Chapter 14: His Forever
875 Words
LENA
She woke up to his scent.
Rich. Dark. Masculine.
It surrounded her, soaked into her skin, into her very breath.
And worse—worse—she woke to his touch.
Heat pulsed at her back, an arm draped over her waist, fingers curled possessively against her hip. His breath was warm at her neck, his chest a solid wall behind her, rising and falling in a slow, controlled rhythm.
Valerian.
Her stomach clenched. Her body reacted before her mind could stop it.
Because he felt good.
Too good.
The memory of what had happened burned into her mind.
How he had touched her.
How he had made her crumble.
How he had forced her to beg.
"No."
Her entire body went rigid.
She wouldn’t let this happen.
Wouldn’t let him win.
She moved fast, jerking forward, shoving his arm off her and scrambling toward the edge of the bed—
But he was faster.
One moment, she was free.
The next—he had her.
A startled gasp tore from her lips as Valerian’s grip tightened around her wrist, pulling her back, flipping her beneath him in one smooth, effortless motion.
The air rushed from her lungs as she found herself pinned—
His weight pressing her into the mattress, his golden eyes burning down at her.
Lena froze.
The room was too silent.
The only sound was the sharp, uneven breaths she was desperately trying to control.
Valerian said nothing.
Just watched her.
Studied her.
A slow, knowing smirk curled at the edges of his lips.
“Going somewhere, little wolf?”
His voice was pure silk.
Low. Amused. Dangerous.
Lena’s pulse slammed against her ribs.
She swallowed. Hard.
"Let me go," she bit out.
His smirk only deepened.
"You don’t want that."
Her jaw clenched.
She shoved against his chest, trying to push him away—but he didn’t move.
Didn’t even budge.
His body was heat and steel, solid and unyielding, pressing her deeper into the mattress.
Lena’s breathing hitched.
Damn him.
Damn him for being so strong.
For looking at her like he had already won.
For knowing that she had already lost.
Her nails dug into his arms. “I do not belong to you.”
Valerian laughed.
The sound was low and rich, dark amusement flickering in his gaze.
Lena saw red.
She thrashed beneath him, twisting, fighting, trying to slip free—
And he let her.
He let her struggle.
Let her push.
Let her burn herself out.
And then—when her muscles ached, when her breath came too fast, when frustration made her reckless—
He struck.
His hand slid down her thigh, slow, deliberate—
And everything stopped.
Lena stiffened.
A sharp, shuddering breath escaped her lips as he traced the sensitive skin just above her knee, fingers moving in lazy, featherlight circles.
Her pulse spiked.
No.
No, he wouldn’t.
He wouldn’t—
Valerian smiled.
And then he kissed her.
Hard.
Deep.
Punishing.
It was nothing like before.
This wasn’t teasing.
This wasn’t gentle.
This was a lesson.
A reminder.
That she could fight all she wanted—
But she was already his.
And this time—this time, he wouldn’t stop.
Lena whimpered.
She didn’t mean to.
Didn’t want to.
But the sound slipped out, raw and broken, as Valerian devoured her.
Her nails bit into his shoulders, her body arching involuntarily, betraying her with every desperate, traitorous response.
She could still fight.
She could still—
His fingers slid higher.
Lena gasped.
Her spine curved, her chest pressing into him, heat rushing through her like wildfire.
She was unraveling.
Again.
And he knew it.
He felt it in the way she shuddered beneath him.
Felt it in the way she clung to him instead of pushing away.
Felt it in the way she had stopped fighting.
Valerian pulled back just enough to speak, his breath brushing against her lips.
"You can resist all you want, little wolf," he murmured, his fingers still stroking, still teasing, still ruining her.
"But in the end—"
He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him.
"In the end, you will always be mine."
Lena’s heart slammed against her ribs.
A desperate, strangled noise caught in her throat.
Her body was betraying her.
Her mind was losing.
Her soul was surrendering.
She didn’t want this.
She didn’t—
Valerian’s lips brushed over her throat, right over the place where his mark should be.
Lena’s entire body jolted.
"Say it," he murmured.
She clenched her eyes shut.
"Say it," he demanded, teeth grazing her skin.
Lena trembled.
She was breaking.
Cracking apart.
And he could feel it.
Valerian pressed his lips against her ear.
"Say. It."
Lena shuddered.
She clenched her fists.
She bit her lip so hard she nearly drew blood.
But she had long lost this fight...
"Yours," she whispered, her voice fractured.
Valerian’s fingers tightened around her waist.
His satisfied growl rumbled through the air.
And then—
Then his canines sank into her throat.
A piercing, burning, possessive sensation shot through her—
And Lena knew.
Knew what had just happened.
Knew what he had done.
The bond was sealed.
And now she was his.
Completely.
Utterly.
Irrevocably.
His forever.
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