Chapter 13 - Aris

Finally, finally, finally.

I bring my hands up to the sides of Linnea's face, my thumbs tracing over her cheeks, my entire body brimming with joy at the fact that I'm finally getting my hands on this woman. I can't believe I waited so long.

Pushing forward, I push my hips into hers and tip her head back, swiping my tongue against her lips. She groans, opening her mouth for me, and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth, sliding it sensually against hers.

She gives as good as she takes, and soon, we're both breathing heavily at the feeling of our tongues sliding against each other's, a precursor to everywhere else I want to touch and taste her. I move my hands down her stomach, just brushing against the sides of her breast, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her leggings, pulling her even closer to me.

Linnea grinds her hips into mine and slips her hands under the hem of my shirt, running her nails over my back. It immediately drives me crazy, which was clearly her goal, because I catch her smirking at me.

In a smooth movement, I lift her up so she can hook her legs around my waist, setting her down on the counter next to the microwave. My body hums blissfully, happy with the increase in contact, in how her entire torso is now pressed against mine. Growling against her smooth skin, I dip my head, kissing down her neck.

She falls back for me, tipping her head back and giving me full reign of her neck, which is smooth and smells faintly of vanilla. I trace her collarbone with my nose and drink in every square inch of her skin.

My hands are moving and grasping, trying to find another area I haven't held yet. I squeeze her thighs, cup her ass, and flatten my hands against her back. When I open my eyes and catch the speckling of freckles across her face, I'm reminded of that first kiss ages ago, on prom night.

I remember noticing those freckles and wanting to kiss them. But that would have been too tender then, too revealing of my feelings for her. I kiss them now, pecking each one on her cheeks as my hand kneads the inside of her thigh, slipping closer to her core. I drop my head back down to her neck, sucking and kissing like it's my last chance.

"Fuck," I whisper against her pulse point, nipping at it and making her gasp. I smell the blood there, pumping through her body, and I wonder if the reason people get blood-bonded is because being near the other person is ecstasy.

Linnea whimpers and slides closer to me, cinching her legs tighter around my waist, grinding her hips against my erection.

The wolf's instinct tells me she's ready, that I should throw her on the bed and get my cock in her as soon as possible, but I push against it. This is the first time I'm ever taking my mate to bed, and I'm going to make it good for her. I want her to be crazy with desire before I finally give her what she wants.

I pick her up off the counter, carrying her effortlessly over to the bed and throwing her down. I stare down at her, looking up at me, her hair pulled free of its hair tie, and I wonder when I did that. I don't even remember taking it out, but her curls are wild and loose, spreading out on the bed as I climb over her, forcing her to lay back against the pillow.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do this," I say, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it up over her head. She inhales sharply as I trace my nose along the top of her bra, leaving a trail of kisses. I reach around behind her and deftly unhook her bra, finally getting her tits free.

"I think I might have some idea," she breathes, her hand drifting south, just barely brushing over my cock, making it jump violently. I reach down and grab her hand, bringing it back up and pinning it over her head.

"Don't," I say, shaking my head against her chest and reveling in her moan as I take her nipple in my mouth. I alternate between pinching her nipple with my tongue and drawing as much of her breast into my mouth as I can. She whimpers and writhes beneath me, but I don't release her hands, bringing my free palm up to her other breast, massaging it and pinching the nipple between my fingers.

"Please, Aris," she gasps, as I move my mouth to her other breast, switching hands so I can continue my double assault. I like having her pinned up like this, knowing I'm in complete control.

"Please, what?" I ask, releasing her nipple from my mouth and kissing down her stomach, finally letting her wrists go free.

"Just—" she cuts off as I reach her navel, gasping as I suck and kiss. My cock is the hardest it"s ever been in my life, and I can smell her arousal around me, pulling me in.

I hook my thumbs in her leggings and pull them down, grinning at her as she reaches down desperately, helping me get her pants and underwear off in record time. She tosses them to the floor, opening her legs to me impatiently.

"Aris—" she starts again, and I press my mouth to her, silencing her effectively. I wish I could do this every time she starts to talk back to me. I glance up, seeing her head tip back, her curls spreading out obscenely over her tits, just covering her nipples as I start to lick and suck, exploring her.

I want to pull back, study her, and take it all in, but my body drives me forward, urging me to taste every part of her that I can. I grip my hands under her ass, drawing her hips forward, gasping for air every time she moves her hips.

When I start to move my tongue rhythmically, applying just enough pressure, circling her clit but licking or sucking it directly, she whimpers again, her hands fisting in the sheets. Every woman is different, which I've learned from my forays into dating when I had the time, but it's like I already know Linnea. I already know what feels good for her, the same way I know myself. I can almost feel the pleasure rising and falling in her, knowing how to adjust before she ever loses that ascendance toward pleasure.

