Chapter 29
Adrian Valehart
She was gone.
But the words kept spinning in my head, tearing apart what little control I still had:
"My life is mine, Adrian."
Bullshit.
She could say whatever the fuck she wanted.
She could break that room apart, scream, spit on the floor — none of it changed the truth.
She was already mine.
I was still on my knees, fingers clawed into the floor like talons.
Breathing ragged.
Heart pounding in my chest like a bomb waiting to go off.
And my cock...
Still hard.
Still fucking pulsing.
Hungry.
For her.
I could still smell her on me.
In the air.
Stuck to my skin.
Coating my mouth.
I licked my lips, trying to erase her taste from my tongue — and just made it worse.
My entire body begged for more.
I’d already come.
I 'should' have been satisfied.
But I wasn’t.
That cursed bond…
It was only beginning.
Now that my wolf had found his mate, there was no turning back.
That girl…
With those stubborn eyes and that mouth that defied the gods themselves…
She belonged to me.
Even if she didn’t accept it yet.
Even if she kept fighting the thing waking up inside her.
But I knew.
The moment she looked at me…
The way she moaned…
The way her body trembled underneath mine…
She was waking up.
The wolf inside her still slept —
But not for long.
And when it rose —
When that wild part of her opened its eyes —
She would feel it.
She would feel the emptiness without me.
She would crave me.
Beg for me.
Just like I was begging for her now.
I stood slowly, muscles still tight, body still burning.
My cock was still rock hard, still aching.
I looked down and — fuck — it was like I hadn’t even come.
Like the pressure was still building, thick and heavy, ready to explode the second she touched me again.
"You have to wait," I told myself.
"You can’t force it. She has to come to you. Willingly."
But how?
How the hell was I supposed to watch her at that damn club, grinding on strangers, laughing, touching other men?
A low growl rumbled from my chest.
No.
That’s not happening.
I didn’t let her go because I was weak.
I let her go because…
Maybe…
Maybe I wanted her to choose me.
To want me.
But now...
Now that I’d seen the way she came.
The way she moaned my name as I spilled inside her.
The way she shook under me, even as she whispered Stop...
I knew.
She wanted it.
She needed it.
She was just trying to hold on to control.
I shut my eyes and reached down, wrapping my hand around my cock.
Hot.
Still slick.
Still dripping.
I started stroking slowly, remembering the feel of her skin.
The taste of her sweet, wet cunt.
The way she gasped with every inch I pushed inside her.
Fuck...
If she walked through that door right now,
I’d pin her against the wall and fuck her until that wolf inside her 'screamed'.
Because I couldn’t wait much longer.
She was mine.
And if the world had to burn to make her see it —
I’d light the fucking match myself.
My hand kept moving.
Firm.
Rhythmic.
Faster now.
Skin stretched tight.
Blood pounding.
About to explode again.
And all I could see...
Was her.
Sofia.
The fucking most stubborn, proud, and damn infuriating half-breed I’ve ever met.
And at the same time...
The only woman my body ever recognized as mine.
The only woman who made me lose control — and love every second of it.
My mind kept spinning around her, like she’d been carved into the deepest part of my soul.
Every move of my hand echoed with the sound of her voice…
Her moans…
The scent of her sweaty skin…
The sweet and salty taste of her pussy, branding me forever.
I let out a low growl, jaw clenched tight, feeling every inch of my body tense.
She was mine.
And she didn’t even know it yet.
But she would.
I’d wait.
I’d watch her awaken.
And when that wolf inside her finally opened its eyes…
When that fire burned in her gaze for real…
She’d run straight to me.
She’d know there was no world outside of us.
No more choices.
Her soul was already marked by mine.
And her body...
Her body knew the way back.
My hips moved in sync with my hand.
Each imagined thrust feeding the hunger.
My cock was rock-hard, throbbing.
“If I have to, I'll come to this fucking bar every night for you, Sofia...” I thought, arching forward, panting.
“Even if I have to kill every man who dares to touch you. Even if I have to slam their fucking faces into the floor just to see you squirm in anger.”
My muscles trembled.
My moans were trapped between gritted teeth, my breath ragged.
“If I have to crawl to your feet like a fucking trained dog, I will.
If I have to wear a collar with your name on it... I’ll wear it.”
My hand moved faster.
Thoughts burned hotter.
“If you want me silent, in the shadows, tied down… watching you finger yourself just to torture me... I’ll watch.”
“But in the end...”
“You’ll come in my lap.”
“You’ll come moaning my name.”
“Because you’re mine, Sofia. My woman. My mate.”
And then it hit.
My whole body erupted.
The hot cum spilled over my hand, my abs — thick, messy, wild — like my desire for her.
I stayed there, kneeling.
Panting.
Head low.
Body still shaking.
Soul... on fire.
I lifted my eyes to the door she had walked through.
My stare—sharp. Unwavering.
I was going to have her.
One way or another.
Even if it killed me.
Even if I had to kill 'everyone' to do it.