Chapter 15

Chapter

Fifteen

C olt slipped into the room, breathing in the scent of his mate. It was a soothing balm to the tumultuous events of the night. The soft glow of the moon filtered through the window and cast a silver light over the bed where she lay. Her dark hair fanned out across the pillow, her breaths slow and steady, a picture of tranquility amidst the chaos that surrounded them.

He approached the bed, his heart pounding in his chest. A primal urge surged within him. The sight of her, vulnerable and peaceful, stirred a deep, possessive feeling within his soul. He needed her, needed to feel her warmth, her touch, needed to reaffirm the bond that tied them together.

He undressed, fueled by a hunger that had been building since their last encounter. He slipped under the covers and was pleased to find her naked. The heat of her body radiated against his skin, a sensation that was both comforting and exhilarating. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close, noting how her soft curves fit perfectly against his hard planes.

Ariana stirred. A soft murmur escaped her lips as she nuzzled into his embrace. Colt leaned in and brushed his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck. “Ariana,” he whispered, his voice charged with desire.

Her eyelids fluttered open, her gaze meeting his in the dim light. A smile touched the corners of her lips, a welcoming warmth in her eyes. “Colt,” she murmured. “I’m glad you’ve come to bed.”

He couldn’t wait any longer. He claimed her mouth in a hungry, passionate kiss, a clash of need and desire that left him breathless. She reached up, tangling her fingers in his hair, and pulled him closer, deeper into the kiss. He moved his hand along her body, tracing the curves that drove him wild.

She pressed into him, a silent invitation that he was all too willing to accept. He rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed. He kissed along her neck, his teeth grazed her sensitive skin, drawing out a gasp from deep within her.

Her hands trailed down his back, nails digging into his skin, offering a mixture of pleasure and pain that only heightened his arousal. He felt her heart race. Her breaths came in quick, shallow gasps as her body responded to his touch with an intensity that matched his own.

He cupped her breast, brushing his thumb over her nipple, drawing out a moan from deep within her. The way she responded, her body arching into his touch, eager for more, was a reaction he loved. He trailed kisses down her collarbone, capturing her nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak.

Ariana gripped his hair, her body writhing beneath him. Her arousal, a sweet, intoxicating scent that drove him wild. He needed to taste her, to feel her heat, her desire.

He moved lower, his lips blazing a trail down her stomach. He gripped her hips. Her body trembled and went taut with anticipation. He looked up at her, his eyes locking with hers. A silent promise of pleasure and passion.

He dipped his head, his tongue delving into her sex, her taste exploding on his tongue. She was sweet and intoxicating. Her scent, her taste, her very essence enslaved him. He feasted on her. Swirled his tongue along her folds, then sucked on her clit before giving it a gentle nip.

“Colt,” she gasped, her hands fisting the sheets, her body trembled on the edge of release. He felt her climax building, her body tensing. He wanted to feel her shatter, to feel her come undone beneath him.

He slid two fingers into her, his tongue circling her clit, relentless in his assault. Her body convulsed, her back arched. She came hard, her body shattered, her release flooding his senses.

He surged up, captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, sharing the taste of her passion. Ariana wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to take her. He felt her heat, her desire, her need. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, as he thrust into her with a single, powerful stroke.

A ripple of pleasure coursed through him as her body enveloped him, her warmth and tightness sending jolts of electricity up his spine. He moved, his strokes long and deep, each thrust claiming her, possessing her. Her nails raked down his back, her body rising to meet his, her breaths hot and heavy against his skin.

He was relentless, driven by a primal need to dominate. Every thrust was a declaration, every kiss a brand. Ariana matched his intensity.

The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—the slap of skin against skin.

His climax was a building storm of sensation gathering at the base of his cock. He gripped her hair with one hand, pulling her head back to expose her neck. He grazed her skin with his teeth, the primal urge to mark her over and over surged through him.

The scent of their arousal filled the air, heightening his senses, driving him to the brink of madness. Her body tightened around him, her muscles clenching. She was close, so close.

Gripping her wrists, he pinned her arms over her head, then quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. Their connection deepened, their bond strengthened with each movement, each shared breath. He felt her heartbeat, her emotions, her very essence aligning with his own.

Ariana screamed his name, her body convulsing as her climax swept through her. The sound sent him over the edge. His orgasm crashed into him like a tidal wave. He roared her name, his body shuddered with release as he spilled his seed inside her.

Ariana arched her back, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax. Colt’s powerful form was above her, his breath ragged, his body slick with sweat. His heartbeat pounded in his chest and echoed her own racing pulse. Their connection was electric, a tangible force that bound them together in a dance of passion and desire. She looked into his piercing blue eyes, saw the depth of his love and need, reflecting back at her. She traced the lines of his muscles, marveling at the strength and power contained within him. He was her alpha, her mate, her everything.

As their breathing slowed, Colt leaned down, capturing her lips in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a stark contrast to the fierce, primal mating that had just consumed them, but it was no less intense.

