Chapter 25 - Arianna
Everything about tonight feels like a fever dream, and I can hardly wrap my head around the things Tyler said in the hall.
I didn't realize how much I just needed to hear him say those words—to apologize for his mistakes and acknowledge that he was wrong—for me to recognize that my hatred for him was only ever as strong as my love is for him.
Because truthfully, I've always loved Tyler, since that night we met in the graveyard, even before I discovered that we were true, fated mates. My anger was justified, even if my love didn't make sense back then.
Now, I'm sure about my feelings for him, having witnessed the way he supports me about being part witch, and how much he cares about Noah. He was right—back then, he was a boy, and now he's a man.
A man who makes my heart flutter as he leads me into the house, my heartbeat pounding with anticipation for what he wants to do. The sexual tension between us is escalating when he closes the door and turns to me with hooded eyes, glossed over with heady desire.
“I should have done this a long time ago…” he drawls in a raspy tone as he steps forward, one hand intertwining with mine, the other sliding along my neck to sweep my hair aside.
I tilt my head to the side in a natural response to his touch, my breath coming out slowly as I anticipate what comes next as he leans in.
He's already declared his love for me and his acceptance of our true mate bond, and there's only one thing left to do.
My ears drum with the sound of my beating heart, each beat slowing down as I remove all thoughts from my head and become fully present to bask in this moment in which the alpha will claim me as his.
The last thought that leaves my mind is that he isn't just the alpha, but he's Tyler—the man I'd fallen madly in love with years ago.
My lips curl into a smile of utter relief as my mind becomes empty, at last, not haunted by dangers or overthinking and overanalyzing every move I make.
All I can focus on is his hot breath fanning my collarbones as he leans in.
“Wait.”
I'm abruptly jolted from the daze when Tyler suddenly pulls back, shocking me, my heart sinking with dread.
“What—”
Tyler cuts me off with a nervous chuckle before saying, “I can't do this now. Not like this. It should be special. It's what you deserve and so much more. I haven't prepared anything, and—”
Groaning with frustration, I grab his face and stare at him with wide eyes. “Just. Do. It. I've waited five years for this, I'm not waiting a second longer.”
Amusement flashes in Tyler's eyes as he chuckles. “I don't wanna wait, either.”
Instead of returning to my neck, Tyler takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom, turning the lights to a dim setting that covers the room with a soft, golden glow. He proceeds to lead me to the bed, the energy around us calm as he sweeps my hair back and leans in.
A majestic slice echoes through the room as his canines distend from his mouth, sharp and pearly white as he leans in.
Holding my breath, I feel the first press of the tips against the flesh around my scent gland, my body reacting to the marking by softening, arousal pooling between my thighs.
The air becomes warm as he pierces through the flesh to mark me, claiming me as his mate in the most primal way any wolf can.
I let out the breath I'd been holding as soon as his teeth retracted, his tongue gently circling the marks he'd left on my neck.
When he pulls back, his eyes are dark pits of primal desire that lure me in like a predator who just seduced its prey, and I willingly give myself up to him, crushing my lips to his.
The kiss is feverish, our tongues battling it out for dominance as they dance, our hands gripping fistfuls of each other's clothes and ripping through material in a desperate attempt to feel skin on skin.
One moment I'm on my feet, the next, I'm straddling his lap, feeling his hot, throbbing length nestled against my folds as he runs his fingertips down the length of my spine.
“You're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on…” he breathes, staring into my eyes and meeting my soul.
“It's a little too late for flattery, Tyler…you've already claimed me as your mate…I couldn’t escape now, even if I wanted to.”
Tyler chuckles seductively as he flips me onto the bed.
“I won't be giving you any reason to want to escape, Arianna Hart, my mate…” he drawls as he leans in and kisses me again, his tongue seducing the cavity of my mouth as his hands whisper over my hips.
My thighs part as his kisses travel down my neck, coasting my collarbones, his lips journeying down the valley of my breasts.
Every kiss, every sensation, ignites a fire I've never walked through before, my body lit up with electric pulses that escalate in intensity until Tyler's face is between my thighs.
“Oh, my Goddess!” I cry out in ecstatic pleasure when his tongue dips through my folds, my aching, moist hole pulsing with need as I throw my head back and bask in the sensations flowing through me.
I've never felt anything like this, his lips suckling my folds as he drinks the juices flowing from my core as if it's his sustenance, delivering so much pleasure that it feels like I'm going to explode.
“I'm gonna—oh, my G-G—ah!” I scream when my orgasm hits me the moment his finger thrusts through my folds, and he climbs over me, crushing his lips to mine. I hum as I taste the sweetness of my essence on his tongue, my body pliable beneath him as he dips his cock between my convulsing walls.
His hips are fluid as he pumps into me, his tongue sweet as he breathes life into me through our kisses.
The air fills with the sound of skin slapping skin in a rhythmic motion, our breathing, and the lewd sound of our kisses as he makes love to me.
With our bodies united in the most primal dance, my soul soars to heights I've never reached before, my body on the verge of the most explosive orgasm as my walls pull his cock deeper inside me.
Tyler breaks the kiss, our foreheads connected as he stares deeply into my eyes, his breathing heavy as he continues to thrust.
“I love you, Arianna Hart,” he professes.
“I love you too—ah…”
As my orgasm hits again, Tyler's lips meet mine, and he grunts, spilling hot ropes deep between my walls. As he kisses me, my eyelids close as I let myself drift into the soothing waves that wash over me from the climax, and that's when I'm hit with a vision.
My eyes snap open, a gasp escaping my lips when I find Tyler staring at me with his brows furrowed.
“What was that?” he gasps in shock, eyes flitting to my belly before lifting again.
“You saw that?” I ask in surprise, to which he nods and lowers himself to the side, drawing me close and placing one hand on my belly.
“I saw it…I felt it…” he breathes in awe, eyes meeting mine and sparkling in a light shade of blue. “Is it true?”
“I—I don't know,” I whisper as I place my hand on his, where it rests on my belly, wondering if the vision I had was right.
But there's no reason to doubt what I saw in the vision—a scene of me clutching Tyler's hand and lugging in deep breaths while staring at a belly plump enough to house a werewolf pup, on the verge of giving birth—when we both feel the gentle patter of a little one's heart vibrating in my belly.
I slowly turn my eyes to Tyler, only to find him grinning from ear to ear.
“This is the best news ever!” he exclaims, pecking my lips as if to thank me. “I can't believe I get to be around for it this time.”
Giggling lightly, I stare at him quizzically. “I guess you have your work cut out for you. My first pregnancy was exhausting.”
“You won't even have to lift a finger. I won't allow it,” he declares with a tilted chin. “This time, you're not doing it alone. I'll be there every step of the way.”
As Tyler kisses me again, warm, fuzzy feelings of bliss wash over me, and I realize that I already trust him fully again.
I mean, how can I not trust Tyler when he's shown me that he's everything I ever needed and more?
It took us a long time to get here, but now that we're here, I don't want this night to end.