Chapter 13 - Arianna
I must be out of my mind.
Insane.
Severely demented to be kissing Tyler back when I've been down this road before.
Shifting into my wolf form was my undoing because Tyler came looking for me, and my inner wolf became rabid.
I tried to fight the raging hormones by running away, a last-ditch attempt to be rid of my conflicted feelings, but he'd caught up to me. There was no escaping how intensely attracted I am to the alpha, and in some ways, I'm glad I didn't make it to the house.
I would have been restless; these feelings are more intense than they've ever been before, despite the deep resentment I've been harboring toward him. The heat of my arousal has fully enveloped me, and I know exactly where this is going.
We've only ever kissed once before, and that was the night I lost my virginity.
Even though I'm losing myself to the sensations, his hand on my nape as he guides my head in a slight tilt to keep the kiss deep, there's one thing I can't escape.
My inhibitions. My overthinking mind suddenly becomes shocked that I had the guts to kiss him back. Was it the promise he made to never hurt me again?
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 head slowly, 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.
Back home.
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 regret not doing 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 both feeling right 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.
An unsteady breath escapes my lips and escalates to a moan when his fingertips strum my wet folds, the sensations building in the pit of my belly as it tightens as if I'm going to explode from the simple touch.
He smirks as he watches my reaction, keeping his eyes on me like he's curious to see the way I react when he dips a single finger through my aching hole.
“Tyler…” I whimper, unable to keep my hand on his cock when I'm too focused on the sensations he elicits through the ministrations of his finger thrusting slowly through my depths, the others playing with my clit and swelling it.
“Oh, fuck!” I exclaim when it's too much, my mind turning foggy and disoriented as he works magic between my thighs.
I grab onto his shoulders for stability when my body turns to mush, the sensations rolling through me touching every corner of my being until all I can see is stars behind my eyelids.
Tyler reclaims my lips just as my orgasm crashes into me, one arm curling around my back to press me tightly to his chest.
I whimper and moan as I ride out the electric high, feeling as if my soul just left my body for a split second. As it comes back and fills my nerves again, my body becomes limp in Tyler's arms.
He gently breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine and staring deeply into my soul with a ravenous glint flashing in his dark, hungry eyes.
“Please…” I plead, desperately needing to be filled when I'm down from my high. I need to feel him inside me, I need to feel what it's like for our bodies to be as one again.
Tyler nods briskly as he pulls his finger from my core, then uses my slick to coat his shaft with a single stroke. I bite my bottom lip in anticipation as I watch him grip his cock, finding the act extremely hot as his sultry eyes watch me.
His hand slides from my back down to my left butt cheek, and he cups the mound to guide me to lift my hips just enough for him to align the tip of his cock with my hole. When my knees, shaky from climaxing, give out, I sink onto his cock, taking each inch until I'm flush against his pelvis.
My breathing turns slow as my walls reacquaint with his ample girth that stretches me out, but the stretch is delicious, and has me yearning for the friction that will bring us both to climax.
Both his hands settle on my hips as he gently begins to rock me on his cock, sliding me back and forth.
I grip his shoulders, my nails biting crescent moons in his taut flesh, his muscles flexing as we clamber toward the ultimate high.
He leans in and kisses me again, the kiss unrushed at first, but steadily gaining momentum as I begin to move my hips on my own, needing to get more friction.
I lift my hips slowly, feeling his cock draw out to the tip before I sink back down, finding a pace that works to repeat the motion until I'm confident enough to bounce on his lap.
He grunts and moans against my lips as I grind into him, and my walls become stretched out as far as they can go when his cock swells and wrestles with my tightness.
Our moans and kisses fill the air with the sound of skin slapping skin, and there's no warning when a cry of satisfaction rips through my throat just as Tyler groans and orgasm hits us at the same time.
My head drops to his shoulder as my body becomes a pile of nothingness, and his arms close in around me as he holds me steady as I catch my breath. I can feel the way his heart pounds in his chest, feeling the vibrations syncing to my heartbeat.
My inner wolf feels the most relieved, and she sinks back to the far corners of my mind with a smile of satisfaction on her face, retreating so my body can rest. I don't have the strength to move, and that's when Tyler gathers me closer and does all the work, standing up with me cradled in his arms.
I don't bother to ask where we're going, too spent to open my eyes. All I can hear is the shuffling of clothes before something covers my shoulder, and then we're moving again.
Sighing, I allow myself to bask in the feeling of being taken care of, even if it means putting my trust in Tyler again. Something tells me that I was wrong and that I probably misunderstood what happened in the past.
He gives me no reason to doubt him now as he carries me back to his house, and through my hazy, sleepy vision, I notice that we're not in my bedroom.
We're in his.
He lays me down gently and pulls the covers over my body before sliding in beside me, a protective arm winding around my torso as he pulls me against his chest. He presses a kiss at the top of my head, whispering in my ear, “Sleep now, angel…
we'll speak tomorrow. We have some things we need to discuss.”
A faint smile curls my lips as my vision darkens, and I allow sleep to wash over me as if I'm following his orders for the first time.
It feels like the right thing to do, and I look forward to discussing what all of this means for us. At least, this time, he's not going anywhere.