"Oh, God," she whispers, her body bucking against my head. One of her hands moves away from the sheets, burying in my hair, and I nip at her when she tugs hard. I need her to come undone for me, need to taste her as she does, so I press one finger into her, hooking it and watching as her body bucks.

"Aris," she yelps, clapping a hand over her mouth. I don't want her to be quiet, though—I need to hear her say my name again; I need her to scream it for me.

Unable to speak with my face buried between her legs, I reach up, pulling her hand away and pushing my finger deeper into her until she cries out. My mate will never have to be quiet when I have her in our bed.

"Fuck, oh fuck, Aris," she screams, her thighs closing in tight on either side of my head, holding me there. I gently reach up with my hands, pushing her thighs apart again until she's spread out, loose and limber, on the bed in front of me. After climaxing, it's like she's melted completely into the mattress.

"I've never—" she starts, but I'm already climbing up over her, kissing back up her stomach, bringing my mouth back to her breasts, cock throbbing so hard the pain is mixing with pleasure and morphing into something I've never felt before.

"Linnea," I say, surprised at how low my voice is, how it comes out so gruffly I hardly recognize it. "I need to come inside you. Right now."

"But, I can—" she says, starting to move like she might get on her knees for me. As much as I love the idea of my cock in her mouth, my body might actually implode if I don't get my cock where my fingers were a moment ago.

Grabbing her shoulders, I maneuver her back onto the bed, slotting between her legs like I belong there—because I do.

"I need to come inside you," I repeat, gripping her hips and teasing her clit with the tip of my cock. I can feel her body tensing again, see her breasts becoming taught, her nipples peaking. She's ready.

"Okay," she says, and the second she does, I thrust into her, hitching my cock in as deep as it goes. Linnea cries out, gripping my forearms, her nails digging in.

"Fuck," I say, pleasure ripping up my back, locking my spine. She's so tight, so warm, wet and slick from her desire and my mouth. Distantly, I register her scream and realize that I may have gone too fast. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she gasps, rolling her hips against me, making my body shudder at the feeling. "Please, Aris, fuck me."

I don't need her to ask twice. My body takes over, hands finding her hips, holding her in place as I thrust into her, seeking a deeper seat each time. Linnea's tits bounce just like I knew they would, and I lean down as I fuck her, taking them in my mouth, kissing her neck, burying my face in the crook of her neck.

Linnea's hands move up and down my back, her nails scraping the skin there, adding to the sensation. My body practically vibrates in pure euphoria—this is where I belong, what every cell in me has been waiting for. Years I've been going without her when I could have had her right here, in front of me, on her back just like this.

I think about the first time I kissed her and how my body had moved of its own accord, pressing her against the wall, bunching the fabric of her prom dress around her hips, begging me to clear the path and touch her. As intense as I'd felt back then, it's nothing like now, my body driving hungrily into hers, thrusting deeper and deeper, urging me to stake my claim on her.

"Mine," I hear myself growl, and Linnea makes a breathy noise, arching her chest against mine. As my climax builds, I know it's going to be the best of my life—with years of foreplay, build-up, and waiting, I've been climbing toward this orgasm for too long.

I feel Linnea shudder beneath me, and I finally let go, burying myself in her one last time. Logically, I know I should pull out, that I should be using a condom, but that voice is far away and deep in the back of my mind. Just one time won't mean anything, and we can discuss it later. Right now, I need to unload inside her, need to leave myself behind, leaving my scent so everyone knows she belongs to me.

Moments later, we're both boneless, and I roll to the side to avoid crushing her with the full weight of my body. Mindlessly, I watch her chest rise and fall, her nipples still perked up in the cool air. I reach down, grabbing the blanket to cover her, and she lets her head loll in my direction, eyes sleepy.

As I'm glancing down to grab the blanket, I notice a spot of blood on the sheets and halt, my gaze going back to her face.

"Are you—Linnea, are you on your period?"

"What? No."

I look back down at the blankets, eyes wide. Varun wasn't being coy or making a joke about her, then.

"You're… You're actually a virgin?"

"Well," she snorts, her fingers running up the length of my bicep. "Not anymore."

"Holy shit," I breathe, glancing back down to her legs, which are still trembling. "I just… Went for it. If I'd known, we could have gone slower or eased into it. Are you—does it hurt?"

"No," she says, wrinkling her brow. "I thought it would, but it's like… It's like my body just knew. Adjusted. I'm not sure."

I bite my lip, not quite believing her and hoping I didn't make her first time too painful. Though I tell myself it wouldn't have mattered, I'm secretly very pleased that I'm her one and only—that I got to take her virginity, and there won't be a soul after me with their hands on her.

Linnea yawns, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I watch as she stretches, leaning over and draping herself over my chest, her head nuzzled right under mine. For once in my life, everything feels in place, like all the puzzle pieces have finally slotted together, and I fall into a deep, sudden sleep.