Chapter 4
· Aubrey ·
Before I can respond, his lips capture mine in a searing kiss. Electricity courses through my body, igniting every nerve ending. I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as the kiss deepens.
Soren’s kiss is like a drug; I can feel my breathing quickening as his tongue delves deeper into my mouth. His hands wander lower, tracing the curves of my waist and hip. He pulls me closer, our bodies flush against each other, and I can feel his erection pressing against me.
His taste explodes on my tongue, bitter nectar mixed with mint and the faint essence of alcohol.
His scent fills my nostrils: a heady blend of sweat, leather and something uniquely Soren.
The sound of his lips smacking against mine echoes around us, drowning out the trickling sounds of water from the small pond behind me.
One of his hands finds its way to my breast, gently squeezing as he nips at my bottom lip, demanding more from me.
I moan into his mouth, unable to resist him any longer. My body betrays me as it arches into his touch, begging for more attention.
Soren grips my hips, dragging me higher until my legs are wrapped around his waist. A second later we are falling toward the musky scented earth, and my gasp is unwarranted as he catches us at the last second, pulling me to straddle his lap.
He groans as my claws slip out digging into his shoulders.
Soren hands are everywhere, holding me impossibly close, his hand squeezes my breast, his thumb brushing over a rosy-tipped nipple.
The cool air hits the sensitive flesh, but it’s replaced by intense heat when he takes it between his lips.
He sucks softly at first then harder, rolling it with his tongue as he thrusts his hips against me in rhythm with the motion.
“Yeah,” he groans against my skin. “You like that?”
I nod frantically, unable to form coherent words as he continues to tease and tantalize every inch of exposed skin on my chest. His other hand roams downward to explore the curve of my back and the swell of my rear.
His fingers dance over my skin, tracing patterns that leave me gasping and squirming in his lap.
The intensity of his touch, along with the feverish desire mounting between us, is overwhelming.
He lifts his head from my breast, his piercing eyes capturing mine in a heated gaze. His expression is fierce, yet tender, mirroring the wild passion that radiates from him. He cups my face with one hand, thumb stroking along my cheekbone as he studies me.
I feel a blush creep up my cheeks and I look away shyly not able to withstand his intense stare. He chuckles slightly and tugs on a strand of my hair gently bringing me to meet his gaze once more.
“Look at me,” he whispers huskily.
Reluctantly, I follow his command. As our eyes lock, Soren captures my mouth in another searing kiss, his hands slipping to my ass as he rocks me against his hard cock.
He moves beneath me, his movements causing friction where our bodies are touching. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips as the heady sensation intensifies.
His eyes drop, heated and predatory as they take in the sight. “You’re beautiful,” he rasps out, leaning down again to capture a nipple between his lips, sucking hard enough to make me gasp.
“All of you,” he murmurs against my skin, shifting his attention to the other breast with equal fervor. I buck against him at the contact, eliciting a groan from the Lycan King.
Without warning, he flips us over, leaving me lying on the cool ground with him towering above me. The sight of him takes my breath away--the intensity in those bright eyes enough to make my heart stutter in anticipation.
“Soren…” I breathe out his name like a prayer as his hands explore lower regions of my body. An intense sensation surges through me--a need that only this man can fulfill.
“Say it again,” he commands, his dark blue eyes boring into mine, his fingers at play eliciting a moan from my lips as he trails his fingertips between my legs which open more for him.
He bends down to claim my mouth with his once again, silencing my worries and distracting me as he forces two fingers inside me.
Soren pulls his lips from mine and I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he trails kisses down my body, his fingers sliding out of me, his hands roughly gripping my hips.
With a growl, he spreads my legs wide, before pushing his shoulders between them.
His tongue darts out, teasing my clit before diving in and lapping at me.
I moan, arching my back and grinding against his face. He is relentless, devouring me with every flick of his tongue.
