Chapter 178

Chapter 183
Natalie POV


Nathan's gaze held mine as he kissed me again, and in one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me. I gasped at the sudden fullness, my body arching against him, adjusting to his size as he remained still, allowing me to acclimate, his breath coming in short, controlled pants against my neck.

When he began to move, it was with a controlled rhythm that quickly built in intensity, each thrust more confident than the last as he learned what made me respond. I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as pleasure mounted, marking him in a primal way that my wolf approved of. His mouth covered mine, swallowing my moans as his tongue explored my mouth, matching the rhythm of our bodies, the taste of him—wild and male—flooding my senses.

One of his hands moved between us, fingers finding exactly where I needed them most, circling with unexpected precision. I broke the kiss, throwing my head back against the wall as sensations overwhelmed me, stars exploding behind my eyelids. Nathan's eyes never left my face, watching intently as I came undone around him, my inner walls clenching as waves of pleasure washed over me, my wolf howling in satisfaction within my mind.

The moment my climax subsided, Nathan pulled me away from the wall, his strength never faltering. Still joined, he carried me to a worn leather chair in the corner of the room, the material creaking slightly as he sat down, positioning me on top of him, his hands sliding to my hips.

I began to move, rising and falling on him as his hands guided my hips, his fingers pressing into my flesh with enough force to leave marks—marks I welcomed. The new angle brought fresh sensations, deeper and more intense, and I could feel another orgasm building rapidly, coiling tight at the base of my spine. Nathan leaned forward, his mouth finding my breast, alternating between gentle bites and soothing licks while his hands continued to direct my movements, his own pleasure evident in the soft growls rumbling from his chest.

I tangled one hand in his hair, the silky strands sliding between my fingers, the other gripping his shoulder for leverage, feeling the hard muscle beneath his skin. The sounds of our joining filled the room—skin against skin, our ragged breathing, whispered encouragements, and the intoxicating scent of our arousal that seemed especially potent to our wolf senses, heady and primal.

As I approached the edge again, Nathan tightened his grip on my hips, increasing my pace until I shattered once more, crying out his name, the sound echoing in the small cabin. Through it all, his eyes remained locked on mine, the amber glow intensifying as he watched me with an intensity that was both thrilling and overwhelming, seeing me at my most vulnerable and still wanting more.

Before I could fully recover, Nathan stood, still inside me, and carried me to the bed in the corner, the wooden frame creaking under our combined weight. He laid me down gently on the soft furs covering the mattress, remaining motionless for a moment as he kissed me deeply, his body covering mine like a living blanket. I guess he plans to christen every surface in the cabin tonight, I thought, a mix of amusement and anticipation stirring within me.

He began kissing his way down my neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire across my sensitized skin, then to my breasts, lavishing attention on both before returning to my neck. When he found the potential marking spot—the place where werewolves leave their permanent claim—I moaned louder, my body arching toward him instinctively, responding to the attention. But he continued upward, trailing kisses along my jawline until he found my mouth again, his restraint evident in the tension of his muscles.

He began moving inside me once more, slow and tortuous at first, each thrust deliberate and deep, then building to a faster pace as our bodies demanded more. I sensed a slight irregularity in his rhythm, noticing how he seemed to restrain himself from completing the mate bond, from marking me as his when his lips returned to that sensitive spot on my neck. The realization brought a pang of both relief and sadness, a bittersweet acknowledgment of what could not be.

We reached our climax almost simultaneously, our bodies tensing in perfect harmony before relaxing into satisfaction, a shared gasp filling the quiet cabin as the pleasure crested and broke over us. Nathan collapsed beside me on the bed, both of us breathing heavily, our skin slick with exertion. He reached for a thick fur blanket and pulled it over us, creating a cocoon of warmth against the chill that was beginning to settle in the room as the fire in the small hearth died down to embers.

I turned toward him, studying his face in the dim light filtering through the window. His eyes were closed, his features relaxed in a way I hadn't seen before, all the responsibility of being Alpha momentarily lifted from his shoulders. A twist of guilt curled in my stomach as I thought about what I needed to say, what I knew would shatter this perfect moment.

"Nathan," I said softly, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble beneath my fingertips. "We need to talk."

His eyes opened slowly, concern immediately replacing the contentment, his body tensing slightly beside me. "Is everything okay?"

"I think we need to address some things before this goes any further," I said, choosing my words carefully, feeling the weight of them on my tongue. "I had planned to talk to you before coming in here, but you're a bit hard to resist." I tried to lighten the moment, but my smile felt strained even to me.

A small laugh escaped him, though it didn't reach his eyes. "What did you want to talk about?" His voice was cautious now, as if he already knew and dreaded what was coming.