Chapter 297

Chapter 297
【Elsa POV】

There's something intoxicating about the power I feel when I touch Leif like this. My hands explore his chest, tracing the hard planes of muscle, and I watch his face transform with desire. His breathing becomes ragged, his amber eyes darkening as he struggles for control.

But I want to push him further.

My fingers trail lower across his abdomen, following the line of hair that disappears beneath the hospital sheet. Leif's entire body tenses, every muscle going rigid beneath my touch.

"Elsa," his voice strained.

I look up at him through my lashes, my fingers dancing closer to where he needs me most. "What?"

A low growl rumbles from his chest as he suddenly grabs my wrists, his grip firm but not painful. In one swift motion, he flips our positions, his hands pressing my shoulders into the mattress as he hovers over me.

"Don't move," he growls against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Or this will be over before it starts."

The command sends electricity straight through me, and I can't help the soft whimper that escapes my lips. Heat pools low in my belly, spreading through my limbs like wildfire. My body responds instinctively, arching beneath him as primal desires awaken.

"You're shaking," he murmurs, one hand sliding down my side to rest on my hip.

"I need you," I whisper, surprised by how desperate I sound.

Leif shifts, moving behind me, his hands guiding me to turn over. "On your hands and knees," he says, his voice rough with barely contained hunger.

I comply eagerly, positioning myself as he requests. The cool hospital air hits my heated skin, making me shiver. I can feel his gaze on me, intense and possessive.

"God, look at you," he breathes, his hands skimming up my back. "So beautiful."

His mouth moves to my spine, pressing hot kisses along each vertebra. I gasp at the sensation, my arms trembling as I struggle to hold myself up. Every touch feels magnified, pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

"Leif, please," I moan, pressing back against him.

"Please what?" His voice is dark, teasing. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to touch me. Everywhere. I want—" My words dissolve into a gasp as his teeth graze the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

His hands grip my hips possessively, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. The slight pain only heightens my arousal, and I push back against him again, wordlessly begging for more.

"You like this, don't you?" His lips brush against my ear as he speaks. "Being at my mercy? Knowing how much I want you?"

My mouth goes dry, thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm. The mate bond between us thrums with need, pulsing in rhythm with our racing hearts.

"Yes," I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. "God, yes. Please, Leif."

His hand moves to my throat, fingers wrapping around my neck with just enough pressure to make my pulse race. It's not threatening—it's claiming.

"Mine," he growls, positioning himself behind me. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against my entrance.

"Yours," I breathe, meaning it completely.

He uses his knee to spread my legs wider, his hand still at my throat as the other grips my hip. "Say it again."

"I'm yours, Leif. Always yours."

When he enters me slowly, stretching me, filling me completely, the world explodes into sensation. My mind goes blank, overwhelmed by the raw pleasure coursing through my veins.

"Fuck," he groans, his voice breaking. "You feel incredible."

I can only whimper in response, my body adjusting to the delicious fullness. The way he holds my throat, the way his other hand grips my hip—I want his marks on me. I want his teeth in my neck, his claim written across my skin.

He starts to move, setting a rhythm that's both fierce and controlled. Each thrust sends shockwaves through me, building toward something magnificent and terrifying.

"More," I gasp, pushing back to meet his movements. "Please, harder."

His breathing becomes harsh against my neck, punctuated by low growls that make my core clench around him. We move together with desperate hunger, each movement urgent and needy.

"I can't—" he pants, his control beginning to fray. "Elsa, I need— Fuck, I need—"

I can barely hear him over the roaring in my ears, but I know what he needs. What we both need.

"Please, Leif," I gasp, my body trembling on the edge of release. "Please. Claim me. Mark me. Make me yours in every way."

"Are you sure?" His voice is strained, desperate. "Once I do this, there's no going back."

"I've never been more sure of anything," I whisper. "I want this. I want you."

That's when his control completely snaps.

His teeth sink into the sensitive skin of my neck, and the world shatters around me. Pain and pleasure intertwine into something indescribable, something that goes beyond physical sensation. It's like lightning spreading through my veins, burning away everything I was before this moment.

My back arches as I scream his name, the sound echoing through the room. Every nerve in my body is sparking, my vision going white as the marking takes hold. My arms give out and I collapse forward, but Leif's strong arm wraps around my waist, holding me up.

But it's more than just physical. I can feel something deep in my chest clicking into place. The empty spaces I never knew existed are suddenly filled with warmth, with presence, with him.

Suddenly, golden eyes appear in my mind—not my own consciousness, but something else entirely.

Mate, a voice whispers in my thoughts, rich and warm and absolutely certain.

The word triggers another wave of sensation, and I cry out as my body convulses around him. Leif drives into me one final time, his own release tearing through him as he holds me tight against his chest, his teeth still embedded in my neck.

For a moment, the world goes completely still. We're both breathing hard, hearts racing, trembling in the aftermath of something that felt like rebirth.

Then the emotions hit me all at once—overwhelming, terrifying, beautiful. It's too much. Everything is too much. I can feel his presence in my mind, warm and solid and permanent, and the intensity of it makes tears spring to my eyes.

I start to cry, great heaving sobs that shake my entire body. Not from sadness, but from the sheer overwhelming nature of it all.

"Hey, hey," Leif murmurs, carefully withdrawing from me and pulling me into his arms. "It's okay. You're okay."

He gathers me against his chest, stroking my hair and pressing gentle kisses to my temple. The wolf presence is still there in my mind, radiating contentment and love.

Mine, it says again, the word wrapping around my consciousness like a warm embrace. My mate.

"I can feel him," I whisper against Leif's chest. "Your wolf. He's in my head."

Leif goes still. "What?"

Elsa?

The familiar voice in my head makes me freeze. Freyja?

I see you've completed the bond.

Leif's body goes rigid against mine. "That voice," he says, his brow furrowing. "Is that your wolf?"

"Freyja," I confirm, still trying to process her sudden appearance in my thoughts. "Yes."

Good thing I didn't arrive a few minutes early, Freyja continues, her mental voice dry with amusement. That would have been awkward.

I can feel Leif's wolf trying to get Freyja's attention, pushing at the edges of our connection. But then her presence starts to fade.

I'll be there soon, she says, and I can hear the irritation in her tone. Almost there. Finally.

"I want to know where mine is," Leif says quietly, his voice troubled.

My smile falters. "Your what?"

"My wolf. You said you could hear him, but I can't. I don't hear anything."

The words hit me like a physical blow. I stare at him, confused. "But I just heard him. He was speaking to us through the bond."

Leif shakes his head, looking frustrated. "I can't hear him, Elsa. Even though you clearly can. It's like my head is empty again."

I reach out mentally to Freyja. Freyja? Leif says he can't hear his wolf.

Of course he can't, she responds, sounding exasperated. The damn thing won't stop bothering me. He's chattering away in here constantly.

But Leif can't hear him, I tell her, concerned.

So I get to listen to him instead. Lucky me.

"No," Leif confirms when I relay this. "Just for that one moment during the marking. Now it's quiet again."

I'll be there soon, Elsa, Freyja says, her voice already starting to fade from my mind. Just make sure you're both dressed when I arrive. I don't need to see any more of this than I already have.