Chapter 198 – Finally
Chapter 198 – Finally
Hazel
When he kisses me, it’s a collision. A violent, possessive claim that shatters the fragile composure I’ve been building for a year.
His mouth should be declared a dangerous weapon. I lose my breath. I lose my name. For a moment all I can do is hold on to his shoulders in order to stay upright. My sanity is lost somewhere between us. He pulls back an inch, his dark eyes burning. “Still angry?”
“Please kiss me again,” I beg in a whisper, the raw submission making my voice shake. I’m a strong, independent female. Unless Jace and nudity is involved apparently.
He does, without hesitation. The second kiss is slower, deeper, the kind that rearranges your idea of what breathing is for. I’m so hot, I want to cast off the blanket covering me. I forget the actual fire until his large, rough palm slides up the back of my neck and the raw warmth of his skin outshines it.
Every bit of snark deserts me at once. I am left bare. “Tell me to stop, Delta,” he says, voice rough with command. Not a fucking chance.
“Don’t you dare, Beta. I want you.”
That earns me a low, guttural laugh that vibrates straight through my chest and into my core. He tilts my head back, exploring the seam of my mouth, patient even now.
I feel like I’m vibrating, a tuning fork struck against steel. When his mouth finds the hollow of my throat, the sound that escapes me isn’t witty, or brave, or anything I can hide behind. It’s a broken, raw whimper. Helpless, true, complete submission.
He stills, his own breath hitching. “Hazel,” he murmurs again, like he’s branding the sound onto his soul.
“I’m fine,” I manage. “Just don’t stop. Please.” He doesn’t. What happens next is wordless, made of desperate half-breaths and the soft crackle of fire. I don’t remember who pulls whom closer, only that suddenly there’s no space left to measure. His iron control frays and my fragile restraint dissolves.
That’s all it takes for the general to drop away. Leaving only the man underneath. And he’s shockingly hot-blooded and relentless. He gathers me up like I weigh nothing, the blanket sliding away, the fire catching every flicker of motion.
The cold air from the arrow slits hits my exposed skin, raising goosebumps that he immediately swallows with heat. He uses the two blankets to pad the stone floor beneath us, a silent gesture of care that contradicts the sudden, primal urgency in his eyes.
He stares down at me, his eyes dark pits of possession and need. But there’s also softness. Awe and disbelief that this is finally happening
His gaze traps me in place, neither of us able to look away, as if this is a sacred oath neither of us can break. I touch his face, hands shaking ever so slightly, running my fingers over the scar at his jaw, smiling when I feel the tension loosen.
He takes my wrists and pins them above my head. His body presses down, heavy and solid, and my earlier shyness surges back. I can't meet his eyes now, the dominant Beta's weight crushing the quick-tongued Delta beneath him. He notices.
“No witty comments, Captain?” he rasps, his mouth moving against the side of my neck, tasting my surrender. “You can tell me to back off and I will. Once we do this, I don’t think I’ll be capable of leaving you alone again.”
I shake my head slightly, unable to find the words. “Please don’t leave me, Jace. I belong with you.” The admission is small, and unexpectedly true.
A low, deep, satisfied sound rumbles in his chest, a sound that says, Mine. “Thank fuck. Just breathe for me and let me take care of you.”
His large, rough hands, those hands that can break a man's jaw with a single blow, trace the soft curve of my stomach. The contrast is exquisite and my skin tingles under his calloused pads. He finds the tender underside of my breast and cups me fully, his thumb brushing the crest. I gasp, the sound catching in my throat, my hips arch against him of their own will.
His mouth is on my breast, teeth scraping over my nipple while he suckles ferociously, the taciturn general replaced entirely by the rutting wolf. He’s magnificent. Every inch of him is gorgeous. The scarred skin, the hungry, worshipful eyes, the heavy girth that pushes against my inner thigh.
“I want you so much, Hazel,” he growls, the quiet control replaced by raw command. He grabs my hips and pulls me up to meet the hardness of him, rocking against my wet heat.
He separates my thighs with his knee, driving into the space with a possessive friction that drags the warm, slightly damp skin of his thigh across my slick, heated pussy. My body screams for him, a frantic, animalistic demand. He doesn’t give me his heat immediately, choosing a slower, more delightful form of torture instead.
