Chapter 100 Chapter One Hundred

Chapter 100 Chapter One Hundred
Julian kissed her—long, slow—then began to move down her body with unhurried intent. His mouth traced her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, his tongue lingering at her nipples until her breath caught and her body lifted toward him. He gave each one a slow, careful tease before sinking lower, settling between her thighs, and pressing a kiss to her knee like a promise.

Then another kiss—higher, along the inside of her thigh.

Kaelani’s hands tightened in the sheets as his mouth followed a slow path upward—never rushing, never claiming too fast—his kisses turning softer, warmer, as if he was trying to coax her open rather than take.

He glanced up at her once, eyes heavy with want, and the sight of her watching him—trusting him—nearly undid him.

“God,” he breathed, voice thick. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Kaelani’s head tipped back as his mouth brushed her skin again—but this time he went in for a taste, his tongue sliding in deep as a rough groan vibrated against her. She was so sweet it made his chest tighten, her heat and slickness quenching a thirst that had been clawing at him for far too long.

The dream-walks had been everything—intimate, vivid, real enough to keep him sated afterward. But this… this was the truth. Her taste. Her softness. The sound she made when he pleased her—moaning his name like she couldn’t help it. The way her body swayed to the rhythm of his mouth, opening for him, answering him. And the heat of her—so close, so consuming—had his heart slamming hard, like it wanted out of his ribs just to get closer to her.

Kaelani’s breath started to change—fracturing, catching, turning sharp around the edges like her body was climbing faster than her mind could follow.

Julian felt it immediately.

Not just in the way she moved, but in the way the bond tightened—humming hot and bright between them, pulling taut like a wire about to snap. His grip steadied at her hips, anchoring her as if he could hold her to the earth through sheer will.

Her thighs trembled.

A sound broke loose from her throat—half gasp, half plea—and Julian’s chest went tight with something fierce and reverent. He didn’t look away. Didn’t let himself get lost in anything but her.

He wanted to see it.

To know exactly what he was doing to her.

Kaelani released her grip on the sheets, then found him—grabbing at his hair, his shoulders, anything solid—her body swaying in helpless little movements that told him she was right there, right on the edge.

“Julian—” Her voice broke.

A growl shook through him, low and possessive, as he sucked her sweet pussy—ravenous, greedy, unapologetic. His tongue worked without mercy while he watched her. His body was tight with arousal, pride, hunger—like watching her fall apart for him was the most satisfying thing he’d ever seen.

The sound she made—shattered, breathless—went straight through him. His wolf surged hard at the taste of it, at the fact that she was giving him this without fear.

Julian’s jaw flexed as he kept going—precise, patient, unyielding—until Kaelani’s body stopped trying to hold itself together.

Her back arched.

Her breath caught.

And then she broke.

Kaelani’s cry was soft but raw, ripped from somewhere deep as her whole body tightened and trembled beneath his hands. Her thighs clamped, her fingers fisted, her head tipping back as if she couldn’t bear the intensity any other way.

Julian held her through it—hands firm, tongue unrelenting—watching with raw gratification as wave after wave tore through her.

He didn’t rush her through the aftershocks.

He stayed right there until her breathing turned shaky and slow, until the tension in her body began to loosen, until the bond’s bright flare eased into a warm, pulsing glow.

Only then did Julian lift his head.

His eyes were hungry and feral.

He dragged his tongue across his lower lip, tasting her again before he drew in a measured breath—like he needed air after what he’d just witnessed.

Then he rose to his knees, unfastened his shirt, and pulled it off in one smooth, controlled motion—setting it aside with care, not tossing it like some reckless teenager.

He caught Kaelani watching the movement—watching him—and something hot and possessive curled low in his stomach.

He leaned back over her, giving her time to take him in, and guided her hand to his bare chest.

“Touch me,” he murmured.

Kaelani’s palm flattened against him—and it was like her body understood before her mind did.

Warm skin. Solid muscle. The hard, steady beat of his heart thundering beneath her hand like a promise he couldn’t take back.

She traced downward, fingertips following the lines of him—chest to abdomen—feeling the strength there, the tension held tight under his control. He wasn’t just beautiful. He was real. Heavy with restraint. Built for violence and somehow choosing gentleness anyway.

No man had ever made her feel like this.

Not with a look. Not with a touch.

Just the sight of him—hovering above her, gaze heavy as he shuddered at her touch—had heat pooling low, spreading fast, leaving her wetter by the second in a way that almost embarrassed her.

