Chapter Eighteen

[Castus's POV]



I almost played dirty.

Not how you think. I wanted him, needed him so bad and I'd wanted to go along with the betas suggestions. I'd planned this all step for step almost mechanically. Sleeping pills so when he woke up because of the heat his human logic would be completely clouded over.

But no, I didn't do it. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't.

I didn't want to spend another torturous night during the full moon, every rack of gnawing heat that bit into me reminded me of how badly I had fucked everything up, but I couldn't do it.

But he was mine, and he had come to me, he was mine and I needed to claim him. Needed to ravage him and see and see his artwork of a body completely erratic with lust, moaning, begging for more. The need had been hammered into the heart of my mind. I needed to wake up with him by my side, my mark clearly visible on his neck

I watched in slow motion as he tilted his head in submission. That was all it was of course, a sign of his acknowledgement that I am more dominant, that I am in command. But in our situation and during a full moon...

I could see the conflict in his eyes, in his mind, his wolf instincts were in command now. And his wolf wanted my mark on his neck.

I leaned in slow. My fangs elongated, my teeth forcing forward only centimetres from his skin. Oh god, he smelled like heaven, like some sort of rich cologne mixed with soft appealing desire.

I breathed him in and watched him shudder at the feel of my breath warming his neck.

He looked so good, I needed to ravage his tender flesh, leave a mark, mix our scents. I wanted everyone to know that he was mine. He was mine and if they even so much as kissed him on the cheek I could have them slaughtered by law. They would see his mark and know not to touch him, smell his scent and know that he belonged to me.

Desire pounded through my body. The need to control and dominate over Sven was like blood rushing through my veins.

Sven didn't want me.

Sven hated me.

But I was going to make him happy.

I was going to heal what I had done to him.

I was going to spent a lifetime protecting him whether he likes it or not.

I was going to make him love me again.

But that thought struck hard, realisation made it's way through the dense heat that clouded my mind. Sven will never forgive me, he will never forgive me if I mark him in his dazed state of mind. If the logical part of Sven doesn't have a choice was what I was doing scelebus? When every scent, every movement, every look was enticing me to take charge and ransack his body was it wrong for me to do so?

I couldn't have him hate me more than he already did.

It took everything, and I mean everything, to pull myself away from Sven. My teeth, however, did not retract, as though a part of me was still hoping I could convince myself back into claiming him.

If you don't have a mate you don't understand how harrowing it was to pull away in that situation. Every vessel in me was begging to turn back, retrace my steps and back Sven against the wall and...

I turned to look at him. I knew it was a bad idea while I was doing it but I needed to see him.

He was looking up at me with wide confused eyes, like he didn't understand, like he thought I didn't want him.

He wanted me to show him who he belonged to.

He wanted me to mark him for everyone to see.

A blue fire lit in my mind.

I was going to do just that, I was going to have him realise just who his mate was. I will not be ignored, he is mine and he will learn that.

I am his alpha.

He will obey me.

He will learn to love me because above all he is my mate. I have that strength over him.

The blood running through my veins was gasoline and that taste of power was that lighted match.

I stormed forward as logic was erased from my vocabulary. I slammed him into the wall and closing in on him, pressing against him, there wasn't space for a hair between us.

He was stunning in the darkness. His hair was wild and brushed in all different directions, his eyes looking up at me with a dazed difficulty were dark and submissive. I glared at his soft red lips, it was killing me just looking and not touching.

Sven had barely changed physically, by the feel of his chest he had toned up a lot, he was harder everywhere, more muscle than fat. But at the same time the biggest changes were only noticed slowly, his eyes for example held a perpetual look of pain, there were reddish lines down his cheeks where sensitive skin and been washed over and over with tears.

His experience on the surface, he had been through more than I knew. Would he tell me story after story if things were different?

I ripped his shirt slightly as I pulled it roughly over his head and threw it somewhere behind me. I smashed my lips against his and he immediately, instinctively, began kissing back.

When my tongue slipped between his plump delicious lips he promptly began to arch into me, allowing me to steal every breath straight from his lips.

I didn't remove myself from his lips until I felt the straight of the lack of oxygen getting to my head. Sven was panting when I pulled away, his cheeks were flushed the most beautiful shade of red.

I listened to his heavy breathing with a smirk stretching my lips, knowing I did that, made him breathless with a kiss, it was almost too much to take.

I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck and guided him to the bed. He was tripped, I guided him and moved my arm to around his narrow waist.

He tried lifting his knee up on the bed but his legs buckled and I was his pillar, steadying him. I picked him up in my arms and threw him onto the bed where he landed with a bounce.

He looked ravishing, lips swollen, cheeks red, naked chest.

I took a breath, I memorised the image, every detail, every movement was not lost on me, I would remember this.

I looked into his eyes, they were heavy-lidded and dark with need.



[Sven's POV]

I was all splayed out on his bed. I loved it on his bed, his scent consumed me, it felt like home and it was warm and the covers felt soft against my over sensitised skin, I was just missing that hard body of muscle to wrap me up from behind and lay down by my side.

I looked up at him, trying to convey my utter longing for his touch. His eyes were so dark it was almost scary, his pupils were large like he was high, I saw flickers of a very dark red swimming in their depths.

He needed me, it showed, I tried to slide myself around the feeling of euphoria as his hands slid up my bare stomach but it overcame me. I could have been flying.

His hands tweaked my nipples and although I'd never before much liked the sensation it sent a flurry of desire straight to my groin. I leaned down the grab at my cock but he caught my arm and pinned it above my head.

