Chapter 2 HAN
WILLA'S POV
Whether it was his own impatience or the fact that I was getting wetter with every second that ticked by due to being on the cusp of a full blown heat, I wasn’t entirely certain. But the wolf was spurred to run faster, all four legs working with fervor to bring me to a safe place where he can claim me.
Finally, after minutes that seemed to drag on for an eternity, the wolf came to a stop right in front of a simple but homey cabin, just on the outskirts of fallen human kingdom.
I slid off his back as gracefully as I could with my heat-addled mind and the juices that trickled out of me ceaselessly in preparation for our impending mating.
Anticipation thrummed beneath my skin, and desire coiled in my stomach, while my instincts clamored to override my logic.
This was a moment I have been waiting for. Enemy or not, this man was mine. Mine in body, heart, mind and soul. So completely and utterly mine that I absurdly felt like I am in the safest place in this world. Worries and doubts had no place in the moment, and I knew then that it was okay to succumb to my instincts and my wolf’s desire to be claimed and bonded for life.
So when I was immediately caged by my mate, who had already shifted back to his human form, once inside the privacy and safety of the cabin, I didn’t even bat an eye nor wince at the suddenness of the act. Instead, I welcomed him in my arms, his naked body pressing me against the door.
“Mine,” he growled, his nose buried in the juncture where my neck met my shoulder. He stole a deep whiff of my scent, then moaned in sheer delight.
“Yes, yours.”
“Call me Han,” he murmured, his lips ghosting my ear.
“Willa,” I managed to say while being utterly distracted by the way his hands were sliding up and down my waist and hips.
“Willa,” he parroted huskily.
The sound of my name on his tongue had me smiling. How could anyone manage to make my name sound so sensual and oddly beautiful at the same time?
“Yes, Han?” I purred as I gifted his arms with feather-like caresses.
“You are driving me insane.”
Suddenly, with eyes still glowing in its beautiful shade of amber, he pulled away and stood a good step away from me, uncaring of his state of undress.
But I suppose he wouldn’t find any problem with it given the way his face and body seemed to be sculpted by an expert artisan’s hands. His face was chiseled in an attractively masculine way, yet it retained a boyish charm through the vivaciousness in his gaze and the blitheness of the smile on his pink lips. His shoulders were broad and confident, and he was packing muscles, defined and strong, giving him exquisite lines I could spend a day or two tracing with my fingers. Then, the star of the glorious image of him, was the manhood he was endowed with. It stood erect, thick and long with a tip flushed and mildly leaking in clear arousal that I felt too.
“Are you interested in having a conversation right now to address the elephant in the room, or would you rather see what other things my mouth can do for you?”
“And by elephant, do you mean the fact that we are on different sides of this war?” I asked, tilting my head slightly to the side. It was a small and subtle gesture of seduction that got his gaze hungrily staring at the spot where he clearly wanted to bite me. “Even though I think now is not the ideal time for us to parley, I would definitely love to learn later on why you fight for the Alpha King for such a greedy and violent cause.”
Han grinned rakishly, his eyes seemingly becoming brighter at the challenge of having an enemy as his fated mate. “Oh goodie. You are one of those deeply self-righteous heathens then!”
I shot him the deadliest glare I could manage while in an aroused state. I then retorted, “So what other things can your mouth do for me then? Because it’s clearly not the best at dirty talk.”
He was on me in a heartbeat again, pressing himself so damn close that I could feel his body heat permeate through the fabric of my clothes.
“And do you have a point of comparison, mate? Have you given yourself to someone else? Are you going to compare me to them? See who’s better in bed? Hm? You don’t have to. I’ll make sure you forget them for good. I’ll erase every trace of their kisses and touches on your body, and-”
“Have you taken a proper look at my green eyes? I am sure you know what these eyes mean for our kind,” I interjected breathlessly.
Han grunted his affirmation before his lips found my neck and started peppering me with light kisses.
“It has been a strict tradition, rule actually, for green eyed werewolves of our bloodline to always wait for our fated mate. It is only, ah-”
A distractingly pleasant suck at a spot just below my ear had me moaning softly, cutting my explanation short.
He slid a thigh between my legs, pressing it upwards against my weeping cunt, making me moan once more.
Feeling the wetness that had leaked through the fabric of my breeches, he then murmured, “Maybe it’s time for our bodies to do the talking.”