Leaning her back against the door, all the courage that she could have sworn she possessed seconds earlier had vanished like ashes tossed to a strong wind. What had she been thinking? Was it really fair for her to make promises to Doyle when she knew there was no certainty that she could keep them? Reaching up, her hand rubbed absently at her left temple. The pain had wane, but the pressure still felt like lead weights hanging off her brain. Every day it seemed to get worse. Did she really have the right to take what he was offering when she didn't even know if she’d have a future to share with him?
All her thoughts came to a sudden halt as the door pushed open, nudging her out of the way. Turning she watched as Doyle slowly cross over the threshold. His eyes held hers in an unbreakable grip; she was unable to look away even if her life depended on it. Without touching her, he backed her against the door before planting his hands on either side of her head.
Tentatively, she opened her mouth to dissuade him only to be stopped as he pressed a single finger against her lips. Slowly his hand slipped away from her mouth to sink into her wealth of golden tresses. Wrapping the long silky strands around his fist, using his hold on her like a leaver, he tilted her head back. As his lips slammed down on hers, she felt all air leave her lungs. Pressing her hands against the wood of the door, she dug her nails unto the unyielding surface. Anything to prevent her hands from reaching for him as she longed to do. If she touched him, there was no way she’d be able to let go.
Her lips opened under his with eager surrender. Doyle’s hand cupped her chin, holding her immobile as his tongue thrust between her soft lips. He dominated her mouth, taking everything and yet giving her more back as her body shuttered with renewed desire. His free hand slid down to grip her jean clad buttocks. As his hands tightened over her meaty flesh, her body began to come more alive than she ever thought possible. Her breasts suddenly felt heavy and ached like never before. Her legs lightly trembled as heat begun to rapidly build between her thighs. Unable to fight against touching him any longer, Aria wrapped her arms around his neck as one of her legs coiled around his hip.
The movement perfectly aligned her aching center with the hard evidence of his desire. Without realizing it, her hips begun to writhe against his concealed cock, silently begging for what only he could give her. Jerking away from her lips, reaching down with one hand Doyle gripped the bottom of her sweater before jerking it over her head impatiently.
His eyes widened with desire as he took in the sight of her full, pale breasts hidden beneath black lace. His hunger seemed to intensify as she made no move to cover her exposed flesh like many females would have. This pleased him. Pulling her leg from his hip, his hands began attacking the button and zipper of her jeans with a vengeance. Shoving the jeans and underwear down to her ankles, Doyle felt his bear rumble his approval at her naked body. As his eyes glowed with the exciting presence of his bear, Doyle moved to touch her, only to be stopped when she side stepped him. Not at all bashful about her nudity, she smirked at him.
“I don’t think so, Baloo.” She said with a smile, wagging a finger at him. “One of us is still completely dressed here.”
Grinning right back at her, his hands didn't even bother with respect for his clothes. Lengthening his claws he simply shredded them from his body. He didn't miss the smile and pleased raised eyebrow look that she shot him at the evidence of his lack of underwear. Crooking a clawed finger at her, he grinned evilly as her eyes took in the sight of his unsheathed cock.
“Come here.” He commanded with a growling voice. Shaking her head at him playfully, Aria took a step back. “I said come here, mate.” He growled.
“If you want to claim me then you’ll have to catch me.” Her voice was heavy with seduction, as she took another step back. Doyle’s eyes suddenly lit up with a devilish glint as he took a threatening step forward.
“With pleasure,” Without another word, he lunged for her but his hands only encountered empty air as she leap out of reach. Racing around the coffee table, laughter escaped her as she heard a growling curse from her handsome pursuer as he collided with the wall. The sound of a framed picture crashing to the floor with his impact caused her to smile with glee. Hearing his heavy chasing steps behind her, she couldn’t deny the feel of exhilaration at knowing at any moment he would catch her. She was nearly to the bed room when a strong arm snagged around her naked waist, lifting her off the ground with a satisfied grunt.
