Chapter 117
Aurora’s POV
My body aches but in the best, most delicious way. In the way that reminds me of how amazing last night was.
Soft yet heavy breathing comes from behind me, and I look back to see Thorne is still asleep. His arm is banded over my waist, so I carefully untangle it and stretch. Soft tingles still run through my body, even as I climb out of the bed and shuffle to the bathroom.
The sight of the reddened bite mark at the junction of my neck and shoulder has me pausing. A wave of desire washes over me as I remember the way Thorne had sunk his teeth into my shoulder while driving his cock into me.
Heat fills my cheeks, turning them pink, but I ignore the slight embarrassment. I reach up and run my fingers over the tender bite mark, a shudder of pleasure finding me. My body reacts, and a hot ache fills me.
Unable to stop myself, I brush my fingers over the mark again, squeezing my thighs together and biting back a gasp.
My wolf stirs within me, taking notice of my need for Thorne, which only makes my need for him grow. It makes me realize that she wants him too.
Now.
“And I’m right here, little mate,” a voice rumbles in my mind. Before I can react, Thorne is pressing against my back, his hard length settling against my ass. His hand settles on my back, pushing me down.
I let him bend me over the bathroom sink, already panting as he flips the hem of my racy nightgown up. He grinds against me, making me gasp as fire spreads in my body, and then, within seconds, I feel him slide inside me.
“Thorne,” I groan, pushing my hips back.
“Do you like my mark on you?” He growls, thrusting. I cry out when his tongue lathes over his mark. “Everyone will know that you’re mine,” he growls, thrusting into me again. “You’re mine, Aurora.” Thrust. “No one else can have you.” Thrust.
I groan when his teeth scrape against the mark and my vision blurs. I dig my fingers into the counter, needing stability as he fucks me.
“Fuck,” Thorne groans, pulling me back by my hips. His finger works my clit, sending me higher and higher.
I can’t speak… can’t think… all I can do is give myself to him as he fucks me, fast and hard then slow and soft.
Over and over, I come apart in his arms, until I can’t take any more. My legs give out, and I slump forward to where he must catch me to keep me from sliding to the floor. My entire body tingles with pleasure, but I’m exhausted.
Thorne curses, taking me into his arms and brushing my hair out of my face, apologizing, “I got a bit too rough, Aurora.” Thorne’s softer, worried tone when he lifts me into his arms makes me shake my head.
“No,” I mumble. “I liked it. I…” I yawn, and Thorne chuckles.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and back to bed,” he says softly, carrying me to the shower. I nod, letting him take charge as I doze off, satisfied and happy.
“I think she’s ready,” I murmur, not wanting to scare my own wolf off by speaking too loudly. I don’t know if that can happen, but I find that I can’t make myself talk any louder.
Thorne nods his big wolfy head and moves in front of me.
Like the other day, we are standing in the forest, surrounded by trees. The only sound around us is the fluttering of leaves in the wind and the sounds of little critters scurrying through the forest. The peaceful and quiet air calms my racing heart.
Closing my eyes, I reach inward. My wolf stirs, this time feeling stronger and more aware than she ever has.
“Mate.”
“Yes,” I tell her softly. “He’s here.”
“I want to meet him.”
Smiling, I bite my lip and nod. “He’s waiting for you, for us.”
Her presence grows, feeling closer and heavier than usual, and I realize she’s coming. I try not to get in the way, thinking only of giving her control while letting my mind and body become a blank slate, like Thorne said.
An ache forms in my arms, then my legs, then it spreads everywhere as my body begins to shift and change. It stretches and crunches painfully, remodeling itself to the form of my wolf. A keening cry echoes in the air, sounding animalistic, and I realize it came from me.
Just before I slump to the ground.
When I open my eyes, everything is clearer and sharper. Sounds are much easier to distinguish. And my sense of smell… Thorne’s scent fills the air, feeling like it’s everywhere all at once. It’s so much stronger than before, and I find myself wanting to wrap myself in it.
“Aurora.” Thorne’s voice fills my mind, and I look up. His wolf is standing in front of me, watching me curiously, and suddenly, I’m on my feet. My body moves almost as if I’m being controlled by someone else, but not at the same time.
My mind melds with the she-wolf in me, and I circle Thorne. He stays still, letting my wolf check him out, before playfully nipping at her.
She barrels into him, and we hit the ground, roll, and playfully bite at Thorne’s massive form. He plays along, nuzzling us and nipping at our shoulder where his mate mark is.
My wolf, like she was zapped by electricity, goes still then whines.
“It’s alright, mate. I’m here,” Thorne murmurs in my mind, rubbing his head under her head and against her neck. She growls happily at that before she also begins rubbing herself along his sides. She makes her desires for our mate and her loving emotions known when she lays against him, cuddling him on the ground.
“I think she’s happy,” I tell Thorne as we lay together under the sun. I soak it in, letting the sun’s warmth and Thorne’s warmth lull me into a comfortable calm.
“We all are. I’m happy that she trusted us enough to come out,” he responds, resting his wolf chin along the back of my neck. I lean further into his side but stiffen when I hear the crunch of something nearby.
My heightened senses are just as good as Thorne’s now, because he also stiffens and lifts his head.
My wolf growls in irritation at the interruption, then growls in anger as we sense two heavy wolf presences coming toward us.
“Intruders,” Thorne snarls, jumping up. I freeze, my mind immediately going to the only threat we know of at the moment. Flashes of the thin man and the scarred Alpha fill my mind, and I step back. Have they come back for me?
“They won’t get near you,” Thorne promises. He plants his paws in the ground, his claws digging into the grass, and stands between me and the incoming threat.
Just as Thorne is ready to defend us, two silver wolves break through the tree line. They shift mid-run, appearing as Grayson and Mrs. Ashford.
“I think we found a lead that can give us information on how your wolf was suppressed,” Grayson calls out, and I slump back to the ground, relieved.
