Chapter 11 - Dorian
I’m surprised when Amelia cradles my cheek with soft, delicate fingers and closes her eyes again, pressing her lips to mine. She takes charge only momentarily—long enough to show me that she wants to feel my lips on hers again. Her plump, sultry lips are too delectable to deny that I want to taste all of her.
Not just her lips, but every part of her. Losing myself to the dominance of the kiss when she allows me the liberty of the reins, it’s like the innate order of my Alpha is evoked and I command every motion. Amelia follows my lead until our lips dance in an upbeat symphony, the lewd sounds of kissing rising and overpowering our breaths.
Soon, I forget how to breathe the way I usually would, lost to the charms of her lips while I drink in the air she feeds me with every moan and whimper as her body arches closer to mine.
For a hot moment, I’m able to remove my focus from the pain in my arm as my fingers erupt with the tingling need to feel every inch of her supple curves. My hands seem to work a skill that I wasn’t aware of as I slide them beneath her blouse and my fingertips brush against the hard wires of her underbra. I’m so close to feeling her glorious mounds, but I stop myself only because once I’ve crossed this line, there’s no going back.
We can’t afford to take this leap if it means I’ll accidentally impregnate her and end up fostering a pup that turns out to be just like Jackson. It’s not worth quenching a thirst that’s so strong that my throat is dry and my voice is gravelly when I try to speak.
“We can’t do this…” I rasp penitently, eyes closing as disappointment washes over me. My body, heated and pulsing with sharp shards of electric awareness I’ve never felt before, bears the heavy weight of displeasure.
Amelia pulls away, but she doesn’t recoil. Instead, she gazes softly into my eyes, cradling my cheek to prompt me to look up.
“It’s okay…” she murmurs liltingly, her fingers stroking my cheek with gentle reassurance, one fingertip tracing the cut on my face. “... Luckily I was thrown in here with my handbag, remember?” she giggles lightly, and I recall that she’d given me the tin of ointment from that bag.
“Yeah?” I whisper with a confused frown. “What about it?”
Her bemused smile will be my undoing, and it takes every ounce of self-control to stop myself from capturing her lips again. My discipline is hanging by a dangerously thin thread right now.
“I guess Jackson didn’t realize that I had a course of birth control in there…” she says.
When the realization hits, I gasp. “You’ve been on birth control this whole time?” I ask in shock.
Amelia nods timidly, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. The act is so innocent, but it’s the last straw to my dwindling sense of self-control.
“What difference would it have made?” she whispers playfully with a sly smirk.
Fuck it! I decide as I seize her lips, hungrily devouring her lips with a kiss so fervent, that my eardrums are filled with the cracking.
“It would have made all the difference, sweetheart,” I groaned, scooping her from the bed and setting her onto my lap. With my good arm folded around her waist, I draw her in as close as can be, my lips hovering near her neck where the brandishing marks of my teeth glow as if they have a life of their own. Pulled to it with a magnetic force, every inch of desire awakens within me and gathers at the apex of my thighs.
“... If I’d known you were on birth control, I would have done this a long time ago…” I husk against her neck, taking pleasure in witnessing the way my breath pebbles goosebumps on her flesh, the finest hairs prickling with awareness. She sighs as the sensation spreads through her and ignites every nerve ending in her body.
I know that it’s pleasure coursing through her like the blood rushing through her veins because I feel it too. I feel the heat from within radiate outwards, igniting my own baser desires—desires I’d been keeping secret when I thought it was ridiculous to have them. But after everything we’ve been through together, I can no longer deny my feelings and ignore the incessant pull I feel toward my wolf’s mate.
Despite being human, the mark on her neck pulses the way I always imagined the mating claim would throb on the flesh of a she-wolf. As more arousal pools in my core, the fact that Amelia is human doesn’t matter anymore.