She gasped with pleasure as he strode to the bed, carrying her as if she weighted no more than an average pillow. Landing on the bed with a bounce, she attempted to scurry away but wasn’t fast enough. Grabbing both of her ankles, Doyle grinned with victory as he jerked her back across the quilted bedspread. Her bare body slid towards him with perfect ease, laying out the feast he would soon enjoy. As she looked up at him with a playful smile on her face, he let his grip on her ankles loosen while his hands slid over her smooth legs and up further. He marveled at the softness of her skin, like heated silk.
Placing one knee on the edge of the bed, using his hands he crawled closer until he hovered over her. Aria was half expecting him to fall onto her with uncontrollable, animistic passion that he seemed to radiate from his very pores. But instead Doyle held his body barely an inch above hers as he slowly lowered his head to feather open kisses along her jaw line and down the column of her neck.
“You’re mine now.” His voice rumbled against her pounding pulse as his lips swept over the silky skin of her collar bone and down between her full, heaving breasts.
Her heart felt like it would burst from such attention. Suddenly any doubts about being in this moment flew from her mind. She didn't care what happened tomorrow; to her or him, she only cared that he would continue down his current path. Closing her eyes she gasped with delight as he did exactly that. Lower his lips went, tasting her soft skin while leaving trimmers of desire in their wake.
“Oh!” She gasped out in surprise as her hips shot off the bed when his sinful lips closed around one hard nipple.
His lips drew from the rosy peak as his free hand pulled and plucked at the neglected one. Her blood began rushing to places that she never knew she possessed. Out of desperation her tightly clenched hands shot into his wavy hair. Tightening, she held him closer to her as her hips danced beneath his hovering form.
“Doyle…” She panted out while her weeping core clenched with empty need.
She didn't know how much more she could take. Her skin began to heat to the point of burning and yet all she could think about was how to get closer to his warm flesh as well. Though she couldn’t recall a time before where she’d experience such irrepressible ecstasy, she knew this went beyond simple desire. Between her thighs it felt like flames dancing along her overly sensitive skin, with no mercy. Breathing suddenly felt like a chore, too hard a task to summit to. She wanted the spell he’d cast over her to consume her fully, until nothing of her was left but the burning desire she now submitted to.
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Releasing her nipple with a wet pop, Doyle’s glazed eyes locked on her wild ones. Her legs strained beneath him with impatience as her hips lifted against his stomach with blatant need. He knew the mating pheromones where beginning to take hold of her, making her hungry for her mate. But he’d never heard of it affecting a mate like this. He didn't know he would ever let her out of his bed. Once he fully claimed her, they would be one and no one could change that. Not even death. He could already feel his bear’s spirit blending with his own. It made him ravenous for his mate. He wouldn’t be able to stop from taking her much longer.
“I plan on marking every inch of you.” He growled out, bending down he nuzzled his cheek against the soft roundness of her stomach. He couldn’t fight the thousand erotic needles that stabbed down his spine as Aria’s nails bit into his shoulders as her hands drifted from his hair.
Purposely digging her nails into his flesh, she smirked up at him, “Then why are you taking so long? Are you having difficulty
?”
Growling at her, Doyle moved away from her. Gripping her thighs, he jerked them apart with a devilish grin. His hungry eyes feasted on the sight of her glistening womanhood. The scent of her desire made his chest rumble with male pride.
“First I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to do since the first moment I saw you.”
Her head fell back against the mattress as his hungry mouth began devouring between her thighs with an unparalleled appetite. His lips sought out her pulsing clit with his mouth, sucking and nipping at it with a vengeance. Teasing sparks of fire exploded within her lower stomach, her sweat glistening skin suddenly felt too tight causing her to feel tightly confined. Doyle’s tongue slid along the entrance of her weeping center before sweeping upward and flicking sharply at her swollen clitoris. Her body clenched impossibly tighter as wave after wave of ecstasy began to build within her.
