Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers

Warning: Mature content in the chapter

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Evaline:

My heart stopped.

For a second, I wasn't even sure I had heard him correctly. The word echoed in my head, bouncing around like a bell with no rhythm. Strip?

I blinked again, my brain stuttering as it tried to catch up. Heat flared in my cheeks and all the blood in my body started rushing in too many directions at once.

He said what?

I stood frozen, staring at him, wide-eyed and unmoving.

He tilted his head slightly, and a crooked smirk teased his lips. He looked smug and amused. "Are you done playing the game now?" he asked, his voice calm, almost bored.

There was a glint in his eyes though. A challenge.

He didn't think I would do it.

He thought I would blush, maybe stammer or laugh it off. That I would back down.

And maybe, just maybe, that's exactly what I would have done a couple of months ago. Or maybe even a month ago.

But that's not who I was anymore.

I dropped my gaze to the hem of my red Christmas sweater, the one with little snowflakes along the edge, the one that looked so innocent but now suddenly felt like a barrier between me and something far more dangerous.

I grabbed it with both hands and in one swift, fluid motion, pulled it over my head and tossed it aside.

The air kissed my newly exposed skin, and I caught the flash of unmistakable shock in Draven's eyes.

Victory.

I smirked, my chest rising and falling in anticipation.

But I wasn't done.

Not yet.

My fingers dipped into the waistband of my trousers. And slowly, deliberately, I pushed them down my hips, letting them fall in a quiet rustle to the floor. I stepped out of them, barefoot on the warm rug, standing in nothing but my matching red silk bra and panty set.

They hugged my curves perfectly, both small pieces adorned with little bows that somehow made them feel even more revealing than they already were.

I felt the shift in the air as his gaze swept over me. His eyes burned across every inch of my skin, slow and possessive. And the longer he stared, the more beautiful I felt. Not just because of the way I looked, but because of the way he looked at me... like I was his entire damn universe.

I had always known I was pretty. People told me since I was a child. But for a long time, that beauty had been my biggest trauma and I latter lost it to malnourishment. It wasn't until recently - after I started eating better, after I started healing - that I felt truly at home in my body.

Tonight, I wasn't just showing off for him.

I was claiming my space. My power. My right to be desired.

When he still didn't move, I lifted an eyebrow at him in challenge. "Well?" I asked, my voice low and laced with false innocence.

Draven's lips curved into a slow, wolfish grin.

He reached for the hem of his own sweater and pulled it off in one motion, tossing it carelessly onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Then came the black jeans. He unbuttoned slowly, with just enough deliberation to make my breath catch. He slid them down, stepping out of them like he had all the time in the world.

And then… his boxers.

Gone.

He stood there, completely bare, without a hint of shame or hesitation.

And god.

He was breathtaking.

It wasn't my first time seeing him like this, but every time felt like the first. Like the universe had sculpted him just for me.

Broad shoulders, toned chest, lean hips, and thighs strong enough to cage me in any way he wanted. His length stood proudly between us, thick and hard, already glistening slightly at the tip. A sharp contrast to his otherwise composed expression.

My mouth went dry.

He took a single step toward me.

Then another.

Until he was close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him again, wrapping around me like an invisible touch.

"Kneel," he said, his voice dark and velvet-smooth, but there was steel beneath it.

My breath hitched.

It wasn't a request.

It was a command.

And gods, I hadn't realized how much I needed to hear that side of him until now. The side that didn't just tease or smirk or play - this side that took.

I wasn't afraid, or hesitation. I was actually excited.

The air left my lungs in a slow exhale as I dropped to my knees on the soft rug beneath us.

My heart was pounding like a drum in my chest, loud and chaotic, and the rush of warmth between my legs made me tremble.

Draven stepped closer, the head of his length just inches from my face.

He reached out and gently ran his fingers through my hair, caressing my head with a surprising tenderness.

His voice was low when he spoke again. "Go on, mate. Show me just how much you want me."

The sentence burned through me. Every word sank into my skin like flame, lighting something feral inside me.

And without hesitation, I lifted my eyes to meet his... and obeyed.

I didn't break eye contact with him as I inched closer, but instead of reaching where he clearly expected me to, my lips found the softer skin of his thigh.

He inhaled sharply, the sound barely audible, but enough for me to feel the effect I had on him. His eyes fluttered shut.

"Keep them open," I whispered against his skin. "Watch me, Draven."

There was a pause, just a heartbeat, and then his lashes lifted. And when our eyes locked again, the look he gave me nearly undid every ounce of control I had.

Desire was burning in those depths, mixed with reverence, as if I were something sacred. Something untouchable. And yet, here I was, touching him like he was my most cherished person in the world.

And he was.