“I want you, Amelia,” I groan against her flesh, peppering open-mouthed kisses along her jawline while winding a hand through the silky, luscious strands of her raven-black hair. Tugging gently, I pull her head back just enough to stare into her flustered eyes. “I need you…”
With eyes glossed over with wanton desire, Amelia is breathless when she whispers, “Then take me, Dorian. I need you to take me right now.”
As if I needed the confirmation, her command remains echoing in my mind long after I’ve conquered her lips once more and drawn her thighs on either side of my waist. Whatever brutal torture I’d faced earlier today doesn’t seem to matter, and instead, I feel strength returning to my bones with every moan of Amelia’s I drink in. Her breath isn’t just my sustenance, but it refuels every cell in my body until I’m strong enough to pick her up when I get to my feet, and then toss her onto the bed.
She watches me through seductive eyes of appreciation as I rip off what’s left of my t-shirt and remove my pants in one, fluid motion. Right now, all I want is to sink between her warmth and feel the essence of her womanhood envelop me in its nurturing embrace. I’m too restless, my wolf clawing internally for its mate, its hunger so formidable that it commands my hands to tear her blouse and pants as if I’m an impatient guest under a Christmas tree unwrapping a gift I’ve been dying to get my hands on.
Amelia gasps and startles when I rip her clothes out from under her, but she breathes provocatively when she’s left in nothing but creamy skin adorned with goosebumps of anticipation. When she bends her knees and slowly parts her thighs for me, my inner wolf awakens to its former glory and zealously licks its lips and chants the word “mate” in my mind. Like a mating call that beckons me toward her while throwing all my previous inhibitions in a bonfire of my thirst for my mate.
I climb over her then, taking my cock in my hand and rubbing the tip over her seeping folds. Amelia throws her head back with a moan, bucking her hips to the timing of my strokes as she takes every shred of pleasure I administer to her clit. Watching the way her regal, elegant features contort and her eyes build with fiery abandon, I rub tighter circles and relish in the way her moans escalate. I’d often imagined what it would be like to have her at my mercy, but my fantasies could never measure up to hearing the sweet melody of her moans as I drew her toward climax.
“Dorian…” she groans almost helplessly, the way she says my name sending more blood rushing into my already rigid and throbbing cock. “Please!” She screams, manically throwing her head back and forth just as she stops bucking her hips. She’s so close, she’s too weak to keep moving. So I take over, pressing firmly on her pelvis while stroking my cock against her slit. Her clit is stiff now, swollen, and on the brink of her impending peak. I slow down my ministrations only to draw out her pleasure, meeting the warm glowing depths of fiery gold that stare at me intently while she gnaws on her bottom lip trying to stifle her amplified cries.
With a firm, encouraging nod, I don’t need to say a word to grant her permission to unravel at my command. She nods back in acceptance, then reaches out to grip my shoulders in time for the quaking of her body. Chuckling haughtily, I watch how hot licks of sticky essence flood from her slit before grabbing the base of my cock and thrusting my length inside her.
I have to wrestle against her tightness to fit in snugly while her walls pulse with her orgasm. Her moans are delicious as I sink all the way in slowly, wanting her to adjust to my size. When every last inch is snuggled between her warm, wet womanhood, our eyes meet as a wave of relief washes over me.
Absentmindedly stroking my forearms, Amelia seems oblivious to what she’s done by opening up the most intimate side of herself. I’m the one who recognizes it as my senses become more distinct and I feel the threads of my torn flesh weave together with miraculous speed. I glance at my arm and chuckle.
“I’m healing…” I murmur in awe, looking up to find Amelia frowning at me.
“Healing?” she asks with a bewildered glint in her eyes.
Nodding, I lean on my right elbow and unwrap the t-shirt material we used as dressing for my wounds. When my arm is exposed, it’s no longer gruesomely mauled. All that’s left is a shining scar, and Amelia gasps as she skims her fingers across the lesion.
“Your healing ability… It’s magic…” she whispers in awe as she stares at my arm, her finger now following the outline of the tattoo that’s now perceptible.
