YOUNG LOVE
924 Words
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Maya shut her bedroom door harder than she meant to. Leo followed, his steps quiet, but his presence storming.
“She hates me,” he said, voice raw.
“She doesn’t hate you. She hates what you represent.”
Leo moved toward the window, jaw working. “I didn’t choose my name. Or my blood.”
“No. But you chose not to tell me how deep the feud ran. You knew, didn’t you? That my family and yours were enemies.”
He turned to face her, eyes glowing with restrained emotion. “I didn’t tell you because I wanted something real something normal before all this got ugly.”
“You lied by omission, Leo!”
“I protected you!” His voice thundered, making the floor beneath them feel too small. “From your nightmares, from Kai’s people, from a world that’s trying to consume you before you even understand who you are!”
Maya’s breath caught.
“I’m not apologizing for loving you,” Leo said, softer now, stepping forward. “Even if every bone in your family wants me gone.”
Her eyes burned. “You hurt me, Leo. You made me doubt you.”
He was in front of her now. So close. “Then let me prove it. Or push me away for good.”
Maya looked up at him into those wild, gold-flecked eyes. Her hand slid up his chest. She kissed him first. And everything broke.
His mouth crashed onto hers, hungry and desperate. She clutched at his shirt, yanking him closer, her back hitting the door. His hands buried in her hair, down her waist, pulling her against him as if the contact was the only thing keeping him grounded. She moaned into him. He growled against her neck.
“You don’t get to leave,” she whispered, breathless. “You don’t get to love me and disappear.”
“I won’t,” he swore. “I couldn’t if I tried.”
They stumbled toward the bed, kisses deepening. His fingers trembled as he peeled her sweater over her head, and she guided his shirt off. The heat between them wasn’t just physical; it was years of pain, weeks of tension, and the fear of losing one another poured into every touch.
The moment Maya’s lips met his, Leo lost control.
Not in the dangerous way he feared but in the way he’d been fighting for weeks.
He had seen her dancing with Kieran. Seen her laughing, her body moving with his. The image had burned itself into Leo’s mind, and he hated the way it made his wolf rise. Not because she’d done anything wrong, but because he wanted her to be his completely.
Now, with her in his arms, the fire that had been simmering erupted.
He kissed her like she belonged to him like he was starving and she was the only thing keeping him alive.
Maya gasped as he lifted her off the floor and pressed her against the bedroom wall. His hands were everywhere possessive, rough, yet reverent. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and he growled low in her ear.
“No more Kieran,” he murmured, breath ragged. “You’re mine, Maya. Mine.”
She shivered. “Then show me.”
That’s all it took.
He carried her to the bed, laid her down like something sacred, then hovered over her, eyes burning golden and wild. His kisses trailed down her neck slow at first, then deeper, more deliberate, as if he wanted to leave a mark that would warn every wolf, every male, every soul in the supernatural world: She claimed.
His hands explored her with purpose, his mouth returning to hers over and over as they undressed, slowly, then all at once—leaving nothing between them but heat, breath, and the ache of needing each other.
“Leo,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire and trust.
He gripped her waist, holding her still beneath him, and leaned down until their foreheads touched.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you,” he said hoarsely. “But I waited… because I wanted it to be right. And now? I need you, Maya. I need to feel you, know you’re mine in every way.”
She nodded, heart thundering. “Then take me.”
What followed was a collision of souls and bodies Leo moving with intent and control, Maya meeting him with just as much fire. Every touch was laced with meaning, every kiss a promise. He whispered her name like a prayer, like a warning, like an oath.
At one point, he growled low in her ear, his grip tightening as he pulled her closer. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she breathed. “Always.”
Their rhythm became more frantic, more primal. The world narrowed to heat, skin, and sound. Time stopped.
And when they reached that peak together, it wasn’t just physical it was like two parts of the same soul finally finding home.
Afterward, Leo didn’t let her go.
He held her against his chest, still breathing hard, heart racing.
She laid there, fingertips trailing his chest, her body still humming from everything they’d shared.
Leo kissed her forehead. “Now they’ll all know. You belong to me.”
“And you to me,” she whispered.
He didn’t respond with words but the way he pulled her into him, as if nothing in the world could take her away, said everything.
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