3. Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Bane

W hen the pack members describe me as their alpha, they often use three words: authority, power and control. The fact that I cannot seem to control myself is something I'm not used to.

I want to believe it’s my wolf craving her obsessively, but it’s also me. I can barely control the raging desire coursing through my veins as Aria’s lips meet mine. I taste the sweetness of her surrender—a surrender I’ve craved since the first moment I laid eyes on her, regardless of the darkness of our pasts entwining like thorny vines. Our tongues tangle fiercely, each seeking dominance in this unrestrained kiss, mirroring the battle of our desires. Her petite frame presses against the hard planes of my body, igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both.

I feel the softness of her robe between us and the warmth of her skin beneath, a temptation I’m determined to unveil. My hands roam desperately, savoring every curve, every inch of her, as if I’ve been starving for this very touch. My fingers thread through her silk-like hair, holding her head at an angle that allows me to plunder her mouth with deepening fervor. I need her to know, to feel the depth of my craving, the extent of my hunger, which has haunted me throughout the day.

Pulling back slightly, I gaze down at her lust-glazed eyes. They are glowing with trepidation and unspoken desires. Her breath comes in rapid gasps, betraying the turmoil of emotions raging within her. But I can see the unyielding need shimmering in her eyes, a need that matches the tempestuous storm in my soul.

“You’re mine, Aria,” I growl against her lips, my breaths coming in hot, raspy pants. “Every inch of you, every breath, and every heartbeat belongs to me tonight.”

She whimpers softly, a sound that fuels the primal urge burning within me. Her hands rise hesitantly, then clutch at my shoulders, her tiny nails biting into my skin, leaving marks that brand her possession of me. Aria tilts her head back, revealing the creamy column of her throat, offering herself to me without words.

I claim that delicate throat with fervent kisses, nipping and suckling, marking her as passion dictates. My hands roam lower, cupping the full curves of her breasts through the thin robe, feeling the tight peaks strain against the fabric. With slow, deliberate movements, I begin untying the robe, reveling in the tremors that convulse her body with every inch of exposed skin.

“Oh, Bane, you… you overwhelm me,” Aria whispers, her voice shaking as she struggles to find words amidst the intensity of the moment. “I’ve never felt this way, this need, this…”

I lean in close, my lips hovering over hers. “You’re meant to be mine, Aria. Every part of you responds to my touch, to my kiss. Can’t you feel it too?”

“Yes…” She bites her lower lip, her eyes fluttering shut momentarily. “I feel it. This desire… it scares me, yet I want more. Take more, Bane.”

“More, hmm?” I tease, running my thumb across her swollen lower lip. “I intend to. Your beauty enslaves me, Aria. I’ve dreamed of this, of tasting every inch of your perfect skin.”

As I trail kisses down her neck, she moans, arching into me. “Then don’t stop… Please, I—I want to be yours.”

“Say it again,” I demand softly, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.

Her voice trembles against my lips, but there’s no hesitation. “I’m yours… I’m yours, Bane.”

The robe falls open, revealing her exquisite form, bathed in the soft light of the setting sun streaming through the windows. I inhale sharply at the sight, my body hardening further, and throbbing with need. Aria stands before me, a vision of raw, untamed beauty, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths. Her nipples are puckered and begging for attention—my attention.

"So breathtaking," I murmur, my eyes devouring every inch of her. "So, fucking perfect, Aria."

A flush creeps up her cheeks, and her eyes glitter shyly. I slide the robe off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet, and step back to admire her fully. Her skin, flushed with desire, begs to be touched, kissed, and worshiped. Hell's fury on me if I don't do just that.

My fingers trace the delicate collarbone, eliciting a soft gasp from her parted lips, before drifting downward to circle the rosy peaks of her nipples, taunting them into tighter buds. Aria's head falls back, a soft moan escaping as I tease her sensitive flesh. Her hands grip my biceps, urging me closer.

I lean down, capturing one taut peak between my teeth, tugging gently, hearing her sharp intake of breath, followed by a plea.

"Please, arrrh... oh, please."

