Chapter Twelve

Ilet go of all the reasons to not give in. I let go of the fear, the doubt, and most of all, I let go of the belief that Ayden was my enemy.

In the past several days, traveling together, he hasn't done a single thing to earn a place as my enemy. And even despite what I have said and done to make him my enemy, he still treated me like an ally.

So, I gave in to the pull of the bond.

I threw my leg over his hips to straddle him, my palms pressed to his chest as I flattened his back to the ground. His eyes stared back up at me with surprise, but his hands didn't hesitate to hold on to my hips, a hardened bulge already pressed against me.

"What are you doing, Rigel?" he asked me calmly. His eyes held the answer to his own question. His wolf pushed forward to stare back at me.

"The bond is only going to get stronger," I said, using the truth as the perfect excuse for giving in. "It will become distracting and will only put all of us in more danger. May as well give The Fates what they want."

His arms wrapped around me, our bodies spinning around so fast I couldn't tell which way was up from down until my back was against the ground and Ayden stared down at me.

"I can't argue with that logic," he said as he leaned down closer to me.

Our lips hovered inches apart. Our breaths mixing as we both panted, our hearts both racing and our eyes staring into each other's in search of a hint of retreat. But I refused to back off. I was never known to be a person who did not finish what I began.

I closed in the gap between us, my lips pressed to his. The taste of his lips mixing with his scent as the lightning bugs around us seemed to glow brighter, as if recognizing the pure magic weaved through the accepted bond.

I told myself that this didn't mean anything. That even if we sealed our bond, we could still both choose to walk away. We didn't have to seal our fates to one another for eternity. But always in the back of my mind, I knew the truth. There was no backing away from the magic of The Fates.

His tongue swept over my lips, a moan rumbling in his chest beneath my palm. I opened to his beckoning, the taste of him more intoxicating as his tongue swept across mine, exploring my mouth as if to claim every inch of me. As he pulled back, I gasped quickly, pulling in air and stared back at him, his thumb tracing over my now swollen lips.

"I've dreamed of doing that for years, but I could never have dreamed that you'd taste so sweet." He dipped back and claimed my lips again before I could respond, my arms wrapped around his neck as his body ground against mine.

I could sense his increasing need, mirroring my own. The heat inside me began to raise to dangerous temperatures.

My wolf howled excitedly as she urged me to keep going. She wanted me to fight him for control, to lead and submit all at the same time.

I bit down on his lip to soothe her demands and arched my hips up against his own, grinding against him in the same way he ground against me. I gasped as his hand wrapped around my neck, not tight enough to stop my breath, but enough for me to feel the pressure there.

A moan escaped from my lips at that touch. An odd excitement blossoming inside my chest at being controlled in such a way. I never in my life would have believed something like this would be such a turn on, yet the evidence was clear.

‘Don't let him stop,'my wolf howled to me as his hands began to move.

I grabbed his wrist and kept his hand firmly in place, my eyes hooded as I looked back at him. "Don't stop."

A growl rumbled through his chest as he bent down towards me, his hand staying in place as his lips overtook mine. With his other hand, he found the hem of my shirt. The tips of his fingers felt hot against my skin, tingles of electricity sparking along my body wherever he touched.

"More," I moaned between our lips. "I need more."

I pushed back against him, our bodies rolling once more until his back pressed to the ground again. I pulled my shirt over my head as I straddled his waist, my skin burning from the slightest touch of his hands, so much that even the night air did little to cool my body.

Ayden let out a low growl, sitting up as his arms wrapped around my back to hold me against him, his lips finding mine with a fierceness that resembled the feelings within me.

His lips began to move to the corner of my mouth, working his way down my jaw and to my neck. I shivered at the feel of his tongue over the crook of my neck, the exact place where his mark should be.

‘Where it soon will be,'my wolf all but purred in my mind.

I moaned at the thought of it. His claim over me marked into my body for all eternity, just as The Fates designed for all fated pairs. My hips rocked against him in encouragement then, urging him to keep going.

"You taste like honey on a warm summer's night," he groaned against my neck.

I arched into him, his lips moving further down as his hands fumbled with the hooks of my bra. I couldn't help the gasp as he succeeded in freeing my breasts, his tongue running along a hardened peak the moment the fabric fell free somewhere into the tree line.

My fingers grew to claws in my haste to feel his bare chest, ripping at the fabric of his shirt as his lips moved to my other breast. My breath quickened as his tongue and teeth worked together to tease the tender bud, his hands cupping each breast in place as he moved back and forth.

He shrugged off the ruined shirt as I pulled frantically at the ripped fabric. I ran my hands along the hard muscles of his chest, my hips rocking against the hard bulge of his jeans.

"Fuck," he growled as my hands ran lower along his torso.

I let out a squeal of surprise as he tightened his hold on me and flipped our bodies, the cold grass tickling my bare back once more.

Ayden sat up over me, his hands grasping my jeans and pulling my legs up to remove the denim fabric more easily. His hands trailed along my thighs, moving towards my knees, then back up. Electricity ran throughout my body at the tender touch. His fingers hooking into the thin strap of my panties, a claw extending from his nail bed just before snapping the thin fabric completely off of my body.