His hands encircled the back of her knees preventing her from closing her thighs, this made her all too aware how vulnerable she was in that moment. Her panting breath seemed to turn to starved gasping as his sampling tongue began flicking faster against her swollen nub. The waves of desire that she’d been floating upon suddenly began crashing over her, nearly consuming her. Between his dancing tongue and suckling lips, she couldn’t find it in her to form a single coherent thought.
Colors exploded behind her eyes as his tongue suddenly thrusted into her, finally pushing her over the edge. Her eyes shot open as every muscle in her body clenched with the force of her orgasm. As she rode each crashing wave of her release, Doyle's tongue continued to thrust in and out, driving her body higher and higher as her muscles clenched on his skilled tongue.
This was not completion or a simple orgasm, she concluded silently. This was both heaven and hell. She was overwhelmed with the joy of ecstasy but the consuming fire within her only raged hotter and more out of control as if she’d never be free of it. What had he done to her to make her this ravenous for sex and for him?
She waited to feel her body calm from her explosive release, but it only made her want more. Her heart nearly exploded out of her chest at the feel of Doyle’s strong cock caressing the wet lips of her sex. Gazing up at him with heated passion, her hands gripped his neck and smashed his lips against her waiting ones. She didn't care that she could taste her salty release on his lips. Thrusting her tongue into his open mouth, she toyed with his and doing so let his bear out of it confines. All the while rubbing her slick lips against his massaging cock.
Gripping his mate’s hips in his strong hands, Doyle held her still as he drove deep into her soft tissue. Her silky wet walls gripped him as she emitted a cry of pleasure against his lips.
Her inner heat threatened to burn him alive, but he was no where done with her by any means. Moving his hands down to grip her thighs tightly, he ignored her gasp as his claws grew from his fingertips. He smirked as his claws pinched and scraped at her soft skin. He wanted to mark her in any way possible, so she would remember this night. Pulling nearly all the way out, his jaw clenched as he quickly thrust home again. Slowly he began repeating the process, taking care not to harm her during their first mating. For it certainly wouldn't be their last.
“Doyle…Harder…Faster…” She gasped out meeting his glowing gaze with determination.
Her hips met each of his thrusts with merciless yearning, while her body demanded for more. His cock filled her completely with a blend of pain and burning pleasure. At his invasion she could feel every inch on his massive weapon seeking deeper to her very soul. She'd never know what it was like to be without him, that she knew for certain. But each time he pulled away she knew she needed to feel him deeper in her. Still his thrust didn't move to her liking, she need him to move more! She didn't know what came over her next, but out of nowhere; she turned her face into the crook of his throat. Without thinking, her small teeth locked down over his pounding pulse.
Suddenly, she felt his entire body freeze in place. She could feel the sting of his claws as they bit into her thighs, forcing a cry of pleasure from her gasping lips. The pain only fed the fire raging within her pulsing core. As his skin vibrated with a growl, his hips began driving into hers. The sound of their skin slapping against each other only served to spur Doyle on more. His cock became like a weapon, stabbing down deep into her, threatening to reach her heart. Pounding deeply into her, without pause he bent his head closer to her flushed face.
“Present your neck.” He demanded the deep thread of dominance in his voice called to something deep within her and made her desire shoot higher than before. Not questioning him, she turned her face to the side in compliance.
An animalistic rumble escaped his snarling lips as he bent closer. Running his tongue against the soft curve of her neck, she felt her moist channel clenched tighter around his pounding cock. Barely having lifted his tongue off her skin, his suddenly sharp teeth bit down onto her soft flesh. The coppery taste of her blood flowed over his tongue as his teeth broke the skin.
At the feel of his bite, she tensed under him, her nails scratched down the back of his arms as her body spun out of control. “Oh God!” she breathed out as her clenching muscles locked around him, causing her to shatter underneath him.
He savored every gasp and cry from her lips as he continued to drive into her. Holding her still as his mate’s body began thrashing, he drove deeper within her as he followed her to paradise. His balls drew up tightly as his orgasm burst through him. Tossing back his head a roar was ripped from the depths of his soul. Pouring his seed deep into her, his body shook with tremors of desire. Gazing down at Aria’s closed eyes; he smiled softly as she pressed a hand to her chest, in effort to still her racing heart.
