Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Moon Dance 2
His eyes have gone completely red, feral as he releases his fangs. The sharp points gleam in the moonlight.
Nyra’s eyes widen in shock. Oh no. He’s about to mark me!
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Adrian isn’t listening to reason. He had tried to be patient, he really had--but seeing her wearing the dress he spent days preparing--for another man is the final breaking point.
He grips her hands, pinning them roughly above her head.
"Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me tonight?" he growls, his voice rough.
Nyra glares up at him despite the frantic beating of her heart. "Why the fuck are you acting so jealous?"
She hates the way her eyes start to sting with tears. "You didn’t even ask me to the dance. So what’s your problem?"
Adrian looks even angrier. "I had no idea I had to ask my own mate to be my date to the dance."
"Well, maybe you should have." Her eyes start to sting with unshed tears. "Instead, you let me believe someone else wanted me."
His hand grips her waist through the fabric unapologetically.
"Still, that doesn’t give you the right to wear the dress I bought for another man! Do you even understand what you did!?"
She freezes, her hand going completely limp in Adrian’s hold. "What?"
His jaw clenches. "I spent days choosing it. I had it tailored for you. Every stitch. Every measurement. And then I walk in..." His laugh is bitter. "...you’re dancing with another Alpha in it."
Shock washes across her face as the pieces click into place. "Wait, you... sent the dress?"
Adrian doesn’t answer, but the burning anger in his gaze says enough.
"I..." Nyra swallows hard. "I didn’t know." Her face burns with humiliation, wondering why Jason didn’t correct her about the gift.
Or did he also send something to her?
Still, she tries to shove him away, but it’s useless. "That still doesn’t give you the right to humiliate me like that, Adrian. Let go!"
His red eyes are pinned on her, completely unblinking. "But it gives me one hell of a right to mark you right now, so that next time you don’t mistake who you belong to."
With that, he grabs her chin and slams their lips together, fangs digging into her bottom lip.
Nyra lets out a whine that quickly dissolves into a moan when Adrian shoves his tongue in, kissing her like he is trying to own her from the inside out.
Damn him for being such a good kisser.
Nyra trembles, completely undone by the sharp scent of his pheromones.
But her wolf is dancing in approval, eager to be completely claimed and marked by her mate.
He groans and pulls away, mouth dropping to her to the scent gland right by her neck.
He licks it lavishly, groaning as his tongue traces slow, deliberate circles that send sparks of raw pleasure shooting through their veins.
Nyra’s wolf purrs in surrender, and her body arches into him, betraying every ounce of fight she clung to.
Adrian kisses the spot one last time. Then without warning; he fucking bites.
The mark sinks deep, fangs piercing flesh with a flash of white-hot pain that dissolves instantly into liquid euphoria.
Nyra cries out, her fingers flying into Adrian’s shoulders as waves of pleasure slam through her.
She has never felt anything like this. Didn’t even know it was possible.
The bond snaps into place, flooding her senses with him. She can feel every emotion higher now, including the hot blinding rage-lust bubbling in his chest in that moment.
"Adrian..." she whimpers, clutching him tight. "Y-you marked me!"
He pulls back just enough to look at her, eyes blazing with a mix of possessiveness, and hunger.
Then he licks her blood off his lips, red eyes staring so intensely, like he is trying to reach for her soul--the sight of it makes her entire body shiver.
He looks so rogue like this, feral and completely out of control. It sends an unwanted wave of heat between her legs, and she presses her legs together.
Adrian doesn’t wait. He spins her around, pressing her front against the cool wall of the room. The red dress he got made with so much care rides up her thighs as his hands shove the fabric higher, baring her completely.
His hand comes down to cup her, while his tongue laps over the fresh mark again. "Mine! Say it... fuck!"
Nyra trembles, her wolf aching for him. The words slip out before she can stop herself- "Y-yours."
"Damn right!" He hums, and frees himself with a rough tug. His hard, already leaking cock slaps against her bare ass.