“Come for me, baby, I wanna taste you,” he demands, his voice hoarse with lust and I feel myself building toward an explosive orgasm, my body trembling with anticipation. He sucks on my clit, hard and fast, sending me over the edge. I scream his name as I come, my body convulsing with pleasure.
His fingers dig into my hips as he consumes me, drawing out the pleasure until, finally, I collapse beneath him, spent. Each breath falls heavy on my ears as he pulls away and shifts back to hover over me.
“Soren,” I whisper again, delighting in the way his eyes flash at the sound of his name. His gaze softens, and he bends to press a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling back slightly.
His eyes are bright with something more than desire—something raw and undefined that leaves me breathless all over again.
“Are you certain, Bree?” His voice is a tender murmur, husky with desire yet underlined by concern. The intensity of his gaze, those piercing blue eyes now filled with a sense of urgency, captivate me.
My desire is mirrored there. And I realize I’m more than willing to give it to him. To give myself fully to him.
“Yes,” I reply, swallowing down the lump in my throat and meeting his gaze with a determined one of my own.
He’s slow as he aligns himself with my entrance, teasing me with the head of his shaft. His eyes never leave mine as he pushes in gently, his hand firmly framing my face. I gasp at the feeling of being stretched and filled, the sharp sting momentarily making me flinch.
“Sshh…” He soothes, pressing his lips against my forehead tenderly. “Just breathe.” His voice is soft, gentle in its command, his gaze holding mine captive as he slowly eases himself further into me.
I bite my lip and take a deep breath, willing myself to relax beneath him.
Gradually, the discomfort fades away to be replaced with an overwhelming sense of rightness.
A single tear escapes from the corner of my eye at the realization that there is no turning back now.
Grateful that I never wasted this on Rhett.
Seeing this, he kisses it away gently before claiming my mouth with his, swallowing up any stray whimpers that might escape. He pulls back slightly only to thrust back in again, more forcefully this time.
His strokes are slow at first, each one carefully measured and deliberate. As the discomfort is replaced by a growing pleasure, Soren picks up speed.
“Soren,” I whisper as I hold on to him tighter, clawing at his shoulders as pleasure overtakes every fiber of my being.
With every thrust, every grunt he lets out, I grow closer and closer to the edge.
When the climax finally hits me, it does with the force of a tidal wave. It’s an explosion of sensation, a captivating euphoria that leaves me breathless, exhausted, and profoundly sated.
“I’m not done yet,” he chuckles as he slows but doesn’t finish, I stare up at him and he leans down, capturing my lips. “I still want to hear you scream it.”
With a wicked grin, he flips me over and enters me from behind.
I’m still sensitive from my orgasm, and the feeling of him filling me up is almost too much to bear.
He slams into me, hard and fast, his fingers digging into my hips.
The sound of our bodies slapping together only turns me on more when a second ago I was content and exhausted.
He quickly reawakens the burning heat writhing inside me.
I’m panting and moaning as he slams into me from behind, his thick cock filling me up in the most delicious way possible. He’s got one hand on my hip, pulling me back into him, while the other is teasing my clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.
“You like that, love?” he growls, his voice low and husky. “You like the way I’m fucking you?”
I can only nod, my words lost to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. He chuckles darkly and leans down to whisper in my ear.
“You know what I want, Bree?” he says, his voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies slapping together. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you clenched tight around my cock like this.”
I feel myself clenching around him involuntarily. He groans in response, his hips picking up speed as he drives into me harder and faster.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs, his fingers working their magic on my clit. “I want to fill you up with my cum, over and over again. I want to see your belly swell with our child.”
His dirty talk is pushing me closer and closer to the edge, and I can feel my orgasm building deep within me. I cry out his name, begging him to let me cum, and he responds by thrusting deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside me but it’s not enough as he slows his pace.
“Marry me?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. “Say yes.”
I shake my head. The man is insane, he barely knows me. “Say you’ll be mine, Bree,” he groans, shoving deeper.
