The Mate He Can't Claim

Claimed Under Moonlight

The party was going on in the hall of Frostfang Academy but Lyra did not even notice the cheers and the loud music. She did not hear the clinking glasses either. Her body still felt the effects of the game. She had bruises. She could still feel the power surges.. Most of all she could not stop thinking about the promise Kael had made in the equipment room. He had said tonight at the cabin with no interruptions. These words kept repeating in her mind like a heartbeat as she slipped away from the crowd early.

Kael found her outside near the trees. He took her hand. It felt like he owned it. They did not need to say a word to each other. They just started walking through the snow-covered path. The bond between them was pulling them forward with a lot of force. The small alpha cabin was deep in the woods beyond the academy borders. It was warded. The moment the door closed behind them Kael lifted her off her feet. Started kissing her. It was a kiss that had all the restraint he had shown for days.

Their clothes fell away one by one until they were both naked. Lyra gasped at the heat of Kaels body as it pressed against hers. His body was. Strong and it felt really good against her softer curves. She could feel his c**k against her stomach. It was already leaking with need.

Kael said, you are mine tonight his voice deep and rough with hunger. He said, every inch of you is mine.

He carried her to the bed. Laid her down gently despite the fact that he looked like he was in a storm. The moonlight was streaming through the windows. It was casting silver across his skin. Lyra reached up. Started tracing the lines of his chest feeling the thud of his heart. The emotions between them were bare and clear. There was desire, fierce protectiveness and a love that had grown fast yet felt inevitable.

Kael started kissing down her body. His mouth was worshipping her breasts, sucking and biting until her n*****s ached. She arched, begging for more. He went lower spreading her thighs wide. His tongue delved into her soaked folds licking long and slow then focusing on her c**t with circles. Lyra cried out her fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure built fast and intense. He pushed two fingers inside her curling them perfectly while his mouth continued its assault. She came hard her thighs trembling around his head his name torn from her lips.

He rose up kissing her deeply letting her taste herself on his tongue. His eyes were glowing golden. He said, I need to be inside you Lyra. I need to knot you and seal the bond. Tell me you want this.

Lyra said, I want it all. She said, claim me, Kael. Make me yours completely.

He positioned himself between her legs rubbing the head of his c**k along her entrance. With one thrust he buried himself deep. Lyra moaned at the stretch, the fullness. He was large and perfect filling her completely. Kael stilled for a moment his forehead pressed to hers breathing hard as he fought for control.

He said, you are so tight. He said, you are so perfect for me.

Then he started to move. Slow deep strokes at first building to a rhythm. Their bodies moved together in sync hips meeting with sounds that filled the cabin. The bond between them flared bright and hot allowing Lyra to feel echoes of his pleasure, his need. Every thrust sent sparks through her nerves to her core.

Lyra said, harder. She said, do not hold back.

Kael gave her what she asked for. He drove into her faster pounding deep. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with their moans and growls. He hooked one of her legs over his arm changing the angle so he hit that spot inside her with every thrust. Lyra shattered again clenching around him as waves of ecstasy crashed through her.

Kael did not stop. He flipped her onto her stomach pulling her hips up and entering her from behind in one motion. His hand fisted in her hair tugging enough to send pleasure racing down her spine. The new position allowed him deeper. Lyra pushed back meeting every thrust, lost in the sensation of being claimed thoroughly.

Kael said, mine. He said, my mate. He said, my woman.

The pressure built at the base of his c**k. The knot began to swell stretching her more with each thrust. Lyra pushed back eagerly wanting it all. When the knot fully expanded, locking them together Kael roared, burying himself deep as possible. Heat flooded her as he came hard pulsing inside her for moments. The sensation triggered her orgasm so intense her vision whited out and she screamed his name.

They stayed locked together for minutes breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat. Kael carefully turned them to their sides spooning her from behind his knot still holding them connected. His arms wrapped around her one hand gently cupping her breast the other resting possessively over her stomach. His expression. He pressed kisses to her neck and shoulder.

The bond between them snapped fully into place. Lyra felt it in her chest a thread connecting their hearts and souls. She could sense his emotions now. His deep satisfaction, his love and the lingering worry for what came

Lyra said, I love you.

Kael tightened his hold. He said, I love you too Lyra. He said, more than pack. He said, more than duty. He said, you are my future.

They stayed connected until the knot gradually eased. Afterward he cleaned them both with cloths then pulled her back into his arms under the blankets. They talked softly about the game, the awakening of her blood and the threats looming from Riverrun and his father. For a hour the outside world faded, leaving only the two of them and the fire they had finally unleashed.

Peace never lasts long at Frostfang.

A sharp howl cut through the night followed by another closer. Kael tensed instantly sitting up. He said, Riverrun. He said, they are testing the borders.

Lyra rose beside him power already stirring in her veins. The claiming had strengthened her. She felt more alpha, alive. She said, let them come. She said, we face them together now.

Kael kissed her hard and quick then they dressed quickly. The bond between them hummed strong and steady a source of power that was more than desire. As they stepped out into the night under the moon distant figures moved between the trees. Rival wolves, at five.