She tenderly cupped his face, brushing her thumb against his cheek. A warmth spread through her, a contentment that went beyond the physical. This was her mate, her other half, the one who completed her in every way. But as their bodies pressed together, she felt a stirring within her, a hunger that went beyond the physical. Her fangs ached, a sharp, insistent pain that demanded attention. She needed more from him, needed to taste him, to take a part of him into herself.

Ariana pulled back, her gaze meeting his. There was a silent plea for understanding. Colt looked at her, his eyes softening as he seemed to read her thoughts.

“You will only ever feed from me, Ariana. Those fangs will never pierce the skin of another.”

She gave him a playful slap. “I thought you said you would never be on the receiving end of a vampire bite?”

“Obviously, I lied.” He grinned. “But you are the only vampire who will ever get to taste my blood.”

Her heart pounded as she leaned in, brushing her lips against the pulse point in his neck. His heartbeat was strong and steady, and it beckoned her. Her fangs extended, and the ache turned into a throb, demanding her attention. She bit down, her fangs slid into his flesh. Colt tensed, a low growl escaping his lips, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he held her closer, his arms encircled around her. His blood flowed into her mouth, a rich, intoxicating elixir. Her senses exploded as a symphony of tastes and sensations sent shockwaves through her body. Her mate’s blood was rich and warm, and carried the essence of his strength, his power, and his wolf. He tasted of the wilderness, the untamed forest, and the moonlit nights, the primal force that made him the alpha he was.

She closed her eyes as she took a deep drink. Each pull sent a rush of heat and energy coursing through her veins. Colt’s grip on her tightened, his body tensed as she fed from him. His heartbeat was strong and steady, synchronizing with her own.

As she drank, their connection deepened, their souls intertwined in a dance that transcended the physical. She felt his emotions—his love, his protectiveness, his unyielding devotion—all flowing into her, amplifying her own feelings. She was overcome by a tidal wave of sensation, completely submerged in their shared intensity.

He let out a low, guttural moan, a sound that resonated deep within her. He pressed his body against hers, his hips moving in a slow and sensual rhythm, reigniting her desire. She felt him hardening against her, his need rising once more, fueled by the primal act of her feeding.

She whimpered, her own body responding to his, her hips arching to meet his grinding movements. The room spun around her; the world reduced to the sensation of his body against hers, his blood in her veins, his heartbeat echoing in her ears. It consumed her entirely, a vortex of pleasure and need that threatened to engulf her completely.

Retracting her fangs, she licked the puncture, but no sooner had she sealed his wound, he rose with a growl, lifted her and flipped her onto her hands and knees. She gasped, her body arching as he entered her from behind. His grip on her hips was firm, possessive, as he dug his fingers into her flesh and began to move. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, fueling the fire that had just begun to burn. Her body responded to his, her hips moving in sync with his, their rhythm primal and raw.

His growls filled the room, a low, primal sound that sent shivers down her spine. She felt his wolf, wild and untamed, surging beneath his skin. It called to her, to the vampire within her, the predator recognizing its mate. Their connection was deeper than ever, their souls entwined in a dance that was both fierce and tender.

Her fangs ached again, the taste of her mate’s blood still lingering in her mouth. She wanted more, needed more. But she also needed this, needed to feel him inside her, claiming her, possessing her. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own.

Colt leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re mine, Ariana,” he growled, his voice barely human. “Mine to protect, mine to love, mine to claim.”

She whimpered, his words sending a thrill of pleasure through her. “Yes,” she gasped.

He bit down on her shoulder, his teeth sinking into her flesh. Pain mixed with pleasure, sent her senses spiraling. His wolf, his alpha power, surged into her, claiming her, marking her as his own once again. Her body convulsed, her orgasm crashing into her with the force of a tidal wave.

Colt roared, his body shuddering as he found his own release. His seed spilled into her, hot and potent, filling her with his essence. Their connection flared, a blazing inferno of passion and need, love, and devotion. It was all-consuming, a fire that burned away everything else, leaving only them, only this moment.

With all the tenderness she knew he possessed, he pulled free and lifted her to his chest, where he held her tight.

“Colt,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. “That was amazing.”

He nipped her ear. “It was.” Then he moved in front of her, captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss. It was a reaffirmation of their bond, a sealing of their connection. When he pulled back, his eyes were serious, filled with determination.

“We need to talk, Ariana,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “About what comes next. About Selene, the blade, and how we’re going to protect our pack and our bond.”

She nodded, her mind shifting from the haze of passion to the cold reality of their situation. She pulled away from him and wrapped the sheet around her. He did the same, leaning against the headboard, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Your father mentioned that the earthquake in Vandeldor might be connected to the blade,” he began, his brow furrowed in thought. “If that’s true, then the blade’s power is already affecting the realms. We need to act fast.”

She agreed, her mind racing with possibilities. “We need to find Selene before she can use the blade again. And we need to figure out how to neutralize its power. Maybe if we can separate her from the blade, we can keep it safe until we find a way to destroy it or hide it.”

Colt nodded, his jaw set in a determined line. “Agreed.”