He dips his head, his mouth finding my throbbing clit. The instant, demanding pressure of his skilled tongue, hot and wet against my core, causes a visceral disruption, bypassing my brain entirely and going straight to my nerves.
My back arches hard off the blankets, the chilling bite of the floor a vicious contrast to the fire he’s licking into me. A loud, ragged scream rips through the watchtower, swallowed instantly by the rain outside.
His tongue is relentless, heavy and demanding, a focused, deep stroking that shoves me instantly over the edge of control. He uses his teeth lightly, a vicious, claiming nip that sends fire shooting through my veins, making my hips spasm against his face.
I clutch his dark hair, my fingers tugging hard at the roots as the first brutal, blinding wave of my climax breaks over me. The pleasure is a violent current, melting the last vestiges of my control. I’m left with nothing but slick, trembling need, exposed entirely to the cold air and his hot mouth.
“Jace!” I sob, the name more of a plea than a word. A desperate, profane prayer.
He raises his head, his eyes dark with satisfaction and thick hunger. He’s smeared with my wetness, his jaw and chest glistening, and he looks like the most beautiful, dangerous thing I‘ve ever seen. He shifts, aligning the heavy, potent head of his cock at my entrance. I’m slick from the fluids he just expertly milked from me and quivering in readiness.
He slowly presses into me. His shaft is thick, veined, and demanding, a slow invasion, a deep, deliberate stretch that forces a guttural whimper from my throat and makes me clench involuntarily around his girth. Too much, too fast, but still not enough.
“I own that sound,” he says against my ear, his voice suddenly heavy with depth and finality. “Never hide that kind of pleasure from me, Hazel. Let the wolf out.”
He doesn’t wait for my body to adjust to his girth. He thrusts once, hard and deep, burying himself completely past my resistance. The cry I make this time is pure, complete surrender. The initial stinging friction is brief, immediately replaced by an overwhelming sense of being filled to capacity, claimed to the bone, and finally anchored by his weight and size.
He pauses, resting deep inside, gathering his strength. His scent floods my senses, drowning out everything else. Jace. My Beta. Mine.
He starts to move, slow at first, then finding a deep, relentless rhythm that slams my lower back against the floor, making my spine protest in the best way. Every stroke is a command, every retreat a question, and I answer by clinging to his shoulders, digging my nails into the hot, taut muscle.
I’m reduced to the small, helpless sounds of pure submission. “Please, Jace,” I gasp, the word a foreign taste in my mouth. “Don’t stop, please. Harder. I want the friction. I want every inch of you.”
He pulls back, his eyes locked on mine, and drives back in so hard I move up the blanket several inches. “Say why, Hazel. Tell me why you need me inside you.”
“Because I’m yours, Jace. I don’t want anyone else. Only you.”
He takes my mouth then, devouring the sound, pumping into me with the ferocious urgency of a man who has held himself back for decades. And I’m hurtling toward coming apart beneath him, my climax building, thick and heavy, gathering in my abdomen and radiating through my entire body.
I clench around his thick, pounding heat, pushing my hips up, demanding the ruin.
The rhythm builds to a blinding pace. The rain outside seems to roar, the firelight flickers, and the world narrows to the violent, beautiful friction of his body deep inside mine.
I shatter against him, a loud, ragged cry tearing from my throat, my body locking in exquisite, complete seizure around his cock.
He groans low, deep in his chest, a sound of utter triumph and pure release, and thrusts several more times, driving deep into my spent core with a primitive, claiming weight, spilling ropes of thick cum into me.
He locks his arms beneath my head and presses our foreheads together, breathing hard, his control finally shattered.
The world narrows to the shared weight of our panting. He doesn't move, keeping himself buried deep inside. I want him to stay there forever.
“You’re mine, Hazel,” he rasps, the quietest, most absolute command he has ever given. The vow is sealed in sweat, skin, and breath.
I nod faintly, unable to speak, the fierce, blinding truth of his possession settling deep inside me.
He’s still hard, still potent, and the warmth of his presence makes me feel whole in a way my sarcastic bravado never could. The storm rages outside, but inside the watchtower, there is only the profound, heavy peace of two wolves finally claiming their truth.