Chapter 133 Chains of Forever
[Lana]
His breath hitched, eyes wide with a mix of nervous anticipation and raw need as I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slowly at first, feeling the velvet hardness against my palm. "Lana," he groaned, his voice trembling, hips bucking slightly into my touch. I smirked, relishing his inexperience, the way each sensation seemed to overwhelm him. Leaning down, I kissed along his jaw, my other hand guiding him as I lifted myself, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. I was already slick with desire, my own arousal coating my folds as I teased him there, rubbing against him without fully taking him in.
His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my skin as if to anchor himself. "Please," he whispered, the word barely audible, a plea laced with desperation. I obliged, sinking down onto him slowly, feeling every inch of his thick shaft stretch me as I took him inside. A low moan escaped my lips at the sensation, the heat of him filling me, so alive and pulsing compared to the cold emptiness of my own body. His eyes fluttered shut, a shudder running through him as I seated myself fully, my inner walls clenching around his cock.
I began to move, setting a slow, torturous rhythm, rolling my hips as I rode him. His gasps filled the room, hands clutching at me as if afraid I'd disappear. Each thrust drove him deeper, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my core, my clit grinding against his pelvis with every downward motion. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, the way it twitched with every shift of my body, and it drove me to quicken my pace, chasing the heat building between us. His inexperience made every reaction raw—every moan, every shudder, every desperate grip of his hands on my thighs.
Leaning down, I pressed my chest against his, my lips finding the pulse at his throat as I maintained control, shifting to a deeper, more intense rhythm. His cock slid in and out of me with slick ease now, the wet sounds of our bodies joining mingling with his ragged breaths. I guided him with a whispered encouragement, urging him to match my movements, and though his thrusts were clumsy at first, they grew bolder, more urgent, his hips rising to meet mine. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his skin flushed with exertion and desire, and I drank in the sight of him unraveling beneath me.
At the height of our passion, the predator in me surged forward. My fangs extended, and before I could stop myself, I bit into the tender flesh of his neck, completing the mate bond. His body shuddered violently beneath mine, a low, primal growl rumbling from his chest as the supernatural connection surged through him, awakening something wild and untamed. His cock pulsed inside me, the intensity of the bond pushing him over the edge, and I felt the hot rush of his release as he came, spilling into me with a guttural moan. My own climax followed, sharp and overwhelming, my body tightening around him as waves of pleasure crashed through me, fueled by the taste of his blood on my tongue and the electric pull of the bond sealing us together.
I pulled back, blood staining my lips, watching the mate mark form on his skin—a dark, intricate pattern blooming where my teeth had pierced. His eyes flared with a golden intensity, a raw, electric energy coursing through him as he gripped me tighter, his breath coming in sharp, exhilarated pants. He looked at me, not with shock, but with a fierce, almost feral recognition, as if the bond had unlocked a deeper part of his being.
Looking at his charged form, a storm of emotions tore through me. "What have I done?" I hissed under my breath, my voice trembling in the dark room. Regret clawed at my chest, but it was drowned out by a fierce, primal hunger—a need to claim, to protect, to bind him to me irrevocably. My fingers trembled as they traced the mark on his neck, the pulse of the bond searing through my skin like wildfire. This wasn’t just a connection; it was a shackle, a tether I couldn’t escape.
I’d spent centuries drifting, untouchable, free of anchors in this fleeting world. Now, with this mark, with this werewolf bound to me, I’d woven myself deeper into the tangled web of existence. Another tie, another reason to linger, to care, to fear loss. My heart raced, a cold sweat prickling at the back of my neck as the weight of it crashed over me. I’d claimed a mate—a creature of strength and wildness—and in doing so, I’d added another burden to my endless life. Another fragile thread that could unravel me if severed. I wanted to pull away, to sever this bond before it rooted deeper, but the pull was already too strong, the hunger too consuming.
I'd bound myself to a werewolf, and the universe had tightened its grip on me. After two centuries of detachment, I was no longer just a shadow passing through. I had something—someone—to hold onto, and that terrified me more than any enemy I'd ever faced. Another reason to stay, to fight, to feel the weight of this world I'd tried so hard to escape.
I lay in the darkness, listening to his steady breathing beside me. The mate mark on his neck was starkly visible, a constant reminder of what I'd done. I couldn't stay. The thought solidified in my mind—I had to leave before this bond grew stronger, before I lost what little control I had left.
Slowly, I slipped out of bed, gathering my scattered clothes in the dark. My bare feet were silent on the hardwood floor as I dressed and made my way to the door. I reached for the doorknob, turning it carefully—
A strong hand slammed the door shut before I could open it fully.
"Where are you going?" His voice came from directly behind me, low and dangerous.