"Jason can’t make you tremble this good, can he?" He pulls her back onto his bare cock, lining up. "Tell me?"
Nyra shakes her head, fingers digging into the hard wall. "N-no."
"Exactly. Just me. You carry my mark now! You’re only mine!"
That’s all the warning Nyra gets before Adrian drives into her in one desperate thrust.
Nyra’s moan echoes off the walls, loud and broken. He fills her completely, stretching her in that perfect, overwhelming way only her mate can.
The mating mark amplifies everything--the slide of his cock, the heat of his body caging hers, the way his chest rumbles against her back.
She can feel every. Single. Thing.
He fucks her fast and desperate, hips snapping forward with bruising force. Each thrust slams her into the wall, her breasts pressed flat, nipples aching against the fabric that still clings to her skin.
"Fuck, you feel so damn good," he rasps, teeth grazing the fresh mark on her neck. Every stroke is punishing, relentless, born from weeks of undeniable want he’s been trying to hold back.
Nyra’s brain completely melts under his touch. Every vile word, everything he’s done-- she can’t remember anything. All she can think of is the feel of her Alpha claiming her over and over again, groaning like he’s the one being fucked.
"Adrian...slow please.." she moans, fingers pressed uselessly against the wall, seeking purchase as pleasure coils tight in her belly.
"No!" He groans low in his throat, hand snaking around to rub her clit in tight, frantic circles, never slowing his pace.
The sound of skin slapping skin fills the quiet classroom, mingled with her gasps and his groans. Sweat beads on their bodies.
Her pheromones after weeks of being faint, finally blooms in the empty room, driving Adrian even more crazy. He slams harder, releasing his own pheromones to match hers.
The intensity of their mixed scents, combined with Adrian’s relentless pounding sends Nyra over the edge.
She comes hard, clenching around him with a shattered cry. Both of them open their bonds, letting their pleasure crash and mix like tidal waves.
It feels so damn good.
Adrian growls, fucking up into her harder and faster. He can feel the intense pleasure of her orgasm through the bond-- pushing him close to the edge craze. He can’t stop thrusting through her organism until she’s crying and whimpering from the oversensitivity.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" His head lolls onto her shoulder, hands pulling her hips back into every thrust. "It’ll be a miracle if I can keep my cock out of you after this.."
Nyra throws her head back, Adrian’s words eliciting even more moans from her throat.
He’s so close, she can feel how uneven and rough his rhythm has become. His hips are moving hard and desperate, chasing his high.
"I want to knot you." He announces, "gonna-ah, gonna make you mine completely!"
He buries his face in her neck, licking the mark he left earlier. The sensation sends fresh sparks dancing across her nerves.
Then he bites again. Straight through the first mark.
"Ah... Adrian!" . Nyra screams, as pleasure-pain explodes through the bond like fireworks, so intense her vision whites out.
And just like that, every game between them has completely dissolved.
He is hers.
She is his.
Adrian’s rhythm falters as his knot begins to swell. He grinds deep, locking them together with a low groan. The knot stretches her perfectly, pressing against every sensitive spot inside.
He comes, flooding her with hot pulses that trigger yet another orgasm from her, that sends her entire body convulsing so hard, her knees give out.
Adrian catches her before she can hit th floor, holding her carefully against his chest. For several long seconds, neither of them speaks.
Their breathing is uneven, the silence between them louder than any argument they’d ever had.
He gently brushes a loose curl away from her face with a tenderness that contrasts the roughness from earlier, then pulls a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wipes away the blood left around the fresh mark on her neck.
"Does it hurt?" he asks quietly.
Nyra can’t bring herself to answer.
He sighs against her skin, then presses a slow kiss to her cheek. Then her temple. Then her lips--a quick peck.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes are silver again, locked on her, shimmering with want that goes far beyond what they just shared.
"Come back to the condo with me now that we’re fully bonded mates," he murmurs. "Please?"
