, the color of his eyes deepening like sapphire crystal balls that amplify my own wanton need. The dark stare is another undoing as I lose myself in his eyes, feeling the unmistakable pull of the true mate bond that transcends bodily pleasures.
How can I deny something so precious in its rarity, that not many get to experience something like this? I even thought I was crazy when I blurted the words out to Tyler after the first and only time we had sex.
It was that intuition that I've been so afraid of that led me to the discovery of our true mate bond, and it's what led me back here.
Backhome.
I might get hurt after this, but I can't ignore the way he makes me feel just by looking at me, just by breathing in my direction. His hot breath fans my face, slipping into my airways with the perfect mixture of rough, old leather and potent spice, along with sweet fruitiness that's tooth-achingly sweet. It's addictive, sending the last bit of my defenses out like the breath that escapes my lips before I kiss him again.
He feeds me my next breath, my lungs filling with the tantalizing taste of his feverishly hot kisses. His hand slides from my neck down my spine before he cups my rear and pulls me closer.
Every movement is fluid as we work in tandem until I'm straddling him, as if we're working from muscle memory even though we've never been out here, in the woods, hair disheveled and littered with twigs and leaves from when we rolled down.Yet, somehow, I know exactly what to do, as if heeding silent commands from the dance of his tongue in my mouth.
He breaks the kiss to catch his breath, leaving me pouting from the loss of the kiss and his breath that had become mine for the moment. I grab fistfuls of his shirt, spurred on by my inner wolf's reckless desire to feel his skin on mine.
He stops me by clutching my wrists, staring at me as his eyes soften as if he suddenly changed his mind. My brows furrow as I take a deep breath, a flicker of doubt rippling through my heart.
“We don't have to do this,” Tyler says, his voice a gentle whisper that should be received as tenderness. But as I bat my eyelids and stare at him in disbelief, suspecting that he's about to repeat history, I don't take his words as reassurance.
“That's not what I meant,” he whispers as if he read my mind, and he’s replying to a question I didn't ask. He sees it in my eyes—my hesitation. He cradles my face with both hands, staring deeply into my eyes. “I don't want you to do anything you'll regret.”
“You and I both know that we'll regretnotdoing this,” I boldly declare, barely grasping where all of this is coming from.
Perhaps it's because he's the alpha, and I'm his true mate, that I've suddenly become courageous enough to vocalize what we're both thinking, what we're bothfeelingright now. Tyler's eyes become darker, hungrier, a predatory growl bubbling in his throat that he releases as a sigh of surrender as he reclaims my lips.
Our kisses are sloppy and hungry, his lips and tongue greedily devouring my mouth as he rips off his shirt between us. My T-shirt comes next, my breasts spilling out when he expertly unclips my bra hook.
I sigh in utter relief when our chests touch, skin to skin, the heat of his body enveloping me with the promise of what's to come when our bodies become one again. Reuniting with him in the primal act reignites a spark within me that I thought I'd buried.
It rushes forward now, fueling every kiss and action needed to become fully undressed. Somehow, we're about to remove everything while he's sitting against the tree, and I'm straddling him.
We pause our feverish kisses to take in the moment, our eyes meeting while his cock throbs between my thighs, where it meets my moist folds. My walls clench around nothing but anticipation, my chest heaving so rapidly that it pushes out my breasts that beg for Tyler's attention.
His eyes drop to the mounds, and he sucks in a breath, appreciating one swollen nipple with a pinch between his thumb and forefinger. He rolls it between his fingers, sending lightning bolts of sensation to my core.
When he cups my breast with one hand that's large enough to cover the voluptuous mound, he presses a chaste kiss on my lips.
“You're so beautiful, Arianna…” he purrs sweetly, and the praise tugs on my heartstrings.
A fleeting frown passes my brows as I recall his past rejection, not with pain or anger, but with realization.
He's always been the sweet Tyler I frequently used to meet at the graveyard. Whoever he became that night after we had sex, just wasn't him.
Something possessed him to act out of turn, but it doesn't change who he truly is at heart.
Maybe I was wrong.
That's why I could never regret this, and take the initiative of wrapping my hands around his thick shaft, sliding up to the bulbous crown where a glistening bead of precum leaks from the tip. Gathering it with the pad of my thumb, I smooth the slick around the head of his cock, his tummy caving in when he shudders and lets out an anguished breath.
“Oh, my Goddess…” Tyler groans, his face contorting with the amount of torture I'm putting him through. He grabs my wrist, stopping me from rubbing his cock, staring into my eyes. “What are you doing to me, Arianna…?”
I giggle lightly as I sneak my hand from his grip, wanting to pay back all the suffering I've been put through ever since I arrived. I lift my fingers to my mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum before spilling out a copious amount of saliva from my lips to moisten the tips. I smirk as I replace my hand on his cock, defying the plea in his eyes that begs me to stop. The delicate, calculated motions of my fingers around the tip of his cock cause his body to shudder again as he throws his head back, a guttural moan escaping his delicious lips. The shaft swells with more hot blood, the veins straining and throbbing against the velvety flesh, pulling taut.
I slide my free hand through the dark brown curls at the top of his head, curling my fingers between the messy locks and giving a gentle tug to pull his face toward me. Our lips meet when Tyler's eyes sink into my soul, and this time, his hand slides between my thighs.