“Call my name.”

“Ba… Bane.”

Her words urge me on. I soothe the tormented peak with my tongue, swirling and flicking, driving her to madness. Moving to the other breast, I repeat the intoxicating torment, teasing and suckling until she's squirming, her soft cries echoing off the walls of the room.

"Yes, that's it, pet," I coax in a low growl. "Let me hear how much you need it."

My hands roam further, gliding over her supple abdomen, relishing the quiver of her muscles under my touch. I trail kisses down her slender neck, along the delicate ridge of her collarbone, marking her with fervent kisses until I reach the valley between her breasts.

Her skin is silken against my tongue, driving me to madness with her taste and smell. I nip and suckle my way downward, exploring every inch of her taut belly, circling her navel with my tongue. Aria's hands now roam over my back, stroking and kneading, nails gently scoring my skin through my shirt and marking me in return.

I grasp her hips and stroke the soft skin above the curve of her pelvis, dipping lower to trace the apex of her thighs through the damp fabric of her panties. She shudders at my touch, her breath coming in quick, urgent pants. She is so hot. So, fucking hot.

"Bane... please," she begs, "I need... "

"Need what, Aria?" I rumble hoarse with want. "Tell me what you need, love."

Her eyes meet mine, and she swallows hard then a tentative smile curves on her lips. "You. I need you, Bane... touch me... please."

I kiss her fiercely in response, dominating her mouth, claiming every inch of her, before pulling back with a groan. I sweep her off her feet, cradling her against my chest, and carry her to bed. Her arms wind around my neck, and her fingers thread through my hair, holding me closer as she is afraid, I might slip away. We were literally just arguing a few minutes ago. How did we get here?

Lowering her gently, I follow her down and press her into the soft mattress with my body. I hover over her, savoring the sight of her flushed, beautiful face, her hair is wildly tangled around us. I capture her hands in mine, press them above her head, and pin them to the bed with one hand while my other travels to discover and explore her body.

"You're so damn beautiful, Aria," I grind out, "So fucking sweet, I could devour you."

Her eyes glitter with unshed tears, and I lean down, kissing them away, tasting the salt of her emotions on my lips. “You’re so beautiful, even when you’re crying,” I murmur against her skin.

She huffs a shaky laugh, her breath hitching. “I hate you for making me cry.”

“You don’t hate me,” I reply with a smirk, my lips brushing hers. “Not when you’re looking at me like that.”

“Shut up,” she whispers, but her hands curl into my shirt, pulling me closer. “Just… shut up and kiss me.”

“Your wish is my command.” I claim her mouth, our tongues tangling, the kiss turning into a battle of wills. She moans softly, her body arching into mine, and I take the opportunity to trail kisses down her throat, lingering on the sensitive skin.

“Bane,” she gasps, tilting her head back to give me more access. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good,” I growl, nibbling at the delicate column of her neck. “Because you’ve been driving me insane since the moment I met you.”

Her laugh is breathless. “I didn’t ask you to do this to me, you know.”

I slide my hands down her sides, feeling the warmth of her bare skin beneath my palm. “You didn’t have to. Your body was calling to me before you even opened your mouth.”

“Is that so?” she teases as I untie the robe, letting it fall open. “What’s it saying now?”

I pause to look at her, my gaze roaming over every inch of her exposed skin. “It’s saying, ‘Touch me. Taste me.’ Am I wrong?”

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away. “Maybe… you should find out for yourself.”

“With pleasure,” I dip my head to kiss her chest, my hands sliding lower, tracing the curves of her hips. She squirms beneath me, her breath hitching when I slip my fingers under the waistband of her panties.

“Impatient, aren’t you?”

“You’ve no idea,” I hook my thumbs under the fabric pulling it down to her legs. I glance up at her as I toss it aside.

“You’re perfect, Aria. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Why don’t you show me?” she parts her legs as her hands grip the sheets. “Or are you all talk?”

I chuckle darkly. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m much more than talk.”

