Chapter 185: Mine

Chapter 185: Mine
Vida's POV

"Fuck me!" I whisper between Meredith's lips as he moves against mine, slow at first and then deeper, everything about the kiss changed.

"I will, I can't wait to have me inside of you but are you sure you are strong enough for..." I smashed my lips against him, not giving him room to talk me out of this.

"Is there ever a time I'm not strong enough for such an act?" I whisper my breath fanning his face, as I grab his hands and place them between my thighs, his eyes widen.

"No undies!" I giggled and pushed his fingers into my core. "You are fucking wet."

"Only for you," I whisper, while my fingers curl into his shoulders as I kiss him back, my heart racing wildly in my chest. Thinking of all the naughty things we could do. I could feel the way his body pressed closer to mine, careful yet certain, as if he was still grounding himself in the reality that I was truly here, alive with him. His hand slipped gently along my side, resting at my waist, pulling me closer as if he couldn't get enough.

His hand roams dangerously beneath my big t-shirt, "Vida!" He whispered softly against my lips, my name sounded different in his mouth, now, they were warmer, and Fuller, like it finally belonged there.

"Yes, I'm here," I whisper softly, my breath uneven, as he pulled away from me, his forehead rested briefly against mine, our breaths moving in the quiet space between us, for a moment everything slowed down, the world, the chaos, the pain we had carried, then his lips found mine again, this time deeper, more certain as he hovered over me, I responded without hesitation, my hands sliding up to his neck, holding him close. There was no fear anymore, no doubt just the overwhelming feeling of wanting him, of him choosing me

He broke the kiss for the second time, his gaze fixed on my face. That look was admiration, desire, and somehow, my heart raced, and the butterflies in my tummy made me giggle. "I won't hurt you," he murmured softly, almost like he needed to say it out loud.

"I know," I replied. I trusted him completely. I wanted to add those words to it, but my words fade away when he lowers himself and buries his face between my thighs. His soft lips found my inner thighs as he placed kisses there till he got to my core. My body froze, "Meredith!" I moaned out his name as I threw my head over the bed headrest. He nibbled and sucked me down there. I pressed his head more into me as my body shivered.

"Keep it low!" He whispered when he got off me, "You don't want everyone to hear, do you?" I shook my head, parting my lips to say something, but he came up and kissed me, the kisses were so intense that my body wasn’t listening to anything but just the things he was doing to me

"Please!" I beg

"What are you begging for?" He teased, but I didn't say a word; all I could hear was my deep breath. He pressed my bosom, giving it a hard squeeze beneath my big t-shirt. "I think this had to go." He whispered, and I had no objections to it. I raised my hand up, and in a second, my shirt was off. His eyes filled with excitement, studying my nude chest, and without warning, his lips found my right breast, while his other hand found my left breast, sucking and kneading each of them.

"Meredith please, I can't take it anymore." I cried out but he didn't stop. "Please..."

"Tell me what you are begging for?" He taunted.

"You!" I moaned out, he let go of my bosom, but the torture wasn't over. He kissed every part of my body; his touch remained gentle, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was learning me, memorizing me in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to before. I felt every small shift, every breath, every heartbeat, ours syncing together like they were always meant to. "I want you inside me," I whisper, he chuckled.

"And that is what I always wanted," he pulled completely from me, and I frowned.

"What now?"

"Remember what I told you?" His voice guttural, pulled me from the bed, while he stood on his feet with my legs wrapped around his waist. My brows furrow, "I told you, I am not dying without fucking you while standing on my feet." I giggled at his words as tears of joy pooled in my eyes, "Baby, please don't cry."

"I am not crying, just too excited, and sometimes I feel it's a dream."

Meredith shakes his head, "This isn't a dream, but reality." He whispered smashing his lips against mine, my fingers find their way to his hair, as he kissed me aggressively, my body burn in desires, this was the first time, Meredith was going to do all the work, while I was been treated like a baby doll, I was still riding on my orgasm, while Meredith take off his shirt, but I had no idea how his short and pant went off, all I know, that right now, we were both naked, "are you ready?" He groaned, I gave him a lazy nod, and he slammed himself inside me, my eyes rolled.

"Fuck!" I curse, as he moves inside me, this wasn't the thing I had enjoyed, this was like having my first orgasms. My fingers tightened slightly against him as I buried my face against his shoulders, breathing him in. The warmth, the closeness, the connection, it all wrapped around me in a way I had never experienced before. For the first time, everything felt so new and different, and the bond and desires enveloped me all at once, "Meredith!" I breathe softly, his name felt different now, as he ride me, his breath becomes uneven, he pulled his lips from me but didn't pulled out from me, he lifted his head slightly, his eyes searching mine, and that was when I saw it, they shifted, it's becoming darker, his breathing changed slightly, his gaze dropped to my neck, I felt it too. That pull that deep primal connection that went behind words, "what is it?" I whisper.

"My wolf!" He said softly, his voice lower, rougher now, "he wants to mark you," he growl, "want to make you ours," my heart skipped, not that I didn't want the mark, but the words somehow sent a shiver through me, but they were nowhere close to fear but one filled of anticipation, slowly without breaking eye contact, I tilted my head slightly, baring my neck to him.

"I'm yours," I whispered, there was no hesitation in my voice, no doubt, only certainty.

His hand came up gently, brushing my jawline, steadying me, while my back slightly pressed against the wall, "Are you sure?" He asked softly.

I nodded, "yes," my voice was firm, "I've never been more sure of anything but this."

His eyes softened for just a second, then he parted his lips, his fangs elongated. I felt the shift in him, the presence of his wolf rising to the surface, not threatening, not dangerous, but protective and possessive.

"Mine!" The word ripped from his throat, as his breath brushed against my neck, warm and uneven, then a sharp sting grazed my neck. Without warning, his fangs sank into my skin, I gasped softly, my body tensing for a brief second before the pain melted into something else. Pleasure, warmth, binding, everything hit me at the same time.

They all spread through me like fire and comfort at the same time, desire rushed through my veins, wrapping around my heart, settling deep into my soul. I clutched onto him instinctively. The bond snapped into place, strong and unbreakable. His emotions flooded into me: relief, love, fear, devotion, all of it blended into something overwhelming and beautiful. Tears slipped from my eyes without warning, he pulled back slightly, his fangs retracting as he looked at me, his eyes filled with something I had never seen so clearly before. They were love, pure love, "Vida!" He whispered, flicking his tongue over the mark, wiping off the blood from my neck, a soft breathless smile curved my face. "You are mine now," he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine, and his hand moved to my waist, pressing hard on my ass. "My desires are building." He whispered, his voice rough, needing and uncontrollable.

"I could feel..." The words died down my throat as he smashed his lips against mine and moved almost the same time, inside me.

"Fuck!" I curse, "This feels so good."

"I'm glad that I was able to make you feel good." His tears pulled as he thrust deep into me.

"This always feels good with you."

"I love you."

"I love you too," I whisper.

"Let's make our Union official, and this time, I am not going to push you away."