Almost.

His hand went to the button of his pants, then the zipper, dragging it down before shoving the fabric low on his hips. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed everything lower—kicking the material off one leg, then the other—never once breaking eye contact.

His cock was rock hard—unforgiving in the way he was still holding himself together.

Julian braced above her, forearms trembling slightly now. “I’m going to take my time,” he promised. “And I’m going to make sure you feel loved while I do it.”

Kaelani’s lashes fluttered as she swallowed, emotion flashing across her face so quickly it nearly broke him.

She pulled him into a kiss—soft at first, then deeper—her body arching into him like she’d been waiting years for this exact kind of closeness.

And she had.

Her hand slipped lower—exploring, testing the truth of how hard he was.

Julian jolted, his head dipping toward her shoulder as a low sound caught in his throat.

“Kaelani—” Her name broke out of him.

She touched him like she wasn’t afraid, her hand stroking him with a steady, unapologetic rhythm that pulled another broken sound from his chest.

Julian caught her wrist—not stopping her, just slowing her.

“I’m not going to last if you do that,” he admitted, voice strained, a breathless laugh. “I’m barely holding on as it is.”

Kaelani’s lips curved faintly, eyes soft but dangerous. “Then stop trying to behave… and take me.”

Julian’s eyes fell shut for a second, like he needed to thank the gods for giving him something so precious.

When he opened them, Kaelani tightened her legs around him, pulling him in close enough that his cock found the slick heat of her core. He groaned softly and pushed in inch by inch, eyes never leaving her—tracking every hitch of breath, every tremor, every tense-and-release as she took him.

The moment he was fully inside her, Julian went still.

Not because he hesitated—

because the sensation hit him like a full-body shock.

Warm. Tight. Wet enough to make his restraint feel pointless.

In the dream-walks, she felt real—real enough to haunt him for days afterward. Real enough that he’d woken up shaking, furious at himself for wanting something he knew he didn’t deserve.

But this—
This wasn’t a dream. This was the first time he’d had her for real since the rut… and it took everything in him not to take her feral.

Not because he wanted to be rough—but because she felt too perfect around him, and his wolf wanted to leave no doubt anywhere on her skin that she was his.

She clenched around him in a slow, involuntary pulse, as if she were claiming him right back. Julian’s breath tore out of him—low, rough—his eyes squeezing shut for half a second as his control threatened to collapse on impact.

“Fuck… you feel too good,” he rasped, like the words hurt him. “Too fucking good.”

“You do too,” she breathed, voice breaking on the words. “So good.”

Her hands slid down his back, fingertips mapping every flex and ripple of muscle as he thrust—feeling the tension coiled in him, the restraint, the way his control fought to hold the line.

Her legs cinched tighter around him, her hips shifting just enough to pull him deeper—an unspoken plea that went straight through him.

His pace deepened—not frantic, not careless—just heavier, more relentless. His body moved with purpose now, each thrust dragging a broken sound out of her, each breath from him turning hotter, rougher against her skin.

Kaelani clenched again, tighter this time, and Julian groaned, forehead dropping toward hers as his restraint frayed another notch.

“You’re going to make me come,” he growled softly, even as his hips betrayed him with a harder thrust.

Kaelani’s lips curved, breathless. She did it again.

Julian’s laugh came out rough—no humor—pure surrender.

He caught her mouth again, kissing her deep as he drove into her—more urgent now. His hand slid beneath her thigh, lifting it to open her wider, drawing her tight to him so he could get deeper.

Kaelani gasped, head tipping back.

Julian watched her—the way her mouth fell open, the way her eyes turned hazy with pleasure, the flush spreading across her chest—and something fierce rose in him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. “Fuck—Kaelani…”

Julian’s throat tightened. He tipped his head back for a second, eyes closing as the intensity climbed up his spine—hot, primal, possessive.

He opened his eyes. They were darker now. Wilder. Like the man and the wolf were staring at her together.

Kaelani’s nails dug into his back, her hips meeting him with growing confidence as pleasure overtook thought. Her breath broke on a sound she didn’t recognize as her own.

“Julian—” Her voice cracked.

It came out half plea, half surrender.

Julian growled low, the sound vibrating against her skin as he drove the pace just a little harder—just enough—watching her come apart in real time.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice shredded. “Come, baby.”

Kaelani shook her head once, like she was scared of how explosive it might be.

“You’re safe,” he said, low and certain. “Give it to me.”

