Chapter 35 Mine
It had been a long time since Kian felt like he was at the edge of a cliff, waiting in anticipation to see if he’d soar or if gravity would take hold and he’d plummet to his death below. His heart raced as he finally allowed himself to open up to the one person who he deemed the best at strategy, planning, and executing.
Raina was the mastermind at seeing the bigger pictures as well as all the smaller details. Nothing escaped her eagle eyes and hawklike attributes when she became the shewolf he counted on above all else. This was where she excelled and he needed her to understand in the world of wolves that wolves especially warriors searched for the diamond in the rough.
She was his diamond in the rough and nobody would take that away. He had noticed more than once when they were in other pack territories that she drew variety of eyes like a moth to a flame. She was a natural beauty with her unruly hair that she usually tamed in her signature braid. Her eyes were striking and expressive. If it wasn’t her beauty that they were captivated by then her exceptional skillset a warrior won them over, she attracted unmated wolves from Deltas all the way to Alphas.
He had seen more than one Alpha get turned down by her. He wondered now if she had even been aware that they had interest in her, judging by how lowly she thought of herself as a woman. She truly hadn’t been aware of her worth as both a woman and a warrior, because everyone had believed she was mated to her role as his Beta. Little did he know that his Beta rose up the ranks in hopes to be seen by him and to prove her worth to him.
As an Alpha, it was hard to admit he was wrong and that he had been deceived for years, but here he was revealing his sins to his fated mate. He could blame her for not coming forward, but deep down, he understood why she hadn’t, but it killed him to know he could’ve killed her without realizing it. If she had come forward even to accept rejection, it would’ve snapped him out whatever spell he had been under because her presence was already unraveling he was certain carefully laid out plans.
“I planned on waiting for my fated mate,” he admitted, watching the confusion sink into her features. This wasn’t known to truly anyone else but Sebastian. “Sebastian had told me that in my youth that I was adamant to wait and that even if I was forced I would’ve forfeited my rite.”
She chewed her food, studying his expressions on his face as if she was trying to find any lie. “Do you not remember this?”
He sighed, looking away from her. This was tougher than he realized it was going to be. He looked at his large hands, seeing the strength in them. As an Alpha, he was bigger and stronger than the rest. The body he was given and the blood pumping through his veins ensured his ability to lead… except he hadn’t been strong enough to see the devils masquerading as lambs. It almost cost him everything.
“I-I didn’t.” His voice was a strained whisper. How could he not realize that his memories had faded? How could he not see or feel that something was wrong? “But after we broke, I started remembering.”
“Remembering?” Her voice was soft, almost like she knew this was bringing him to his knees and she didn’t want to spook him.
Bitterly, he chuckled at his foolishness. “It took the ruin of my parent’s bond to see the beauty of their fated bonds to break me free of the illusion,” he growled, shaking his head. He raked a hand through his hair as he continued on his own tragic explanation on why he was an awful fated mate to the one woman that deserved everything. “Sebastian had told me that before I had changed Richmond had overhead my conversation with Sebastian that I’d forfeit my rite if I couldn’t be with my fated mate.”
The air changed in the cottage. He noticed that her fork hung midair with her hand frozen in place. His eyes finally drifted up to Raina’s face. She was frozen for a moment like a statue before the expression on her face was chilling. Her eyes sharply shifted to him as her breathing became ragged.
“Was she in on it?” she asked.
She was beautiful and savage. The look in her eyes promised blood and his own wolf growled in approval over her reaction. “I don’t know, Raina. There are times when I don’t think she was then other times I do question it. She was fifteen when this all began.”
“What is your gut telling you?” she shot back with all claws and teeth at the ready.
No longer was this other version of her that had started overtaking the woman he knew so well. She wanted blood. She wanted to know who take out and he smirked at that. Good, because he was going to need this.
“That she can’t be trusted,” he admitted, trying not to get turned on by her blood thirst and craving for violence over injustice.
It was a losing battle, because he preferred her as a warrior ready to fight. This was his fated mate. She was always the one he’d chose and it made so much sense to him. She bit her lip as her eyes burned into his as her mind worked and he wondered what type of things were circulating in there.
“She could’ve been brought into the fold when she was older,” she pointed out as she placed her food container on the coffee table in front of the sofa before settling comfortably back on his lap. He continued to watch her while she was deep in her thoughts. “Elder Richmond and her brothers are definitely in on it. Elder Richmond has been on your back for years since you and his precious Mia broke up.”
He fought to keep himself from chuckling at the vindictive way she growled out ‘precious’. He couldn’t fault her for her growing resentment of Mia after everything that happened. It had been because of Mia’s involvement whether innocent or not that prevented her from claiming what rightfully hers. She took all the times he and Mia had sex as punishment for not being what he desired. He wanted to punish her for thinking that he’d never find her attractive.
“Kian,” she growled, shaking her head. Her eyes snapped to his. “Why are you so… riled up?”
He smirked, wondering when she would address it. He only shrugged. “You make it hard not to be riled up.”
“How is this my fault?” Her eyes flashed in warning.
He chuckled darkly at her aggression. “Because your anger and your blood thirst turns me on. Your warrior-instinct turns me on,” he growled at her as he quickly grabbed her chin to force her to keep her eyes on his. He wanted to see the heat of her rage in them. “Don’t you know how beautiful you look when you’re about to destroy anyone and everything that dares to step in your way or takes what isn’t theirs?”
He could feel her pleasure build within him and he growled in approval. Quickly shifting her on his lap so she sat facing him, his eyes burned directly into hers. A savage smirk crossed her face as she rolled her hips, pressing into his hard dick already straining against his pants for her.
