Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers

Warning: Mature content in the chapter

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Evaline:

The mattress dipped beneath his weight as his body came down over mine, shielding me from the lingering chill of the dark room. My breath caught when his lips brushed the curve of my jaw, soft but unsteady, as though even he was fighting the wine that burned in his veins.

His hands - broad, warm, trembling - slid over my bare arms before pausing at my waist. For a long moment he hovered there, his forehead resting against mine, and I could hear his uneven breaths, ragged, hungry, restrained.

I could feel him. The bond pulsed between us like a living thing, warm and insistent, each throb syncing with the frantic beat of my heart. It terrified me. It thrilled me.

His fingers moved on my waist, grazing the skin of my stomach, and I arched into his touch. A soft gasp escaped me, and I felt his lips curve faintly against my cheek at the sound... as if he was memorizing it.

My top was gone in the next breath. I barely realized how quickly he pulled it over my head before his mouth covered mine again, deeper, hungrier. His taste was sharp with wine, yet beneath it lingered something wholly him... warm, dark, intoxicating. I drowned in it, let it anchor me when the room kept spinning.

His hand cupped my cheek while the other traced down my side, steadying me as I trembled beneath him. Every brush of his fingers against my skin made me burn hotter, needier, and yet he moved with aching patience, as though afraid to break me.

When his lips left mine, they traveled down - over my throat, to the hollow at its base, and lower still. I gasped again, fingers clutching the sheets when his mouth closed around the swell of my breast through the fabric of my bra. My back arched helplessly, pressing myself into him. His groan was low, muffled, vibrating against my skin, but it made heat pool deep inside me.

I couldn't think. Couldn't question. Couldn't stop.

His hands moved with surety, unclasping the barrier between us, letting the fabric fall away. Cool air brushed my bare skin for only a second before his mouth claimed one of the nipples. His tongue teased, his lips sucked gently, while his hand kneaded the other breast as though desperate to worship every inch.

My breath came in shallow pants. "Please…" I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for, but I knew I needed more... needed him.

He lifted his head at that, and though my vision failed me in the darkness, I felt warm all over because I was able to feel the intensity of his gaze. His breathing was also coming uneven... just like mine.

In the silence, our bond pulsed stronger, weaving around me, through me, until it felt like I couldn't exist without his touch.

His hands trailed lower, over my ribs, my hips, stopping at the button of my jeans. For a heartbeat he hesitated, his thumb brushing over the metal as though asking silently. My body gave the answer before my mind could. I arched toward him, my thighs parting slightly in surrender.

The sound he made then was primal, a growl choked with need, but still he was careful. He unfastened my jeans slowly, dragging the zipper down inch by inch, before sliding the denim over my hips and legs. The rough fabric left goosebumps on my skin, leaving me bare in only a scrap of cotton underwear.

He hovered above me again, but lower now, his lips brushing my stomach, trailing fire as they dipped lower. I squirmed beneath him, my fingers tangling in his hair when his breath ghosted over the thin fabric barrier.

My body was trembling while heat pooled deep within me so fiercely I thought I would shatter. And when his mouth finally pressed against my aching core, even through the fabric, I gasped out loud.

He froze. Just for a moment. But then his hands tightened on my thighs, pulling me closer, and his mouth returned with a hunger that stole every thought from me.

And then... the last piece of fabric on my body was gone in seconds, tugged away by impatient hands, and then there was nothing between us.

Before I could even process the fact that I was completely naked under him, another gasp left my lips as his mouth found my clit. His tongue slipped between my folds, grazing the hidden sensitive bud that had sweet tingles of pure pleasure running through my entire body.

He wasted no time as he began worshipping me - slow, reverent, yet unrelenting. His tongue was relentless, and he didn't slow down until I was writhing beneath him. The sheets twisted in my fists and tears stung the corners of my eyes from the sheer intensity.

Every flick of his tongue, every suck, every gentle scrape of his teeth sent me spiraling higher. He held me firmly when I tried to twist away from the overwhelming pleasure, his low growl vibrating against me.

Every touch, every kiss, every lick... was new for me. No one had ever touched me like this ever.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, it came... crashing over me like fire and lightning, my first release, raw and blinding. I cried out, my voice breaking, my back arching as the world tilted and shattered.

He didn't stop until I slumped back against the pillows, trembling, breathless, my body too sensitive to bear another touch. Only then did he lift his head.

His eyes met mine in the darkness, and though I couldn't see his face clearly, I knew. I felt it in the bond, in the way my heart clenched. This was my mate.

He kissed me again, tasting of wine and me, desperate and consuming. And when I felt his body press against mine fully for the first time - hard, hot, straining beneath the layers of his clothes - I knew this night was only beginning.