"That's for my shirt," he whispered, his eyes on mine as he removed the tiny triangular piece, discarding it somewhere where it would never be found again.

He sat back and stared down at me, his eyes raking over every bare inch of my body. I could feel myself becoming self-conscious; thoughts of him leaving me here naked and exposed as some cruel prank coming to my mind. I reached up to cover myself from his gaze, wondering if I had made a crucial mistake in pressing for us to do this.

Only when his hands moved to the button of his jeans did I feel myself relax. His fingers and thumb popping open and releasing the caged member, that was the greatest evidence of his desire for me. I watched with a widened gaze as he slowly pushed away the last of his clothes and finally revealed just what I had been grinding myself up against.

"Don't go getting cold feet on me now, Rigel," Ayden teased as he gripped the base of his cock. I couldn't take my eyes off of the appendage, his hand stroking along his shaft as pre-cum glistened at its tip.

I shook my head, pushing myself up. "Nothing about me is cold right now."

I licked my lips as I leaned towards him, my palms pressed to his hips and my eyes on his dick. I could feel him tense up at my movement, a sense of satisfaction at the feelings of self-consciousness now coming from him.

"What are you doing, Rigel?" he whispered, though we both knew that he knew exactly what I had planned.

I could even be certain that this was something he must have had dreamed about, at least once, in all the years we've known each other. It was only natural, after all.

My tongue flicked the tip of his cock, his hands grasping my hair reflexively as I hummed at the taste.

"Sasha," he moaned, the sound of my name sending shivers down my spine.

I pressed forward then, taking him into my mouth, my tongue running over the head of his dick. My lips formed around him like a suction cup, taking him deeper into my mouth until my eyes watered. I pulled back with a deep breath through my nose before taking him deeper once more, repeating the movement again and again as his breath grew heavy with stifled moans.

His hands tangled in my hair, attempting to take control of the movement of my head. Even his hips jutted forward, thrusting himself deeper inside my mouth. I let out a growl of warning to him, refusing to allow him to control my pace.

I felt him resisting his urge to thrust deeper, his hands still tightening in my hair, but nothing more. I smiled to myself as I moved my tongue along the seam of his cock, his body completely at my mercy.

I could feel him swelling inside me. The spicy taste of him growing thicker as I bobbed my head along his shaft. I could feel him coming undone, his control over himself wavering more and more with each passing press of my tongue and lips.

My lips popped as I released him, his chest heaving as I looked up into his eyes. The moonlit orbs glowed brighter as he stared down at me. His hand pulled back on my hair, forcing my body down to the ground beneath him as his thighs pushed between my own.

"Ayden," I gasped at the feel of his pulsing cock against my center.

He ground himself along my slit, his head grazing over my clit and making my back arch into him more from the teasing sensation.

He leaned closer to me, his lips inches from mine. I tried to move closer to claim them, my body bucking up into him in search of more of the promised pleasure. His hand tightened in my hair to hold me just out of reach of his lips. His other hand pressed between us, his fingers teasing just out of reach of my clit as he thrusted his cock along the folds of my center once more.

I could feel the tingles, though not as much as I craved. I moaned for him to give me more, nearly begged for him to give me what I had given him already. Instead, his tongue licked along the corner of my lips, his cock teasing at my entrance before slipping back through the wet folds towards my clit.

"Please," I gasped to him, my body feeling as if it might explode at any moment.

"Please what?" he asked. "What do you want, Sasha?"

"I want what I gave you," I demanded.

"Isn't that what I'm doing?" His lips moved to my ear, nibbling at my lobe as I gasped at the feel of his breath against my skin. "You teased me, didn't you? Stopped just before I was going to explode. How short has your fuse become, Sasha? How crazy am I really making you now? Are you sure it's even half of the crazy you make me? Just by walking by? The way your scent drives me mad with need?" He buried his nose into my hair, his cock sliding closer to where I wanted him before pulling back as I thrusted my own hips forward.

"Tell me how crazy I make you," Ayden whispered to me.

I bit my lip as his teeth grazed just over my neck, my wolf howling so much that I couldn't hear myself think. Nothing made sense. No words, no movement of my body. Everything felt as if it were going completely haywire at that moment.

"What are you feeling now?" His voice came again.

"I don't know," I gasped, my hands at his back, nails digging into his skin as I arched up. "I can't think. Please, Ayden. Please, I need you."

I felt his lips curl into a smile at my words, my mind uncertain of what that meant. Not until his hands moved to my legs, my knees thrown over his shoulders just before he thrusted inside me.

I cried out, my head pressed into the ground as I looked up into the sky, a sense of victory washing over me. My body moved in perfect synchrony to his thrusts as I held onto his neck.

I could feel his wolf reaching out to mine through the newly established connection. The bond strengthening between us with each thrust and moan between us.

His thoughts and feelings began to fill my mind, and I realized that they were much like my own. It was always said by the teachers at school that we were a perfect match. A match that was once thought to be that of rivals and later as enemies.

Now, in this moment, it was all too clear.

We had always been made for each other. The future was still so unclear to either of us as to whether this bond would work, but at least for now, neither could deny that we were, in fact, a perfect match.