Chapter 5

5

PROMISES

Octavia

The stars are twinkling and the moon is high in the sky, casting a silver hue over everything it touches as we stumble into our suite, laughter spilling from our lips like the sweet remnants of our day in the woods. The scent of nature lingers on our skin, mingling with the heady rush of adrenaline that comes from being so close to each other. Wyatt's hand finds mine, our fingers intertwining effortlessly as if they were always meant to fit together.

As the door clicks shut behind us, the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of us in this intimate space, charged with unspoken energy. I can feel my heart racing, a wild drumbeat echoing in my chest, and I glance up at Wyatt. His eyes are dark, almost stormy, filled with a hunger that makes my breath hitch in my throat.

Without a word, he steps closer, invading my personal space until there’s barely an inch between us. I can feel the heat radiating off him, a magnetic pull that draws me in. And then, as if the universe has finally decided to set us free, our lips collide in a kiss that ignites everything inside me.

It’s wild and passionate, a whirlwind of emotions and desires that we’ve both kept hidden for too long it seems. My body responds instinctively, melting against him as his hands cradle my face, his touch igniting sparks that travel from my lips down to my toes. I lose myself in him, in the taste of his mouth, his tongue roughly stroking mine, the way he pulls me closer to his sculpted pecs and cut abs, deepening the kiss until the world outside our suite fades into nothingness.

Wyatt's hands slide down my arms, tracing the curves of my body until they rest on my plump waist, pulling me against him. I can feel his heart beating in sync with mine, both of us caught in this moment where nothing else matters. It’s intoxicating, and I want more. The huge bulge in the front of his pants is unmistakable as it presses against my belly.

“Octavia,” he breathes against my lips, his voice low and husky, and I shiver at the sound. “You feel so good in my arms, baby.”

I can’t respond, not with words. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as I kiss him again, desperate and needy. I jump to wrap my legs around his waist and he catches me, like I knew he would. The kiss deepens, and I can feel his warmth enveloping me, his hands roaming over my ass, fingers splayed wide as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of me, squeezing to the point I know there will be finger shaped bruises tomorrow.

But then, as our kisses grow more fervent, I feel a shift in the air—a realization that sends a jolt of panic through me. I’m a virgin. The thought hits me like a shockwave, and I pull back, breathless and wide-eyed.

Wyatt’s brow furrows in concern as he senses my hesitation. “What’s wrong?”

“I—I need to tell you something,” I stammer, my cheeks flushing. But the primal need surges within me, my wolf instincts kicking in. I look into his eyes, and I know I want him. I need him.

I slam my lips against his once more and lose myself in Wyatt. I never really expected him. Sometimes people sneak up on you then suddenly you don’t know how you ever existed without them.

We are each pulling at clothes, trying to see who can get each other naked the fastest, almost like a kinky game neither of us were planning on. The last to go is my black lace thong and he just stares for a moment. Like time is suspended. Wyatt snaps back and carries me towards our unmade bed and lowers us both to the sheets. He props up on one elbow and crushes his mouth to mine once more as if our lips are super magnets.

I can feel his dick twitch against my hip and my pussy is so wet it’s dripping down my folds. I reach down to touch his growing cock as his hand slowly makes its way down my hip to my center. Running his fingers through my wetness he can feel I'm ready for him.

“Wait.” My body stiffening as I place my hand on his pec, feeling the light dusting of hair on his chest. It’s then I noticed he has tattoos spanning his entire upper chest that wraps around his upper arms. Another time I will be exploring all this ink.

“What, baby?” He asks, as he moves to settle between my spread thighs.

“Um… should we use a condom or something?” My voice is muffled by a slight panic blossoming in my chest.

“Gorgeous, we’re mates. We’re gonna have your Luna ceremony soon. Right now, I want to feel you with nothing between us. I want to feel your silky wetness wrapped around my cock as I fuck you for the first time.”

I sigh, relaxing my body as much as I can because his words just lit me up like the fourth of July. “Okay, but -”

“Enough talking, baby. I need you! I just want to hear ‘yes’, ‘harder’ and ‘more’ from you.” Wyatt leans over me and kisses me before running his tongue over the bottom lip.

He lines up and there in the back of my mind, I know I wanted to tell him something important but all I can think about is getting him inside me. Then it’s there. He rams his thick cock home to the hilt in one thrust. It wouldn’t hurt so bad because I’m literally soaked but I’m a ..well was a virgin. Yup, that’s what I was supposed to tell him.