“Show me then,” she challenged as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She nipped at his earlobe before her teeth nipped a path down his throat until her mouth settled on a spot at the juncture between his shoulder and neck. “Show me how beautiful you think my violent tendencies turn you on.”
Fuck, he wasn’t going to keep that promise to wait after all.
He growled when she playfully bit at his shoulder and his hands immediately grabbed her hips as he slammed her down on him. She groaned when he thrusted up against her, enjoying the way her body tensed in her growing pleasure that was tearing through him enhancing his.
“Feel what you do to me?” he teased. His eyes met hers when she drew slightly back. He watched her nod her head dazed. “I know you can feel my pleasure, don’t you?”
She moaned as she ground against him, obviously wanting more. He chuckled while his hands roamed up and massaged her breasts, feeling the small swells of flesh. Through her shirt, he could feel her nipples harden and he immediately grabbed her flesh. His mouth suctioned around her nipple, wetting the material of her shirt. She gasped as he nipped at her nipple as his other hand toyed with the other.
Her pleasure skyrocketed and he welcomed it, encouraging him to continue. Frustrated with the fabric of her shirt, he quickly grabbed the bottom of her shirt and tore. He wasn’t satisfied until he tasted her flesh.
She rode him through the friction of their clothes between them, enjoying the sensation of his mouth toying with her nipple as he continued to tease the other. Until she was close to reaching her pleasure, he quickly wound one arm around her waist as he thrust up against her.
This wouldn’t do.
He needed skin.
He needed close contact.
When she toppled over the edge, he kept his teeth from biting into her flesh. He cursed in his mind as he willed himself not to join her. This fire between them demanded more and he was going to give it the heat and wood that it needed.
“Need more, don’t you?”
When she whimpered, nodding her head to his question, he smirked. He’d take her down this rabbit hole every time. It was what their bodies desired. What their souls demanded. What their hearts craved.
Their minds quiet.
Only instincts allowed.
Raina’s pleasure flooded her. It was almost painful just like his savage thrusts, but she wouldn’t have had it any other way. She got off on the pain, but pleasure accompanied it always. It was like everything — a bit of pleasure, a bit of pain. Heaven and hell.
And this was heaven and hell.
He was withholding her orgasm, drawing near to the edge only to back off. He was punishing her in his own way and she would be his offering to the gods and the goddesses up there, watching them set fire to world around them.
But he had so much to atone for… all the times he screwed her. All the times that pain burned through her. Her anger flared as her eyes opened, burning into his. A challenge was met and he smirked at her audacity.
When she shoved him back so she could crawl over him, her knees hit the floor on either side of his body. In this cottage where her childhood memories lived, she would make new ones. Her hands grabbed his as she slammed them back against the the wood, trapping them beneath her grip. The flames of fire licked their naked bodies, illuminating their sweaty skin. Moonlight even crept inside, spilling over the floorboards to witness them.
She sank down on him as she held his eyes. She savored his groan. The way he squirmed a bit while she lifted her hips, forcing his dick to withdraw. She bit her lip as she controlled her movements, drawing out the torture while she slowly eased back down on him.
“Are you thinking of her?” she growled at him. Her fingers curled into the flesh of his hands.
His eyes flamed at her audacity.
Good. He wasn’t the only one that got off on each other’s anger and rage.
“Well, are you?” she hissed at him as her controlled movements continued. Her hands continued to subdue him, even though she knew he could flip her without any issue. She had grown strong over the years, but he was stronger. “Or are you lying? Do you like little fragile flowers that you have to coddle? Were you afraid to ruffle her petals?”
She leaned forward slightly so their mouths were barely a gap from his. She licked his bottom lip before she sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue then traced his top lip before sliding against the seam of his mouth. His mouth opened and her tongue stormed, laying siege to him. She controlled the kiss, slanting her mouth over his like he had done so many times.
When she finally pulled away, her eyes went to his. “Do you miss fucking her?”
“I never fucked her,” he growled as he tried to tug his hands from her grip.
She fought against him, holding them tight. Her adrenaline surged. “You only fuck me, isn’t that right? She couldn’t handle you like this, could she? So unhinged? So brutal?” She smirked before she slammed her body down on him, causing his eyes to roll back of his eyes as he cursed. His pleasure spiked within her and she couldn’t help but gloat. “Did she do this? Did she make you feel this good?”
She rode him hard, slamming her hips down on his. She continued to pin his hands above his head as she took him for a ride. She could feel him losing control and she loved every moment of him unraveling. He had done this so many times to her and this felt so addictive to be in control.
“Did she?” she shouted at him.
He shook his head, losing total control of himself. She could feel his slipping from his body.
“No!” he roared back at her.
Her own pleasure flared at his answer. Her body moved like a wild, uncontrollable beast. Her body crashed down over his violently. Her speed quickened. The addictive feverish high of his building pleasure was burning through her veins. She wanted him to surrender to her and only her.
When he fell apart beneath her with her name echoing in the forest letting everyone and everything know who he belonged to, she allowed herself to join him, milking him as she tightened around him. She barely heard him cursing beneath him, but a satisfied victorious smile instinctively crossed her face.
Her eyes finally opened and his eyes were on hers.
“Mine,” she growled at him, staking claim over him while her walls continued to milk his dick of his seed.
Nobody was ever going to see him like that. Nobody would ever know what it felt like to have an Alpha surrender to them, because Alphas only surrendered to their Lunas and fated mates.
He smirked. “Always.”