THE WILD BETWEEN US

Chapter 4

**Tyler's POV**

“Lara, look at me.” My voice is calm but commanding, a tone I rarely use with her. Yet, she keeps her gaze fixed on the floor, refusing to acknowledge me.

“You’ll leave me the moment you find your mate, so why bother with pleasing me, Alpha?” she snaps, her words laced with pain and defiance. She uses my title—not the nickname she once gave me—deliberately putting distance between us.

My jaw tightens. I know she’s angry, and I can’t blame her. My confession about my mate changed everything, but this is the truth of our kind. Wolves are bound to their fated mates; it’s a connection we can’t sever.

“Listen to me, Lara,” I say, my voice deep and firm, demanding her attention. “If you ever find your mate, I would expect—”

“I would reject him in a heartbeat,” she interrupts, her voice cracking. Her hands tremble as she clenches them into fists. “Do you know why? Because I love you, Tyler. I’ve chosen you. I’ve accepted you.”

A growl rumbles in my chest, low and warning, silencing her. Ace, my wolf, stirs beneath the surface, irritated by her defiance.

“Enough,” I say, my voice sharper now. “I know you’re upset, but do not forget—I am still your Alpha.”

The authority in my tone sends a visible shiver down her spine. She lowers her head, submitting to me as her wolf instincts take over.

“Yes, Alpha,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her submission soothes Ace, but it does little for the guilt simmering in the back of my mind. I sigh heavily and close the distance between us. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her onto my lap, her small frame trembling against mine.

“Lara,” I say softly, brushing her blonde hair from her tear-streaked face. I wipe away the remnants of her pain with my thumb, her vulnerability stirring something deep within me.

I care for her. I truly do. But she isn’t my mate. And no matter how much I try to bury it, the emptiness inside me grows. How long will I have to wait for my fated?

Ace growls in my mind, his restlessness matching my own. I silence him with sheer willpower, locking him away in the deepest corners of my mind.

“Lara,” I begin again, this time with a steadiness that surprises even me, “will you be my Luna?”

Her eyes widen, disbelief flickering in her expression before a radiant smile spreads across her face. Without hesitation, she throws her arms around my neck, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

When she finally pulls back, she’s breathless. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice filled with joy.

But even as her answer fills the room, a dull ache lingers in my chest. This isn’t how it’s supposed to feel.

Lara steps off my lap, snapping me out of my thoughts. I watch as she takes a step back, her eyes gleaming with love, desire, and something else—a newfound confidence. Slowly, she slides her hands up to the straps of her dress and pushes them down.

The dress falls to the floor, pooling at her feet, and I can’t help but let my eyes roam over her body. She’s beautiful. Her figure is flawless—her curves exactly as they should be. Last year, she’d undergone surgery to enhance her breasts and hips, claiming she felt insecure about her appearance. She doesn’t need the enhancements. She was perfect before, and she’s perfect now.

Yet, something is missing.

As the realization nags at the back of my mind, my body reacts without hesitation. My c**k hardens painfully in my jeans as her scent fills the air—sweet and intoxicating.

“Lara…” I try to stop her, my voice deep with restraint. I’ve waited out of respect for her decision to remain a virgin, and I don’t want to take this step lightly.

But she silences me with a finger pressed against my lips.

“I want you, Tyler,” she whispers, her breath warm against my face. “I’m yours.”

Her words ignite something primal within me. My wolf stirs again, restless, but this time, I don’t hold back.

She straddles my lap, her wet core pressing against my erection. Even through the fabric, I can feel her arousal.

“I want you,” she moans, her lips brushing against mine.

Growling low in my throat, I pick her up and carry her to the bed. Gently, I lay her down, taking a step back to admire the sight before me. She’s breathtaking.

But that nagging emptiness persists.

Pushing it aside, I strip off my shirt in one swift motion, the muscles in my torso rippling under her gaze. Her eyes trace every line of my body, her desire almost tangible in the air.

The scent of her arousal drives me wild. I unbutton my jeans and push them down, letting my c**k spring free. Her eyes widen, and a soft gasp escapes her lips.

“I don’t think I can take it all,” she whispers, her voice trembling with both fear and excitement.

A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips. Kneeling between her legs, I lean closer. “Then let’s stretch that sweet p***y of yours first,” I growl, my voice laced with dominance.

She tries to close her legs, but I grip her thighs firmly, growling in warning. She freezes, submitting to me once again.

Pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, I take a long, slow lick along her slit.

“Oh my God,” she moans, her voice trembling as her hands clutch the sheets.

Before I can continue, Ace’s growl erupts in my mind, louder and more insistent this time.

“No,” he barks, his fury searing through me.

I shove him back with all my strength, locking him away once more. This is my decision—not his.

Licking her c**t, I slide a finger along her wet slit, coating it in her arousal.

“This might sting a little,” I warn, pushing my finger inside her. Lara arches her back, moaning my name as her walls tighten around me.

Encouraged, I add another finger, pumping in and out of her while my tongue flicks against her sensitive nub.

Her cries grow louder, and her body trembles beneath me.

“c*m for me, baby,” I command, and her release rushes over my fingers as she screams my name.

Chuckling at her trembling form, I position myself above her, lining my c**k at her entrance.

“Are you ready?” I ask, meeting her gaze. She nods, her eyes glassy with desire.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulls me in for a kiss.

Taking that as a yes, I push forward, breaking through her barrier.

“Ahh,” she cries out, her nails digging into my back. I still, giving her time to adjust.

“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice softer now.

A single tear escapes her eye, but she smiles and pulls me closer.

“Move,” she whispers.

My restraint snaps. I pull out and thrust back into her, claiming her fully.