“Ohh fuuccckkk,” I wail as he pulls slightly back and thrusts again, just more shallow this time.

He slides his hand up the side of my neck, tangling his fingers in the nape of my hair. The flesh of my hip in his other hand. I gasped as I meet his eyes.

“You didn’t tell me that you were untouched mate, I would have gone slower and easier but it’s too late now because I've had a feeling of you and I can’t stop,” his eyes alight with a burning desire.

Every time his dick slammed into me, his balls slapped against my ass causing my body to twitch and a moan to escape my mouth. He thrusts harder each time I moan and I know he needs the release. Wyatt pulls my body against his forcefully as he continues to make me bounce off his shaft.

“You love this cock baby?”

“Yes,” I say as I buck beneath him.

He lays down closer on my chest, smashing my tits against him. “This is my pussy.” Pulling my hair a little harder, wrapping what he can around his fist. “I will take it when I want, wherever I want it.”

“Yes, yes. Oh, yes baby!” I yell, my pussy convulsing against his cock.

“Wyatt,” I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely above a breath. “I need to mark you.”

His expression shifts, confusion giving way to excitement as sweat drips down his temple. “Mark me? You mean…”

I nod, swallowing hard as the weight of my confession settles between us. “I need to claim you, to seal our bond.”

A slow smile spreads across his face, and the warmth in his eyes ignites something deep within me. He’s still slowly rocking into me and I know I’m seconds from something big. “Let’s do it, then,” he says, his voice filled with fervor. “At the same time. Together.”

The air around us crackles with anticipation, and I can feel the pull of our destinies intertwining. We move together, a synchrony of bodies and souls as we prepare for this moment that will bind us in ways I can’t yet comprehend.

Wyatt leans in, capturing my lips once more, and I melt into him, my heart racing as I feel the heat of his body against mine. He whispers promises of forever, and I lose myself in the rhythm of our kisses. Each touch, each caress, sends electric sensations coursing through me, heightening my senses until I feel dizzy with desire.

As the kiss deepens, I feel my wolf instincts rising, the need to mark him becoming more urgent. My senses sharpen, and I can feel the pull of his essence, the way he calls to me in ways I never knew were possible. He starts to swell, and I think his knot is forming because his hips are barely separating from mine now.

“Wyatt,” I gasp, breaking the kiss, and I can see the wildness in his eyes. “Now.”

He nods, a primal look crossing his features as he leans in closer. I can feel the heat radiating off him, and as our lips meet again, I feel something shift within me. My wolf instincts surge, and I know that this is the moment we’ve both been waiting for.

With a quick movement, I sink my teeth into his shoulder, a sharp bite that sends a thrill through my entire being. At the same time, I feel his teeth graze my skin, a gentle but firm pressure that ignites every nerve ending in my body. In that instant, the world explodes around us — fireworks of the sensation of what I know is the best orgasm known to all mankind, of the bond that is sealing us together.

I can feel the energy between us swirling, a powerful force that envelops us as we both release our marks, our essences intertwining in a way that feels ancient. It’s overwhelming, the pleasure cascading through me as I lose myself in him, in this moment that feels like it’s been written in the stars.

Wyatt gasps, and I can feel his grip on my hip tighten as the waves of ecstasy crash over us again, each pulse bringing us closer together. I can see the realization dawning in his eyes — the completeness of what we’ve just done, the bond we’ve forged that can never be broken.

For the first time since I met him, Wyatt looks whole, and it fills me with a sense of triumph. We are bound, fated to one another in a way that transcends everything else.

As the last waves of pleasure recede, I pull back slightly, brush his long hair away from his face, looking into his green eyes. They’re filled with a mixture of awe and desire, a reflection of everything we’ve just shared.

“Octavia,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I never knew. I never thought?—”

“I know,” I reply softly, my heart swelling with affection. “But you’re the only one I want. The only one I need. I love you Wyatt Saltman.”

He brushes a thumb across my cheek, and I can see the promise in his gaze. “And I’ll be the only one for you. I love you Octavia Bellmont, soon to be Saltman. Forever.”

We lean in for another kiss, this one softer, more tender, filled with the weight of everything that has just transpired. As our lips meet, I know that this is just the beginning of our journey together — the undeniable bond that has just been sealed between us.

In this moment, surrounded by the remnants of our connection, I feel an overwhelming sense of hope.