133. Arnulf

CHAPTER 133

Arnulf

As I hurriedly traverse through the house, a surge of embarrassment floods over me, heightened by the realization that my companions had allowed me to walk around unaware of the state of my attire. The sensation of mortification prickles at my skin, mingling with the frustration of the situation.

Each step I take is accompanied by a sense of discomfort, the fabric of my torn pants chafing against my skin with every movement. The jagged edges of the tear catch on stray threads, adding to the disheveled appearance of my clothing.

Despite the reassurance that my bond mates have seen me in various states of undress before, the prospect of facing my mate in such a state sends a pang of insecurity coursing through me. I know that Aurora holds no judgment towards me, yet the thought of appearing unkempt in her presence gnaws at my confidence.

As I strip off the offending jeans, a wave of relief washes over me, the fabric feeling constricting and uncomfortable against my skin. With a frustrated sigh, I toss them into the garbage can, eager to be rid of them once and for all.

Turning back to my closet, I rummage through the assortment of clothes, searching for something more suitable. Each garment holds a distinct texture and scent, triggering memories and associations with its wearer.

Jayce's sense of style is impeccable, his clothes exuding confidence and sophistication. Dom, on the other hand, favors a more rugged aesthetic, his attire reflecting his rebellious nature and edgy allure.

Dimitri's wardrobe is practical and utilitarian, his clothing designed for functionality above all else. Alaric, with his regal bearing, dresses with an air of elegance and refinement, his garments befitting of his royal status.

And then there's Klaus, whose flawless appearance seems effortless in any attire, his handsome features complemented by his impeccable fashion sense.

As I sift through the array of clothing, I can't help but envy the ease with which each of them carries themselves, their outfits serving as an extension of their personalities and individuality.

Here I am, the mate that's built the lightest out of everybody. I don't have the muscles that the bear and the dragon have or the wolves' definition. I just have a very fit build, light definition, light on the muscles. Light on everything as far as I'm concerned. I'm so lost in my own inner monologue that I don't notice until I turn around that my mate is standing there watching me.

"I'm sorry I came home with my clothes destroyed," I say softly as I lower my eyes, ashamed of the way I had looked earlier.

Aurora steps into my closet and wraps her arms around my waist, and lays her head on my shoulder. "My love, you can walk around this house buck naked, and you'd still be perfect to me." She slowly lifts her head and kisses my chest, my neck, and then my jaw. I can't help but make that whistling noise that my Eagle makes when he's excited. He's practically preening in the back of my head that our mate called us perfect.

As Aurora steps back, the air seems to crackle with anticipation, a charged atmosphere enveloping us both. My senses heighten, acutely aware of her presence and the subtle shifts in her demeanor.

I feel her gaze lingering on me, her eyes scanning my form with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. The touch of her fingers against my skin sends a jolt of electricity coursing through me, igniting a primal urge deep within.

Her touch is gentle yet electrifying, trailing a path from my pecs down to my abdomen, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. I can't help but tense as her fingers hover near my hips, a nervous energy coursing through me.

Then, without warning, she strikes, her hands darting out to seize me at my most vulnerable spot. The sensation is overwhelming, a rush of ticklishness flooding my senses and causing me to gasp for breath.

I collapse to the floor, my body convulsing with laughter as I struggle to protect myself from her relentless assault. Each touch sends waves of sensation rippling through me, overwhelming my senses and leaving me helpless in her grasp.

In that moment, all I can do is surrender to the onslaught, my laughter mingling with the sounds of the night as Aurora's mischievous laughter fills the air around us.

I'm more concerned about accidentally striking out and harming her and the babies then I am about my own body sustaining damage. I roll onto my back and try to shove her lightly just to keep her hands from those horrible tickle zones.

Aurora takes control and sits directly upon my crotch. She then places her hands flat on my pecs, using them for balance. She has that mild ethereal glow in her eyes as she stares down at me. My fight or flight instinct isn't as strong as it used to be, but it's still there for moments like this. She's looking me up and down as if I'm a snack or something delectable that she would like to devour.

Granted, I am a man, and I wouldn't mind my mate devouring me every once in a while. But being a much smaller predator than she is when she's shifted, I still get a little nervous. I trust her with my life and know that she would never do anything to harm me. But instinct can be a bitch at times and make you afraid over nothing.

Aurora's head tilts left and right and then back again several times, trying to assess the situation. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours, my love?" Aurora asks, then leans down the best she can, trying to reach my lips.

At this point, I realize that her stomach is just big enough that she can't easily fold over to get to me. In a feat of strength, I move us both so that I'm leaning against the wall. I'm using my shoulders as support just so she can curl closer towards me. Gently, I run my hands up and down her sides, massaging her back a little while I'm at it.