I whined and looked up at him best as I could through my heavy-lidded eyes.

His hands moved as he closed in on me, they slid under my legs and stroked their ways up the backs of my thighs and gripped hard at my ass. I groaned as I felt him kneading the flesh like dough in his fingers.

Just the feel of his hands on my skin was so amazing, the warmth that spread throughout me, and just knowing that he was here with me.

My heart was elated with joy. The full moon had risen and I was by the side of my mate for the first time in over two years.

It had been a hard and arduous life on my own all these years. So much time spent and squandered. Yet here I was with my mate, in his arms, in his control, I was feeling good, I didn't allow any further thought because I didn't need the distraction.

He lifted me up so the pressure was on my upper back as he removed my other clothes, somewhere in the back of my mind there was a conflict going on but I was too busy admiring my mate as he practically flung my clothes off the bed.

He moved forwards and he parted my legs and held them apart with his knees. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his hips when he came near and felt with cold feet, the powerful muscles in his thighs.

He groaned at the feel of both of our erections just about making bare contact. He stopped for a second to remove his with a dazed look of his own that gave away how hard he was trying not to rush this.

"Fuck," He muttered.

He ground into me with no warning and I felt his entire package rub up against mine, I gave a long breathy moan because there wasn't much else I could do. Castus had his hands back on my wrists. He wanted to lead, initiate everything, he just wanted me to lay back and take it and although I was more than willing to do so he apparently didn't trust me not to jump at the first eye of freedom and go running naked down the halls.

I wonder why? There was a reason but it was too hot to think, there was this warm haze slipping through my body.

He started kissing me again, this time the grinding was gentler and I've never felt anything so good. I kissed him back immediately, accommodating his tongue in my mouth.

The benefits of slow grinding was that you could feel his erection grow as he pressed against yours. I was already rock hard, there was nothing left for me to do but allow him to do as he pleased.

He abandoned my mouth when finally the need of oxygen took precedence and moved on lower to kiss a straight line through my chest, stopping at random to bite softly at my skin, taste it, suck it and then move on. Each time my cock jumped in delight.

I would be covered in marks tomorrow. Everyone will see them and there will be no hiding them. It would be so obvious who I belong to. Just that knowledge sent shudders of pleasure through me.

The only detriment was it meant that each time he nipped at the skin on my stomach he pulled himself further away and the grinding stopped leaving my shaft unattended.

I whined in discomfort, I really wanted relief.

Suddenly Castus stopped and rose above me. He loomed like the great giant beast he was and in the darkness I watched as his muscles flexed with even more contrasted complexity. He was so handsome, my mate was.

He looked down on me with an adoring look, stopped in his tracks, frozen, like he loved what he was looking at. And he was looking at me.

He pressed a feather light kiss on my lips before his nestled his face in my neck and continued the sucking and biting. I moaned. I never liked contact to my neck, but I had no boundaries with him. It felt absolutely amazing. The grinding continued, even more torturous than before. Still his erection grew and a part of me panicked at the size, but I was no virgin, I could handle it.

He reached to the side, I wasn't sure what he was doing but I saw the opportunity with my face pressed in his neck, to lick and bite a little back. His scent was strongest at the throat, so it felt amazing, I felt consumed by him. I wanted to breath him in.

He came back to and I saw the liquid on his fingers, he had lube. I shuddered beneath him as I felt him press a finger inside me. For a moment I froze, my body protesting the intruder. However when Castus began to move the discomfort quickly transformed into pleasure. One finger quickly became two, then three.

I was clutching at his arms as he moved, looking up at him. I growled that I was ready. The last thing I wanted was to come before he had even entered me. I pushed down on his fingers, arching my back at the feel, I was getting close.

He grinned as he removed his fingers. I swallowed down the loss. I looked down my chest to see his hands guiding his cock to my entrance. I could have came at just the sight. He slowly pressed the tip in, I growled at him when he just stopped there, pushing it in and out, just the tip. He chuckled and muttered something, by the dark smug look on his face it probably would have made me angry but I was in no state to understand him.

He finally pushed in fully. I yelled at the sting, feeling the sizzling heat melt away inside. He was well endowed, fuck, I moved forward to grab at his hips, make sure he didn't move. He instead took my wrists and pinned them above my head.

I whined at the helpless feeling. He moved out. Fuck, that felt good. And when finally he was sure I was okay with supporting him he started hammering into me, hard and fast.

If I had the capacity for words I would have been way past the point of begging him for more. Instead I moaned and screamed my way to heaven.

I was in a euphoric bliss. Every movement he made inside me I could feel tenfold.

I felt sensitive and pliable in his arms.

He pulled my legs up over his shoulders so he had better access and somehow managed to force himself even further in me. I was a moaning writhing mess. His cock pressed up against something extremely sensitive and my mind was in a sea of lust, drowning, not even looking for the shore. I climaxed and he immediately followed suit, riding our bliss out to the very end.

I breathed deeply for what felt like the first time in his arms. We were sweaty and the heat was burning but neither of us had the energy to move an inch from where we were.

Castus pulled the covers over me and tucked me into his body and I moulded to press perfectly into the wall of muscle behind me.

I sighed in absolute contentment.

With my mind deaf to the approaching conflict I closed my eyes, just enjoyed the feel of his chest pressed against my back and the our legs tangled between one another. I could feel his heartbeat hammering away and his breath on the back of my neck, tickling the hairs there.

I allowed myself to sink into the darkness, into the covers, into the flesh that heated me.