I trail my fingers down her inner thighs, and her body trembles beneath my touch. “You’re so wet for me,” I murmur, brushing lightly against her core, drawing a soft moan from her lips. “Tell me, Aria, do you want my fingers? My tongue? Or both?”

Her eyes widen, and she bites her lip. “Bane…”

“Say it,” I urge, my voice low and commanding. “Tell me what you want.”

Her cheeks flush deeper, but she meets my gaze. “Both. I want everything.”

“That’s my girl,” I growl, leaning down to place a feather-light kiss on her swollen nub. Her hips jerk in response, and I smirk against her skin. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

“Bane,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Don’t tease me.”

“Oh, but I love teasing you,” I flick my tongue over her clit. “Hearing you beg is my favorite sound.”

Her hands fly to my hair, tugging me closer. “Please,” she breathes, her voice trembling. “I can’t take it. I need you.”

“Good girl,” I murmur, flattening my tongue against her, tracing slow, deliberate strokes. Her cries fill the room, her hips moving in rhythm with my movements as I lose myself in the taste of her.

“Bane… oh, God,” she moans, her voice rising as I slip a finger inside her, then another, curling them to hit the spot that makes her scream. “Yes, right there—don’t stop!”

I suck her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the taut bud, then flicking the very center, over and over, until she's keening, her back arching sharply. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me to her, as I suckle and tease, driving her higher.

"Come for me, Aria," I whisper against her flesh. "Let go... cum all over my tongue."

As if my words were a magical command, she shudders, a violent tremor rippling through her body, her inner muscles clenching around nothing as her orgasm claims her. I continue to lap at her, refusing to let her escape the exquisite torment, riding out her climax until she's limp and quivering beneath me.

I kiss and nibble my way back up her body, pausing for lavish attention on her breasts, and enjoying how sensitive her peaks feel against my tongue. Her eyes are closed, a small smile curving her lips, her breaths still coming in ragged gasps.

"I want you, Aria," I murmur, my voice thick with desire. "I want to be inside you… do you want this?”

Her eyes fly open, deep pools of molten, expressing her desire. "Yes... oh, yes, please."

I roll onto my back, and haul her atop me, situating her to straddle my waist. Her heat scorches me through my pants, and I buck my hips upward, to seek more contact. Aria gasps as she feels my hardness, her eyes widening as she takes in my size.

"You're so big... " she breathes, reaching down to stroke the rigid length of me through my trousers.

I arch into her touch, groaning at the feel of her small hand on me. "Not nearly big enough to satisfy you, pet," I tease, rolling my hips.

Aria leans forward, nipping at my jaw, then trailing kisses down my throat, her hands roaming over my chest, eliciting a shudder from me. My hands tangle in her hair, holding her close as her lips find a spot beneath my ear, suckling the tender skin, driving me wild.

"Oh, God, Aria... I can't wait any longer..."

Her warm hand skims lower, grasping me through the thin material of my pants, squeezing gently. I buck against her, my body pleading for release from the confines of my clothing. She smiles against my throat, a wicked, sexy grin that promises untold pleasures.

With nimble fingers, she works the fastening of my trousers, freeing me from the restrictive fabric. I'm steel-hard, straining upward, pulsing with need. Aria's fingers skate lightly up and down my shaft, spreading the moisture, and making me hiss.

"Fuck pet, yes just like that," I groan, bucking my hips into her hand. "Stroke me, Aria... like that... "

She complies and her small hand encircles me, and starts moving up and down my length, her thumb swirling over the sensitive crown with each pass. I throw my head back, the pleasure-pain threatening to overwhelm me.

"Fuck, Aria... that's it... "

Sliding down my body, she continues her sensual torture, her hair trailing over my heated skin, eliciting goose bumps in her wake. Her wet mouth engulfs the head of my straining erection, causing me to gasp and shudder with pleasure. Her tongue swirls and flicks, learning the terrain of my glands. I moan, my hands twisting in her silken hair, guiding her movements without thinking.

"Easy, pet," I groan as she nips her teeth at the sensitive skin. "Take it slow... And suck onlyyy-fuck!”