Chapter 62 Finding Our Way Back To Each Other

Chapter 62 Finding Our Way Back To Each Other
Aurelia

Now that the entire pack knew exactly what I could do with a single look, the bullying dropped drastically.

There were no more whispers behind my back, poisoned glares, or deliberate shoves in the corridors. 

They still hated me, that was never going to change, but fear was a much better leash than respect. Right? 

Since that day in the council room, I showed up at morning and evening drills like I belonged there. As the Alpha's commander and all that. I practiced with the warrior shifters in attack formations and drills.

The first time I stepped onto the training field, the goddess’ mark on my chest flared brightly, flooding the air with raw, fertile power. 

I felt so guilty that I nearly summoned my magic to carry me out of there.

Every unmated male in the vicinity had gone rock-hard in seconds, their cocks straining against their training pants, and their nostrils flaring like they could smell a prime female ready to be bred. 

I hated when it happened like that, but it was the goddess' mark. I couldn't tear it off my skin even if I tried.

A few of them had nearly dropped to their knees right there. Now they were learning to control it. The ones who couldn’t keep their eyes off my tits or my ass usually ended up tasting Zhayad’s fist or worse.

We’d just finished the ninth morning drill. Sweat clung to my skin, my muscles burned, and I just wanted to have a shower. I'd spent thirty minutes trying to master a particular drill after drilling hours had ended. Zhayad left earlier, so it was just me and some other male shifters. 

They knew better than to look at me twice.

I headed back to our bedroom, the one Zhayad and I were supposed to share if the bastard wasn’t so damn good at avoiding me every single night.

The moment my fingers touched the door handle, the mate bond slammed into me like a freight train.

“Ugh—” White-hot lust punched straight through my chest. My knees buckled. I caught myself against the doorframe as glowing vines of silver light burst from the mark between my breasts, pulsing wildly and painfully.

My nipples tightened instantly, aching, and a rush of slick heat flooded between my thighs so fast it soaked my underwear.

I could feel him through the bond, his thick, filthy need, the unmistakable edge of a man on the verge of coming. 

My stomach clenched with a vicious mix of fury and raw hunger. Was he in there jerking off while avoiding me? After everything?

Jealousy and hurt twisted inside me, but the bond didn’t give a shit about my pride. It dragged me forward like a bitch in heat.

I shoved the door open and stormed inside. The glowing vines spread down my arms, lighting up the dim room. My pussy throbbed with every step, my clit swollen and sensitive against my damp drilling gear.

I followed the pull like an addict, straight toward the bathroom. 

The sound of low, rough breathing hit me first. Then I saw him. Zhayad stood under the cascading water, completely naked, one massive hand wrapped around his thick, veined cock. 

He was stroking himself with slow, brutal pumps, from base to tip, his thumb swiping roughly over the swollen, leaking head. 

His muscles were locked tight, water streaming down the hard ridges of his abs, over the deep V that pointed straight to his massive dick.

His head was thrown back, and his eyes were closed. The way his hair was plastered to his forehead, how his jaw clenched hard in concentration… It made me realize this was more than just servicing himself. 

He was in pain. We hadn’t touched each other in so fucking long. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat as his fist tightened around himself.

He was thinking about me. I could feel every filthy detail through the bond, my name growled in his head, my scent driving him insane, the tight, wet heat of my cunt squeezing him as he fucked me raw.

“Zhayad,” I whispered in a shaky voice.

His eyes flew open, glowing that dangerous, predatory green. His lips parted, and when he let out a breath, it came out ragged.

There wasn’t a single trace of shame on his face. Just this look of hunger and frustration.

He kept stroking, slower now, deliberate drags from base to swollen tip, smearing the precum that kept leaking out. 

The thick veins on his shaft pulsed under his grip. 

“If you’re here, Aurelia,” he rasped, “it better be because you’re ready for what happens next.”

His eyes stayed locked on my face, never dropping to my heaving chest or the way my thighs were pressed together. But I felt the weight of his need crashing into me through the bond.

My pussy clenched hard, aching harder than before and throbbing almost painfully.

The glowing vines across my chest flared brighter, reaching toward him like they had a mind of their own. 

He was still waiting, his hand slowly working his massive cock like he could wait forever but wouldn’t.

I stepped closer. “I want to be in control this time. I don't care about the Alpha dynamics in the bedroom. I want to be in charge.”

He groaned. “Anything else?”

“Come and get these clothes off me, Alpha Zhayad.” I said, my lips curving in a dirty smile.The words snapped whatever fragile restraint he had left. He shut the water off and came for me like I'd just unleashed something dangerous inside him.

In one swift motion, he ripped my tank top straight down the center, my heavy breasts spilling free. 

He didn’t even bother pulling my pants down properly, he shredded them too, yanking the torn fabric down my legs until I stood completely naked before him.

“Fuck… look at this body,” he growled in pure satisfaction. “I’ve been dying for it.”

Before I could react, he dropped to his knees, grabbed my thick thighs, and buried his face between them. 

His hot tongue dragged through my soaked folds in one long, greedy stroke, sucking hard on my swollen clit.

I cried out, my knees buckling. My fingers fisted tight in his wet hair as I ground against his mouth.

But this time, I refused to surrender. I yanked his head back hard, forcing him to look up at me. His lips and chin glistened with my juices.

“The bedroom, now.” I ordered, breathing raggedly. 

Zhayad’s lips curved into a dangerous, wicked smirk. He rose slowly, towering over me, his massive cock slapping heavy and wet against my stomach as he moved. 

He backed out of the bathroom and I followed. He was moving back, to the large bed and I watched him sprawl across it like a dark god.

His legs were spread wide, his cock standing thick and proudly, leaking precum down his shaft. The glowing tattoos pulsing across his chest made it all look dreamlike.

I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. The heat between us was insane.

My glowing goddess mark flared brighter as I wrapped my fingers around his huge cock and lined him up with my dripping entrance.

“Be careful what you ask for, Aurelia,” he warned in a strained voice, his hands fisting the sheets so hard the fabric tore. “You can ride me now… but I’m still going to fuck you senseless.”

I sank down onto him slowly, inch by thick inch.

A broken moan tore from both our throats as he stretched me open. He was so big, so deep. I felt every vein, every ridge as my pussy swallowed him until I was fully seated, my ass pressed against his heavy balls.

“Fuck, Aurelia—” Zhayad groaned, his head falling back against the pillow.

I braced my hands on his chest and started moving with slow, deep rolls of my hips at first, then harder, faster. The sound of my wet pussy slapping against him filled the room, mixed with our desperate moans.

His hands finally grabbed my ass, squeezing hard, helping me ride him even deeper. We were both starving.