Forbidden Lovers

Mine

"My mate... Your wolf." Evelyn hadn't shouted this time but Arthmael heard nonetheless. And something about those four words made his wolf crawl from the insides of his skin. He couldn't help it, couldn't hide the smile as she walked towards him with an almost flirty, girlish grin on her face, putting a daisy on his hair. "What is it?" She bit her bottom lip. "Is the big bad wolf shy?"

Arthmael gulped. Goddammit, she was going to be the death of him. Her and her flirty voice and the way she was perfectly aware of the power she had over him. And that was bloody hot.

"Shy?!" He laughed, a sound fake to his own ears. And he wasn't shy, not exactly. More like frightened. She was en elf... she was a from a specie full of grace, that considered themselves almost perfect, superior to any other specie.

And he was a shifter. He basically shifted to an animal. And somehow, only the thought of her not liking his other half was terrifying. It didn't matter if he was a Commander or not, in front of her he was weak.

"Then why aren't you shifting yet?"

He swore under his breath, finally taking the courage to start stripping off his clothes.

"Wait." The way her expression changed from a flirty one to a flustered one was epic on its own. "What are you doing?" Even her voice was small now. So much for teasing the big bad wolf.

"Getting my clothes off," he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, loving the way she didn't look him in the eye now. "Do you want me to tear up my clothes walk naked to the castle?" He chuckled at the way her face blushed a shade of crimson. Oh, how the tables had turned.

"Nope." Evelyn turned her back, cursing herself for being that obvious.

Somehow, she knew he had shifted although she wasn't looking, although there was only silence. It was something in the air, something that told her she had a wolf behind her.

Her wolf mate.

And when she had the courage to turn, a gasp escaped her mouth as she looked at the most magnificent, beautiful, wild creature her eyes had ever laid on. The wolf was big... bigger than she could've imagined. His fur a jet black, almost shiny and there was a powerful aura about him. He was scary, no doubt, but he didn't scare her, not really.

He had the same eyes... those black soul-sucking ones, they could never scare her. Maybe everyone else but not her, when they looked at her they were always soft and warm and mirrored one kind of longing she never knew someone could have for someone else.

Just like now.

Not much have changed, he was still her beautiful mate.

And he wasn't moving, looking at every move of her warily, like he was scared of scaring her.

Slowly, she approached him, putting her palm on the spot between his ears. "Hello there, handsome." Her voice was a soft whisper, and the wolf whimpered, leaning at her touch even more. "I've been wanting to meet you for so long."

Sitting down on the grass, she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his fur. It was so soft and somehow all she wanted to do was be close to him. "I think I can sleep in here for days."

Suddenly, he started licking her face, making her throw her head back and giggle the whole time. Who even found him scary? He was like a puppy who needed love and attention.

She left a small kiss in his wolf's nose, giggling again.

And somehow, in a second he was still a wolf, and in the other in front of her, in his knees was a naked man instead. A very mouthwatering naked man, very much close to her.

Evelyn gasped, her eyes lingering on his naked, beautiful-built body, before she moved them away. "God, Arthmael, you could've warned me." Her voice was almost a needy whisper.

"Warned you about what, Evelyn?" His hand was already on her face as his index finger traced her cheek until it reached her chin. He grabbed it gently, forcing her eyes on his. "About what exactly should I've warned you, Evelyn?" Again, he asked with a voice so low, so deep yet so huskily at the same time.

Her hands had started to shake a little. Even breathing had suddenly become harder. "Nothing." Seeing as she had no choice but to meet his gaze, she closed her eyes instead. Something about only looking at him now put her insides on fire.

"Nothing?!" He asked, almost cockily. His hand had slipped on her neck. "Then open your eyes, little mate."

"No."

"No?!" Chuckling, he started tracing her throat with his fingertips, so lightly, yet somehow it was much more worse than him actually touching her. "Why don't you open your eyes, Evelyn? Does my nakedness bother you?"

"No."

Again, he chuckled. What was with her and not being able to say a sentence with more than one word?

"I know you wanna look at me. And I know you wanna do much more than just look."

"Arthmael..." She finally looked at him, the need on her eyes meeting his own. "Please."

"What are you begging for, little mate?"

She didn't know when exactly he had unbuttoned her dress, but she was half naked in front of his hungry gaze. His hand tracing the outside of her breast and her back ached for more. "God." God, she was so weak for him.

Arthmael groaned, cupping her breast with one hand and slipping her dress off her body with the other without tearing it apart in the same time. He needed her so much she had no idea. Absolutely no idea.

And his little mate standing right there only on some lace underwear did it for him. If he had any doubt until now it was flying away like a bird.

His lips met with her hers in an inviting kiss, before they slipped on her neck, her collarbone and then her left breast, leaving a single kiss there before he started brushing his lips on her skin tenderly, teasingly, loving how she whimpered and squealed underneath him.

Only when he traced her inner thighs, slowly removing her underwear she was reminded of what they were really doing. "Arthmael, we... we can't."

He knew, he knew damn well what she meant but it didn't matter. Not right now at least.

"I tried..." He panted between kisses on her inner thighs. "God knows how much, I can't fight it anymore. I can't, I need you so f*****g much."

Evelyn moaned when he blew on her most intimate part, eyes rolling back on her head and against her better judgment, she lifted her hip to meet with his awaiting lips.

"I know." She gripped handfuls of grass and daises. "I know, I need you so much as well."

