Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers

Warning: Mature content in the chapter

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Evaline:

The world blurred around me, lost between shadows and the heat of his body. My back sank deeper into the mattress as his weight settled above me, careful, controlled, yet trembling with restraint.

As his bare skin came in contact with mine, I shivered. He just undressed, but the room was too dark for me to see his fine body. And even though I felt my fingers twitching to touch him, feel him... I kept them by my sides.

The mate bond was pulsing between us like a living thing, humming louder with every breath. My heart was racing, drowning out the faint creak of the bed as he aligned himself closer.

I gasped when I felt him, hard and burning against me, pressing insistently against the my inner thighs. My legs trembled, instinct making them part and inviting him without words.

His lips brushed my cheek, then moved lower, ghosting over my jaw as if he couldn't decide whether to kiss me or simply breathe me in.

His hand slid down, fingers trembling as they trailed over my skin. My body arched into him, helpless, as if I had been waiting my entire life for this single moment. My chest was rising and falling rapidly, my skin alive under his touch, my entire being screaming for him.

His mouth found one of my nipples again and he gave it a long luck before sucking it in, forcing a groan past my lips. His hand massaged the other nipple before it got replaced by his mouth.

Then, his hand moved south. His fingers trailed a burning path down my belly and slipped between my thighs without hesitation this time, his fingers slipping past my wet folds and finding my entrance.

And then I felt one of his fingers slipping inside me, stretching me and causing a moan to escape me. Once he started pumping his finger in-and-out, I was moaning non-stop. And just as I started feeling like I was getting closer to the edge of some cliff, he pulled his finger out and his mouth stopped switching between my nipples.

He shifted, and I once again felt his hard length... this time right against my entrance. But instead of moving forward...

He paused.

Even in the dark, I felt the hesitation ripple through him. His forehead rested against mine, breaths ragged, body shaking with the need he fought to contain.

I whimpered, the sound soft, broken, desperate... and his control snapped.

Slowly, achingly, he pressed forward.

The stretch burned at first, unfamiliar and overwhelming, but my body welcomed him, instinctively molding to his shape. My nails dug into his back as a low cry escaped me, muffled against his shoulder.

He froze, groaning deep in his chest, every muscle in his body drawn tight as a bowstring. His hands cupped my face, lips brushing mine as if to soothe, to ask without words if I could bear it.

And then… I melted.

The pain dulled just a bit, but the warmth that bloomed deep inside me and expanded with my every shallow breath, pulled my attention away from the pain. I clung to him, pulling him closer, silently telling him not to stop.

His hips moved, tentative at first - small, careful thrusts that made my breath hitch. Each movement sent sparks racing up my spine, each shift of his body inside mine binding me tighter to him.

The room spun, but I didn't care. All I felt was him... surrounding me, claiming me, filling the hollow places I never knew existed.

My legs wrapped around his waist without thought, urging him deeper. His answering growl rumbled against my throat, and this time, he obeyed.

He slid deeper, filling me completely. My mouth parted in a soundless cry as my body arched helplessly beneath him, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness.

His lips captured mine, muffling the sound, kissing me as though I were air and he was starved.

The world outside ceased to exist. There was no inn room, no past, no future... only the dark, the heat, the bond tying us together as his movements grew stronger, surer, hungrier.

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, scattering my thoughts until all that remained was instinct. My fingers tangled in his hair, my body rising to meet his.

He whispered something - words I couldn't hear clearly, slurred by wine and need - but the way his low voice broke against my ear made my chest tighten. Whether it was my name or nothing at all, it didn't matter.

Because I already knew.

He was mine.

And I was his.

The mate bond blazed inside me, fierce and unrelenting, until I felt as though my very soul was entwined with his.

The rhythm built, feeling as if a storm was gathering. Each movement faster, deeper, harder, until I was gasping, trembling, clutching him as though letting go would tear me apart.

"Please-" I breathed, though I didn't know what I was begging for.

He answered with his body, his thrusts growing desperate, wild, yet never cruel. Even in hunger, he was gentle, guiding me through the storm instead of drowning me in it.

And then the world shattered.

Heat exploded inside me, white and blinding, every nerve alight as I cried out, my body clenching around him. His groan followed, raw and broken, as he buried himself deeper, holding me through the storm of release.

Time stilled.

He collapsed against me, his chest heaving, our sweat-slicked skin clinging together. My hands ran weakly down his back, nails leaving faint trails as I held him close.

I could still feel him inside me, twitching faintly, as if reluctant to leave. The bond pulsed gently now, soothing, humming like a lullaby.

Tears burned in my eyes, but they weren't from pain. They were from the overwhelming truth that nothing would ever be the same again.

I had given myself to my mate.

And even if the world crumbled, even if the night was only a haze of wine and shadows… this moment was mine. Ours. Forever.

Only if I knew...!!