Chapter 71
Olivia's POV
When Ethan hesitated, lips unmoving, his body completely motionless like prey, I cursed myself for being so impulsive. I couldn’t believe I was throwing myself at him.
I started to pull away, embarrassment tinging my cheeks red, but Ethan growled low in his chest, a warning to stay put.
My eyes snapped open, and Ethan’s heated gaze was locked on me, the warmth of his body wrapping around me like a blanket. Our breaths mingled, bodies pressed close together, but neither of us spoke.
Ethan’s hands rose, painfully slow, to cup my neck. The sparks that danced across my skin at his touch were undeniable. They always had been.
Ethan’s fingers slid under my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze, “Tell me what’s in your head,” he murmured, his breath warm against my lips, his voice like a low rumble of thunder.
My heart thundered in my chest, and the words tumbled out before I could stop them. “I can feel it, Ethan. You’re my Mate. My wolf knows it, and I know it too. I just need to know…”
His sharp inhale cut through the quiet like a blade. For a moment, his expression twisted, and then I was hit with a wave of need, possessiveness, and lust. I was drunk with it, drunk on Ethan.
He was always so controlled and guarded, letting me feel a part of him he rarely showed.
He leaned down, his forehead resting against mine, and his hands slid down my arms to settle at my waist. “But I’m choosing you,” he said quietly.
The gravity of his admission left me breathless. My hands moved of their own accord threading into his hair. I could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat, grounding me. “Then stop holding back,” I whispered. “Let me in.”
Ethan’s answer came in the form of a kiss, slow and deliberate, but with a passion that spoke louder than words.
He lifted me effortlessly, setting me on the edge of the desk as the world outside seemed to disappear. For once, it was just us.
No Council. No ghosts of the past.
“We do this, it means you’re mine,” Ethan growled, his voice rough with desire.
The word sent shivers down my spine, and I nodded, unable to speak. My fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer.
Ethan's hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His lips left mine to trace a path along my jaw, down my neck. I tilted my head, offering him better access, and he took full advantage, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
A moan escaped me, and Ethan's grip on my waist tightened. He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with need. "Say it," he demanded, his voice husky. "Say you're mine."
I met his gaze, my heart pounding. "I'm yours, Ethan," I breathed.
Something primal flashed in his eyes and with a low growl, Ethan claimed my lips again, this time with unfiltered passion.
His kiss was demanding, possessive, as if he wanted to brand me as his own. I melted into him, my body molding against his as I returned his kiss with equal intensity.
His hands slid under my shirt, calloused fingers tracing patterns on my bare skin. I shivered at his touch, electricity coursing through my veins. Ethan broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he rested his forehead against mine.
"Luna," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "My Luna."
It started as a label of convenience, but now it made my heart soar. I cupped Ethan’s face in my hands, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. "My Alpha," I replied softly.
Ethan's eyes flashed gold, his wolf surging through. He lifted me off the desk, and I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively. With swift, purposeful strides, he carried me across the room to the large couch against the far wall.
Ethan lowered me onto the cool leather, his body covering mine as he settled between my thighs. His weight on top of me felt right and I arched into him, craving more contact, needing more of his touch.
He trailed kisses down my neck, pausing at the juncture where it met my shoulder. I knew what he was thinking. The Mating bite.
My pulse quickened at the thought. "Ethan," I whispered, threading my fingers through his hair. "Please."
I needed his Mark like I needed to breathe.
Ethan's POV
"Please." Olivia begged for my mark. Despite the overwhelming desire pulsing through my veins, I fought with every ounce of control to resist giving in.
The heat between us was like wildfire. Olivia's scent filled my nostrils, a heady musk of need that made my wolf howl with anticipation. Her body arched beneath mine, soft and pliant.
"Olivia," I growled, my voice rough with restraint and the need to dominate.
I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. The logical part of my brain screamed at me to slow down, to think this through. But my wolf recognized his second chance Mate, and the shock of that rocked me to my core.
With a fierce urgency, I tore off our clothes, my claws ripping through fabric like sharp knives. Every fiber of my being was focused on claiming her, possessing her in a way that no one else could.
With one swift and forceful movement, I sheathed myself into Olivia’s core fully, feeling her warmth and softness envelop me completely.
“Fuck.” I couldn’t hold back the growl in my voice. “You’re so wet for me.”
Our bodies fit together perfectly, as if they were made for each other.
My every sense was heightened - the scent of her skin, the sound of her moans, the taste of her skin. It was a feeling unlike any other, pure ecstasy coursing through my veins.
I couldn’t go slow, couldn’t hold back my need to pound into her. “Hold onto me.”
Olivia’s nails dug into my shoulders as I drove into her with powerful thrusts. The intensity of our connection was overwhelming, pleasure spiraling through me with each movement.
"Ethan," she gasped as her head fell back. My name on her lips was a prayer I answered with fervor, my hips snapping against hers with increasing urgency. The couch creaked beneath us, but I paid it no mind. All that mattered was Olivia, the way she felt around me, the way she responded to my touch.
My lips found her neck again, canines grazing skin. I fought the urge to mark her, to complete our bond.
My pace quickened, Olivia’s breathing ragged against my skin. I could feel the coil of tension building, my balls tightening and knew I was close.
"Look at me," I ordered.
Olivia's eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a gaze full of passion. The sight of her, flushed and breathless beneath me, nearly undid me.
"I want to see you when you come," I growled, my hips keeping their relentless pace.
Olivia's fingers dug deeper into my shoulders as she arched her back, pressing her breasts against my chest. "Ethan, I'm so close," she whimpered.
I could feel her inner walls beginning to flutter around me, her climax building. My own release was imminent with each thrust.
"Come for me, Luna," I commanded, my voice rough with desire. "Let go."
As if my words were the key to unlocking her pleasure, Olivia cried out, her body tensing beneath me as waves of ecstasy pushed me over to chase after her.
Olivia nestled against me, her head resting on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles over my skin. The moonlight spilled into the room, casting everything in a silvery glow.
“This feels… different,” she murmured, her voice soft but edged with uncertainty.
I wrapped my arms tighter around her, brushing my lips against her hair. “It is different,” I admitted, my voice low. “But it’s real.”
Her fingers stilled against my chest, and I could feel the question hanging in the air. Before she could ask, I exhaled and continued. “I haven’t marked you yet because… I want there to be no doubts left. No ghosts between us.”
Her head lifted, her eyes searching mine, and I cupped her cheek. “Soon, Olivia. You’re mine. And when I mark you, it’ll be forever.”