"Only today." It was as if he spoke more to himself because he had already gave her the first lick. "Goddammit, Evelyn, you're addictive." He sucked on her c**t and she cried out, throwing her head back. "I can't get enough of you, I need more."

"Arthmael."

One of his fingers were already inside her really tight channel as he kept licking and sucking her all over, her moans all over the place. "Hell, I love it when you scream my name."

"Arthmael!" Evelyn screamed louder this time as he put two fingers inside. Curling her fingers in his long hair, she tried riding him. "I need you." Her voice was so needy, for a second thinking she was about to cry for release.

"Where?" He looked up at her, increasing the speed of his fingers.

"Everywhere," was the first thing she could think of. "Oh, please."

"Evelyn," he growled.

"Inside of me."

Both froze for a second, looking at one another. And for a second Evelyn thought he was going to regret everything and run as far away from her as possible.

"You're mine," he claimed, not blinking once, not breaking eye contact with her as his fingers moved in and out of her. "Mine."

Oh, how much she wanted it to be true. How really much.

"Say it, Evelyn."

"Arthmael..."

"Say it."

She looked away. "You know I can't."

There was a flash of hurt in his face for a second. "Say it or not, you're mine." Throwing her leg on his shoulder, his mouth devoured her whole, making her body shake in a mind blowing orgasm, and even after that he kept eating her out. "Only mine."

Evelyn had always known he was possessive. Yet this kind of possessiveness, she didn't expect. And she didn't expect it to drive her this much crazy either.

"Arthmael." It was a whimper.

He moved to her lips, kissing her in an almost bruising way that was returned with the same equal passion, with a kind of hunger only them could have for each other. "I'll get inside of you Evelyn. I will." As he spoke, his tip was already at her entrance.

She wrapped her legs around him, her hands on his hair as he buried his face on her neck. Urging him with the sway of her hips.

He filled her up slowly. "So bloody tight," he groaned, starting to move, slower at first but then faster when she pleaded for more.

"YES!" She screamed in deep pleasure when he started pounding at her, digging her nails on his back as she felt herself closer to the peak of ecstasy. Again. "ARTHMAEL!"

"Come, my love. Come."

It was so intense, so euphoric, it didn't allow her to even think of the fact that Arthmael had literally called her his love.

And after another thrust, he pulled out, realizing in the last second that coming inside of her would most probably bring them to a disaster. No matter how much he'd love to do that.

He fell on top of her, both panting so hard, they couldn't seem to be able to come back to reality. His face buried on her neck as she looked up at the sky. And if Evelyn hadn't realized by now, she now did, "I'm yours." Tears filled up her eyes. Tears of realization and knowing that this, them... it was never going to happen. Never again. "You were right, I'm yours." Noticing the way he moved and looked to find her gaze, she still looked at the sky. "And I think, in my head, I'll never be able to stop being yours now."

Arthmael didn't know what he was feeling. He hadn't known it was possible for someone to feel happy and miserable at the same time, but somehow it was. "Evelyn..."

"But I can't really be, can I?" She finally looked at him, stroking his soft hair. "We should forget today ever happened. Maybe forgetting will make things... easier."

"Can you forget?" His lips were already hovering over hers. "Because I don't think I can and I don't think I want to."

She shrugged, wiping a tear away angrily. "I don't think I can either but you forgetting is better than you... regretting it."

Evelyn had just cheated on her husband, she was supposed to regret it but would she? 

No.

Would Arthmael, though?

Most probably.

And that would devastate her.

"Evelyn... I won't regret anything." He gathered her in his arms, laying down on the grass, daises all around them. "And today isn't over yet so can you just let me hold you for a little bit? Please?"

She buried her face in his chest. "Yes, I think I can let you do that."

They stayed in a comfortable silence for what felt like hours, their naked bodies tangled and it was a kind of feeling so unexplainable. Evelyn had dreamed of this for days... weeks, since the very first day she had met Arthmael.

And so had he.

"I wished," Arthmael started. "I just wished..." Why was it so bloody hard to say? He inhaled deeply. "...That you could stay here with me. I know it's stupid, and impossible," He chuckled bitterly at his own self. "But I wished we could live here like town people. Away from everyone and everything, away from titles and royalties and rules."

Evelyn smiled sadly, looking up to him, tracing his brows slowly with her thumbs. "Me as well."

"You're a queen," he pointed out. "You've been a royalty your whole life." He kissed the palm of her hand softly.

"Doesn't mean I want to be. I would choose this life instead of the one I have a million times if I'd have the chance."

His eyes widened as his lips curled into a desperate smile. "You'd give up everything... to live here with me?!"

Slowly, she kissed his lips, tenderly. "I would. Without thinking twice." She sighed. "But we gotta go... it's getting late." And it was actually getting late, which made going back inevitable.

Daydream was over, they had to face the reality.

"Evelyn?" He draw her attention after they had both dressed up. "Can you wait for me here? I have to go back to my house and get something."

She nodded once. "Just don't get late, please."

"I won't." He left a small kiss in her cheek and walked away.

Minutes went by, making Evelyn wonder why he was getting this late.

Until, finally, she heard a noise from behind of her back. "Finally, Arthmael, I thought you weren't going to come back anytime soon..." She froze. No, it wasn't Arthmael.

A pair of wolf eyes came out of the woods, followed by a few others.

Wolves.

Lots of wolves.