Just as he was about to pull away from the sweet haven that was his mate, he froze. In the stillness of the room, Doyle pressed a hand to his heart as it began to burn and ache as never before. Unseen by Aria’s human eyes, Doyle watched as a ribbon of white mist flowed from his chest—his heart and shot into her heaving chest. Pure light illuminated the space between their exhilarated bodies. The shimmering veil hovered between for a few precarious seconds before it faded away into nothing.
If it was even possible for him to smile more, he did. As far as he knew the Binding Thread only appeared when two true mates were joined. That could only mean one thing…Aria was his! The thought drew his eyes to the red bite mark on the side of her neck. Male pride seemed to drown him. The claiming was complete! She was his now and he was hers. Nothing would take her from him.
“Wow…” Slowly, Aria opened her eyes and smiled weakly up at him. Reaching up, her small hand traced a design along his cheek absently. “I think you gave me one hell of a hickey.” She murmured, her eyes looked up at his, completely drained.
“Same could be said of you.” Clasping his hand with hers, he brought her captured hand closer as he placed a soft kiss at the center of her palm. “Don’t move an inch.” He whispered.
Laying her hand down, Doyle slowly pulled from her silky depths causing them both to gasp with renewed pleasure. Climbing from the bed, he made his way to the connecting bath room. Aria couldn’t prevent her eyes from widening to the size of dinner plates when she saw his manhood in the light of the bathroom. Never mind that he was bigger than she’d first expected, but he was still hard! Had once not been enough? Maybe it was her; perhaps being human she couldn’t satisfy him?
Her body jerked when she felt a cool cloth against her tender flesh nuzzled between her slick thighs. Watching Doyle as he took his time cleaning her, Aria’s mind began to wonder.
“Stop it.” Doyle growled in the darkness of the room. She could see his firm expression by the light from the bathroom, knowing her thoughts must have betrayed her; she looked pointedly at his bobbing erection.
“I hope you’re not expecting an encore so soon?” She teased with a smile.
Chuckling, Doyle crawled into bed next to her, his body facing hers. Reaching up to brush a golden strand out of her face he s
hook his head. “I’m not that selfish. I’ll let you rest for three minutes.”
“Three?” Pulling away, she scoffed at his statement. Already she could tell he was a bit of a nymphomaniac and if she wasn’t careful she may come to crave him just as much.
Too late…she smugly thought to herself.
“I said I wasn’t selfish, not dead.” Rolling onto his back, Doyle looked up at the ceiling with a grin. “I’ll allow you a short break before I jump you again. But be warned, now that you’re mine; I won’t be leaving you alone much.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about you referring to me as ‘yours’.” Feeling a chill sweep over her damp skin, Aria crawled closer to Doyle. His arm immediately lifted around her, sweeping her close against his side.
“You are mine, Aria. It’s done. We completed the mating.”
Feeling unsure, Aria rested her head against his shoulder with her arms curled against her naked chest. She knew whatever they’d done tonight couldn’t be washed away and part of her wouldn’t want it to be. Doyle was hers now and that meant he wouldn’t leave her to face Malca’s wrath alone. But still there was a part of her that worried what could mean for their future.
Rubbing his warm hands up his mate's suddenly chilled arms, Doyle could feel his anxiety double instantly. It would take some getting used to being bound not only to his true mate, but to his bear as well. Already he felt stronger. Nothing could touch him with his mate by his side. With that thought, every protective instinct within him screamed at him to urge her to tell him everything she'd been keeping from him. But as he felt his worn out mate melt into his side the demanding words wouldn't come out.
He could wait. Tomorrow was the day he would present her before the council and the rest of his pack. By claiming her tonight, he'd spared her the terror of the Right of Revealment. However it was no telling how long his bite would take to turn her and that would put her in danger. But the popular opinion of his pack wasn't the issue. Aria was being hunted and until he put a stop to it, she would never be safe.
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