Kaelani’s body clenched—pleasure spiking so sharply it stole her breath. Her back arched, a broken sound tearing out of her as she came with his name on her lips.

“Julian—!”

Her hands fisted in his hair. Her thighs locked around him.

And then—without thinking, without warning—Kaelani bit down at the junction of his shoulder and neck.

Not a careful bite.

Not a tease.

An instinctive, possessive mark—the kind her wolf chose in the moment her mind disappeared.

The bite struck him like lightning.

His wolf roared to the surface so violently it nearly blacked out his vision. Heat flooded his spine, his stomach, his hips—every instinct in him screaming the same command.

Mark. Knot. Claim.

“Fuck—” Julian gasped, vision tunneled, breath tearing out of him as the mark burned through him like a brand.

Kaelani was still shaking, still riding the last waves of her climax.

Julian’s control shattered.

His body seized—hard.

A sharp, involuntary pulse hit low in his abdomen, and his hips jerked forward before he could stop it.

He groaned—gruff and ragged—his release spilling into her in thick, pulsing spurts.

His body went rigid as his knot swelled—fast, inevitable—locking them together with a finality that made pulling away impossible.

For a split second, panic flashed in him—not at her, but at himself.

At what he’d just done.

He’d told himself he’d pull out.
But the thought of slipping free—of losing her tight, wet grip—set his wolf off, snarling a visceral, violent refusal that shook through Julian’s chest.

Julian lifted his head, searching her face. “You okay?” he asked, voice hoarse. “Am I hurting you?”

Kaelani shook her head, breath still uneven. “No.”

Kaelani blinked up at him, flushed and breathless, fingertips brushing his jaw. 

“I…” Her voice came out frail. “I didn’t mean to mark you.”

“And I didn’t mean to knot you,” he admitted, voice hoarse.

Kaelani’s brows knit, confusion flickering through the aftermath.

His gaze dropped to her mouth, then to her eyes again—raw, unguarded.

“It was either that…” His voice caught, and when he spoke again, it was darker—still gentle, but edged with truth. “Or I marked you back.”

Julian’s hand slid to her waist, holding her like his knot wasn’t enough to keep her from slipping away.

“My wolf needed one,” he murmured. “One or the other. I had to satisfy him or he would’ve taken both.”

Julian swallowed, eyes closing for half a second—shame and restraint fighting the satisfaction still trembling through him.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I couldn’t fight it.”

His eyes opened again, and they were brimming with tenderness.

“Because if I marked you back,” he continued, voice low, careful, “that seals it. It seals the bond.”

Kaelani stared at him, dazed. “You… you don’t want that?”

Julian let out a breath that sounded almost like a laugh, broken and disbelieving.

“Of course I do,” he said immediately. “Gods, Kaelani—of course I do.”

His forehead dropped to hers, the words turning softer.

“I just wanted to move at your pace.” His voice roughened. “On your time. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to.”

Kaelani swallowed, her throat tight.

“I feel… overwhelmed right now,” she admitted, the honesty slipping out before she could stop it. “By the bond. By… by whether I can… trust it.”

Kaelani’s lashes fluttered. Her voice dropped, small but real.

“All I want right now is for us to be close.” Her fingers curled into his shoulders, holding on. “To fill this emptiness that still sits between us.”

Julian’s expression tightened with something fierce and pained.

“That emptiness,” he explained, “is our bond not being sealed.”

Kaelani blinked, breath catching, like the truth of it hit somewhere she didn’t have defenses.

“I can’t stand it,” she whispered.

Julian’s mouth brushed hers—barely a kiss. A promise. “Neither can I.”

“I’m scared,” she admitted.

“What if…?” Kaelani didn’t finish.

She didn’t have to.

Julian’s voice dropped, quiet and deadly accurate. “What if I leave again.”

Kaelani’s lips parted.

No answer came.

The silence did.

Julian looked at her like the fear in her was something he could physically feel beneath his skin—like it hurt him to know he’d put it there.

His hand slid into her hair, gentle. Grounding.

“Kaelani,” he said, voice trembling at the edges. “I want you forever.”

Her eyes glistened.

Julian didn’t look away.

“Until my last breath,” he said quietly. “And long after my bones are dust.”

The words fell between them heavy and final—like a vow he’d been trying to earn since the first time he ever touched her. 

Kaelani wrapped her arms around him, and he sank into her touch, cheek against her chest, breathing her in like he’d been longing for a place that felt like home.