“I’m yours, please, I’m yours,” I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Say it louder,” he commands, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. “Who do you belong to?”
“I belong to you!” I scream, my voice echoing off the glass walls.
This seems to satisfy him, and he increases his pace, driving into me with all his might. My body builds toward another orgasm, on fire as I beg him to keep going, to never stop.
“Marry me,” he breathes, his voice husky with need.
I hesitate for a moment, unsure if this is really what I want. Then he thrusts into me again, hitting that perfect spot, and all my doubts disappear.
“Yes, yes!” I cry, my voice filled with desperation. “I’ll marry you!”
“Louder,” he laughs, one hand on my hip loosening as he grabs a fistful full of my hair.
He tugs my head back with his other hand moving to push flat against my stomach as he hauls me back against him till I’m only on my knees, his lips, and teeth nipping at my ear.
“Louder,” he whispers, pistoning his hips inside me and my head rolls back on his shoulder.
One hand moves between my legs that are awkwardly straddling him in some reverse cowgirl style, his fingers finding my clit.
“Yes, yes!” I scream, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. He keeps thrusting, prolonging my orgasm until I’m seeing stars.
Finally, with a roar, he empties himself inside me, his fingers still working my clit as he draws out every quiver from me, my legs shaking and my body spent.
“Marry me, Bree,” he says, his voice hoarse from his orgasm. “Marry me and let me spend the rest of my life with you.”
I can only nod, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasms.
Soren holds me close, pulling out of me and I collapse against him as he moves to lay on the soft mossy floor.
I nestle against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. For the first time in what feels like forever, I allow myself to hope for a future with this man.
I trace lazy patterns on Soren’s chest, relishing the warmth of his skin against mine. I lift my head to meet his gaze, finding a mix of tenderness and uncertainty in his striking blue eyes.
“So,” I begin, my voice barely above a whisper, “where do we go from here?”
Soren’s hand comes up to cup my cheek, his thumb gently stroking my skin. “I won’t pretend it won’t be complicated.”
I nod, swallowing hard. “The king and a werewolf. I can only imagine the gossip.”
“Let them talk,” Soren says fiercely, pulling me closer.
My heart swells at his words, but anxiety gnaws at me. “There’s so much you don’t know about me, Soren. My past—”
“Tell me,” he urges softly. “Who was your ex-mate? What happened?”
I freeze, panic rising in my throat. If I tell him, he’ll know everything. My true identity, and that nagging part of me tells me he’ll toss me out and believe Rhett. I can’t. Not yet.
“I can’t,” I whisper, hating the hurt that flashes across his face. “Please understand. It’s not that I don’t trust you, but…”
Soren sighs, his brow furrowing. “I respect your privacy, Bree. But I hope one day you’ll feel safe enough to share everything with me.”
I nod, grateful for his understanding. Desperate to change the subject, I ask “Are you prepared for the backlash of being with a werewolf?”
His jaw tightens. “It won’t be easy. There are those in council who will see it as a weakness, a betrayal of Lycan purity. I’ve never cared much for their outdated prejudices.”
I bite my lip, my mind racing. “Your parents… they seemed so accepting when we met. I thought maybe—”
Soren’s expression softens, but there’s a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Bree,” he says gently, his fingers tracing my cheek, “my parents didn’t react negatively because they expect me to change you afterward.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Change me? You mean…”
“Turn you into a Lycan,” he confirms, his voice low. “It’s what they assume will happen. In their minds, it solves the ‘problem’ of our relationship.”
I pull back slightly, my heart pounding. The idea of losing my werewolf nature, of becoming something else entirely… “And you? Is that what you want?”
Soren seems to consider his words before speaking. “If I do want to change you?”
I close my eyes, feeling the pull between us—magnetic, undeniable. When I open them again, Soren is watching me with an intensity that makes my knees weak despite laying down.
I take a deep breath. ”If... if I was to be changed, would it hurt?”