Her beast makes that rumbling purr that tells me she's pleased with what I'm doing. Leaning forward, I lightly nibble her jaw and then work my way down to her throat, sending goosebumps over her skin. She rolls her head back and away, giving me full access—a very submissive move. Honestly speaking, I'm not used to being the dominant one when it comes to us having an intimate moment. It's an interesting feeling being in control. Think I kind of like it. Pushing the boundaries just a little bit, I grip her hair in my hand, holding her head back. She growls lightly at me, and then a smile graces her perfectly delectable lips.

Definitely no rejection here whatsoever. I decide to be a little bolder, and I feel my canines descend. Leaning forward, I lightly bite her shoulder, and she starts squirming in my lap. I feel the moisture pooling between us. I bring my free hand down between us and start playing with that nub of sensitive nerves. She practically writhes in my lap, grinding hard against my swollen member.

At the rate she's going, neither one of us will last very long. I bite her shoulder harder and pinch that nub of nerves sending her over the edge. She's bucking and grinding down hard upon me. It takes all of my restraint to keep from blowing my load like a randy teenager.

I've had enough. I just have to have her. I reach down between us and push my jeans down and out of the way, freeing myself from its cotton confinement. Aurora sees what I'm doing and quickly rips her underwear free from her body, sending the tattered mass flying. Without any hesitation, she quickly impales herself upon my length and throws her head back, moaning loudly. Who says heaven isn't real? I found it right here in my closet. I change my angle slightly, to give her more of my length and grip her hips, helping her bounce up and down as quick as she wants.

We're both panting and moaning, grinding ourselves against each other as hard as we can. I can feel through the bond that we're both climbing to the peak at the same time, both of us within a breath of ecstasy. I lean forward, still masterfully moving her upon my length. My lips brush against her flesh with a feather-light touch to her throat, causing her muscles to clinch down tight around my shaft. I already feel my balls tightening, drawing up as far as they can. If we keep at it this way, I'll be done before she is. I refuse to come before she does.

I lean forward quickly and sink my canines into her neck, missing the artery but hitting a sensitive spot. She screams loudly, her voice carrying throughout the entire house as she digs her claws into my shoulder. Then it happens; she sinks her canines deeply into my flesh, setting off a cascade of orgasms between us. I can't tell where one starts, and the next one ends as we both bite harder on each other. Eventually, exhaustion overcomes the two of us, and we stop moving.

I pull a blanket from beside me and wrap it around the two of us, cradling my greatest treasure against me. We start to lick each other's wounds, and her beast's grumble soothes my bird. It's then we hear someone clearing their throat. Like two little kids who got their hands caught in the cookie jar, we lift our heads up quickly and look at the door. Alaric is standing there with his arms crossed over his chest with a knowing smirk on his lips. "So, maybe I should bust the ass out of my pants more often," he says jokingly as he looks between the two of us.

Aurora rolls her eyes and then hits him with a ball of frost. "Get the hell out of here," she says. Neither Alaric nor I can tell if she's joking or being serious. Softly, she yawns and buries her face against my throat, laying her head upon my shoulder. I guess I wore her out—score one for me. I'll take this minor victory when I can get it; it's not often that I don't tap out first. Alaric looks into my room then looks back at us. He disappears for several minutes and then returns with a bunch of pillows and blankets from my bed. He drops them on the floor next to us and motions for me to lay us both down.

"Make sure she rests well. Apparently, there's going to be a big celebration tomorrow for the defeat of Tomas," Alaric says and smiles

"You got it!" I say as I slowly maneuver us to lay side by side. Aurora moves and puts her head on my shoulder, snuggling in against me tightly. Half expecting to find one of the other mates popping in to share the snuggles with me, I look around. For once we're alone, and I'm kind of feeling very spoiled at the moment.

Softly, I began singing a song that was sung to me when I was younger, to soothe Aurora into a deeper sleep. I'm not sure how long it takes, but eventually, her beast stops making its happy grumbles, and she's silent. Her grip on my flesh has loosened, and the tenseness that was between her brows is gone.

Once I'm sure she's sleeping comfortably, I finally allow myself to close my eyes and take the much-needed nap with her. It's a new experience for me, just the two of us will be allowed this time alone. The last time I can remember us being alone was the night of the mating flight. Since then, there's always been somebody coming in after all the fun is over and sleeping with us. I know it's a pack thing, especially with the wolves, that they have to be close to their mate. However, I appreciate them giving us this time so we could just be. I drift off to sleep once I'm sure everything is perfect in my little world.