“No…” I shake my head and lean down until I’m a mere inch from her face, staring deeply into her eyes. “It’s you, Amelia. It’s the energy of our mate bond,” I profess as I stroke the back of my hand across her neck where a light vibration pulses from the mating claim that glows now with a golden aura that’s only visible to my wolf’s sharp eye..
The unexpectedly tender moment becomes softer when Amelia cups my cheeks with both hands, her fingers winding through the thick spirals of an unkempt beard.
“The mate bond…” she echoes, her eyes sparkling with wonder. “Is that why I feel like I’m high?”
Chuckling lightly, I lean in and press my lips to hers. “Yes, sweetheart…” I husk against the sigh that escapes her swollen, parted lips. “And you are now my favorite drug…”
Amelia gasps just as I draw out my length to the tip before languidly sinking back inside her. My ravenous, primal need to greedily take her slips away to leave behind a warm, soothing desire to take my sweet time making love to her instead.
“Love” is a strong word, but it’s the only one that seems fitting in a moment like this when she stares at me with adoration glittering in her hazel eyes with a light that’s come on for the first time in them. I only caught slight glimpses of the light when she giggled before, but this is more intense while our bodies are tangled in the closest unification a wolf and his mate could be entangled in. As I thrust back and forth to the rhythm of her pleasurable moans, I link my fingers through hers and draw us toward the peak of our coalesced existence.
Amelia clutches my shoulders, bracing herself for the quaking of her body when it convulses with the force of her climax. My body tenses just then, my scrotum tightening as I draw closer to the brink of spilling inside her. I capture her lips just as she yelps my name, kissing her with all the passion unleashed just as I release deep between her convulsing walls.
With my inner wolf celebrating the union with its mate and the completion of the mating ritual to its full extent, my human arms wrap around her lithe frame and I draw her into me as I roll onto my back. A soft, lilting sigh escapes just as she stops shuddering and her body grows limp in my arms. When I glance down, I wipe away a few strands of hair that stick to her forehead with sweat, smiling to myself when I notice that her eyes are closed.
She’s worn out from what just happened, while I remain restless. Now that we’ve mated, I see Amelia through the lens of a werewolf who’s just mated with the female he’d claimed before. Though the consummation of our mate bond has come weeks after I claimed her, it’s as if the pent-up urges I’d been resisting before just exploded tonight with a fiery outburst.
Now that she’s fallen asleep on my chest while we lay in a bed we’re sharing for the first time since our imprisonment together, I’m able to see her from a different angle. We’d shared the most intimate parts of ourselves long before shedding our clothes, and I’d often watch her while she slept and listen to every murmur while she dreamed.
Right now, we’re closer than ever, not just because she’s curled into my side, but because we shared the ultimate link of a werewolf and his mate. I didn’t think it was possible, but mating with the human reawakened my inner wolf even without the antidote to cure the effects of the wolfsbane. She’s the answer—she’s been the answer all along.
As I stare at her angelic face, I’m reminded of the golden angel in the dream I had just before she arrived. Turns out, Amelia is my guardian angel, sent here to help me regain my strength to fight against Jackson and the rogue werewolves.
I glance at the side where I’d left the vial hidden under the bed, deciding to use it to my advantage.
Soon, Amelia’s birth-control supply will run out, and I don’t have the strength to resist her when that happens. It will only take a single day off her pill for an accidental pregnancy to occur, and I can’t let it happen. Amelia can’t get pregnant. Goddess knows what Jackson will do when she gives birth to a hybrid pup. He’ll have what he wants, and we’ll become disposable.
I have to ensure that I protect her. I have to get us out of here. When an angelic sigh escapes her lips and she falls deeper into her sleep, I’m determined to save her from her brother. Tonight just proved that there is a future for us, even if she’s a human. We can have a future with Amelia as a werewolf Alpha’s mate.
If she’ll have me.