Verveville's Curse

Chapter35

Kael’s pov

I spun on her, my body already crowding hers, pressing her back against the wall so hard she gasped. My hand snapped up, pinning both her wrists high above her head. Her pulse thrashed under my grip.

“Kael….” she started, breathless.

Her wide eyes blinked at me, all innocence. “I don’t understand.”

That faked sweetness. That damn blush. She knew exactly what she was doing.

My mouth hovered an inch from hers, her breath shallow, her chest rising fast against me. I let my lips go near hers, close enough so she could taste the heat of me, then tilted my head away deliberately.

Her lips parted, the smallest whimper escaping. My control snapped tighter.

“You don’t understand?” My free hand trailed down, brushing the curve of her hip, teasing the line of her dress without claiming her. “You think I didn’t see him touch you? His eyes on you? You think I don’t know what’s mine?”

Her breath hitched. “Kael…”

I pressed her harder into the wall, every inch of my body aligned to hers. My lips grazed her jaw, slow, tormenting, my breath hot against her skin. She shivered, her knees weakening, and still I didn’t kiss her mouth. Not yet.

“Do you know how long I’ve had to resist you?” My words rasped against her ear. I dragged my mouth down the delicate line of her throat, pausing at the spot where her pulse hammered. My teeth grazed there lightly.

Her back arched, her wrists straining in my hold. Her voice trembled. “Please…”

That single word, breaking on her lips, undid me.

I swallowed the growl clawing up my throat and leaned in closer. My lips hovered at her neck, brushing but never giving her what she wanted. “You play innocent,” I murmured against her skin, letting my teeth graze just enough to make her gasp, “but you know exactly what you’re doing. Don’t you, Willow?”

Her head shook, hair tumbling loose around her flushed face. “I…don’t…”

“Don’t lie to me. You were all confident and brave during the meeting, what's wrong now?” My hips pressed forward, pinning her tighter. Her wrists flexed against my grip, but I held her firm, forcing her still. I kissed down her neck, never once her lips, never once giving her the release she begged for with her eyes. Instead I teased..slow, cruel, deliberate.

Her breath broke into a whimper. “Kael…”

I leaned down, brushing my lips over hers, so lightly it was torture, then pulled away again. She strained forward, chasing me, but I held her wrists tighter, denying her.

“Beg me,” I said, voice low, rough.

Her face burned, her body trembling against mine. For a moment she resisted, pride stiffening her chin. But then my hips ground against her stomach, letting her feel exactly how much I ached for her, and her composure cracked.

“Please,” she whispered, shy and breathless.

“Please what?” I demanded, my mouth at her ear again.

“Please… I want you to…” She broke off, unable to say it, too innocent, too undone.

“You’ll beg for me properly.” My tongue traced the shell of her ear, making her tremble harder. “Beg me to ruin you. Beg me to make you mine.”

Her thighs pressed together, her breath ragged. “Kael… please. I can’t…”

That was all I needed. With a growl that shook the walls, I crashed my mouth against hers. The kiss was nothing gentle. It was fire, teeth, hunger. She melted against me instantly, moaning into me, her wrists twitching helplessly in my grip.

I released her hands only to seize her hips, dragging her tighter against me. She gasped when she felt how hard I was, and that sound, gods, that sound nearly broke me.

I tore my mouth from hers just to look at her. Her lips were swollen, her eyes glazed, her chest heaving. Shy, trembling, but blazing with need. Mine.

“Say it,” I ordered, my voice deeper now, roughened by my wolf clawing inside me. “Say you want me.”

Her lashes fluttered. She swallowed. “I want you, Kael.” Her eyes flicked shut, tears gathering from sheer overwhelming need. “Please, Kael…fuck me… please”

My wolf roared in triumph.

I lifted her, caging her body between me and the wall, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. She gasped as my hardness pressed between her thighs, and I kissed her again, slower this time, tongue stroking hers until she was shaking in my arms.

When I set her down on the furs, I hovered above her, my eyes locked on hers. “I’ll take you apart, Lylah, piece by piece. You’ll remember nothing but me.”

Her cheeks burned. She nodded, shy, submissive, trusting.

I stripped her slowly, torturously, my mouth following the path of each piece I removed. I teased her body with lips and teeth, never quite giving what she begged for. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, desperate to claim her, to mark her, to sink fangs and make her mine forever.

When she whimpered my name again, I finally gave her what she craved.

“Kael…” Her voice broke as I pressed against her entrance, the head of my c**k sliding over her slick folds. She was trembling, unprepared, but gods, she was ready for me.

The first thrust stole both our breaths. She gasped, clutching at me, shy tears in her eyes. I kissed them away, murmuring, “You’re mine, Lylah, Mine.”

Her cry split the air, sharp and desperate, her body tightening around me. She was so tight, so impossibly tight, I nearly lost it then and there. I stilled, holding her pinned to the wall with my weight, my c**k buried to the grip inside her trembling body.

Her nails clawed at my back, her breath coming in ragged sobs. “Kael…it’s too…”

“Shh.” I kissed her shoulder, my voice a growl. “It’s supposed to hurt at first. But you can take me. You’re mine, Lylah. Only mine.”

I pulled out slow, then thrust again, harder, deeper, claiming her in every sense. Her cry turned into a moan, her body clenching around me, her back arching. My control, shredded.

I moved within her, hard but careful, until her cries shifted from pain to desperate moans. Her body tightened around me, clutching, yielding. Her head fell back, and I buried my face in her throat, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her.

And then it hit me.

The bond.

It snapped through me like lightning, a golden thread binding soul to soul, wolf to wolf. My vision blurred, heat flooding my chest. I saw her, not just beneath me, but inside me…my mate.

I froze. “Lylah,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “You’re… you’re my mate.”

Her dazed eyes blinked open. Confusion, then wonder, then tears. “Mate…?”

“Yes.” My chest shook with a laugh, half joy, half disbelief. “Gods, Willow. It’s you.”

My wolf howled in triumph, ripping the last of my control away. Passion surged, deeper, and wilder. I kissed her hard, and she clung to me, letting me drive her higher, rougher, my body and wolf united in claiming.

Before the last wave broke, instinct overtook me. I sank my teeth into the curve of her neck, marking her. She gasped, the sound laced with pain and ecstasy, her body convulsing around me as she shattered., her body arching, and the bond sealed between us with a force that shook my soul.

Her release pulled me over the edge with her. I roared, spilling into her, claiming every part of her as my own, my teeth still sunk into her flesh. The taste of her blood mingled with the feel of her body, her scent, her cries. She was mine…soul, body and spirit.

When I finally pulled back, panting, my wolf purred inside me, content at last. Willow sagged against me, trembling, marked and claimed, her shy smile soft and radiant.

I kissed her shoulder where my mark bled, my voice hoarse but certain. “You’re mine now. Forever.”

Her answer was a whisper, shaky but full of truth. “Always.”

We collapsed together, breathless, raw, trembling.