Chapter Eleven

"He's here!" Sella cried.
The glass of apple juice I was carrying dropped from my frozen grip, shattering onto the darkened hardwood beneath me.
"Who's here?" I asked hesitantly, trying to mask the dread that filled me from head to toe.
"Mate!" She cried.
I only had a brief moment to panic before my body became frantic and obsessive.
The spacious room felt five times too small as Sella and I stalked the door with anticipation, our nose filled with the tantalizing scent of spearmint and Hugo cologne. *Mate. My mate. *
Within seconds the door to our suite burst open, and I was amazed to see a massive black wolf stalking through the frame towards me. The wolf closed the door behind him with a flick of his tail and Sella rolled over in my head, showing her belly.
"Dorian." She whimpered. Dorian must be the wolf. *Who's my mate?*
On cue, the large wolf transformed in one fluid motion, stepping towards me until I faced the naked body of the most attractive wolf man I had ever seen.
"Aria." His husky voice spoke. *Holy shit.*
"Bastion."
I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting, and his well endowed manhood had *me* panting.
Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response.
He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my ass simultaneously with no regard for gentleness or romance.
He pushed me away from him abruptly, turning me around and covering my back with his towering form. I could feel myself pooling from his show of dominance and all I could focus on was mating with Bastion right then and there.
I spread my legs for him and he gripped my wrists like a vice, pulling my arms behind my back so that only my face and chest were touching the cool interior wall.
"Fucking hell, Aria." He growled as he brought my dress up to the small of my back. He gave my ass a quick smack then massaged it, shamelessly guiding his fingers towards and into my opening once he had enough. I moaned at the confidence of his touch, feeling my knees weaken when the rush of our bond flowed through his hands.
"Please fuck me, Bastion!" I cried. I would've blushed at my phrasing if I hadn't been so utterly possessed by the untamed passion my wolf nature showered me in. *Mate. I need to mate.*
"Fuck yes, baby."
With one pull of my cotton underwear, he buried himself inside of me. I cried out at the sudden fullness, but had no time to adjust as he immediately began pounding into me vigorously. My knees gave out completely, but he held me up, his free hand now wrapped around my body and squeezing my breast with no reserve.
His grunts clouded my senses and I longed to hear them again and again as he dominated me.
I felt myself start to climb, but as soon as I began to squeeze down on his cock, he pulled out of me.
"Not yet, baby." He demanded, dragging me onto the rug beneath our feet. His heavy frame was covering me in no time, his arms wrapped around my body as he entered me again, being held still as he picked up the pace and strength of his movements.
"Shit! Bastion... Bastion- Fuck!" My hands snaked their way from his broad shoulders into his rich brown hair, tugging at it firmly in sexual aggression. He groaned loudly in response, sliding a hand down to cup my ass.
"Yes, Aria. Cry my name." His voice was rough and laced with lust, and I couldn't help but squirm at the sound of it combined with the naughty words he said.
The knot formed once again in my belly, and I didn't think I would be able to handle it if he asked me to wait again.
"Bastion, I need to come." I whimpered against his shoulder.
"Yes, baby, come! Come with me now." He demanded, his voice taking on a frightening authority.
My body responded immediately, obediently pushing me over the edge into an all-consuming orgasm. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do a damn thing except clutch onto my mate with every ounce of strength in my body. I could feel my walls clamp down on his cock, forcefully massaging him into his own orgasm in which he latched onto me just as hard, burying his face into my neck and growling out mumbled renditions of my name.
We stayed embracing each other on the floor as our breathing regulated, and I was amazed at the level of comfort I felt in the arms of a man I was pretty sure didn't even like me before.
With one final deep breath, Bastion untangled himself from me, meeting my eyes with his now warm hazel ones. They were a lot like his fathers, but they held an edge that James' lacked. It was dangerous but enticing, and it really got Sella going.
"So... my dad was right." Bastion smirked, revealing the most breathtaking dimples I had ever seen. I could feel my eyes heating up at the sight, causing Bastion's to widen in wonder. "Holy shit, you really are a vampire." He mumbled, still not moving himself from on top of me.
"Oof, I'm so sorry." I blinked rapidly, trying to make my eyes return to normal.
"Hey..." Bastions unexpectedly soft tone drew me from my bout of insecurity and he placed his large hand against my cheek. "Don't apologize for who you are, baby. I love you as is."
My eyes filled at his words. For a wolf to say such an accepting thing was rare, no, nigh unheard of, and the emotions that were born of hearing my mate say them made my tears inevitable. He panicked at my outpouring of emotion, pulling us both up to sit.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"No, it's not like that, Bastion. I'm just overwhelmed."
His thumbs swiped at my tears and he eyed me with concern. "Baby, I understand. I'm overwhelmed, too. I honestly didn't expect this." He gave me a soft smile, tucking a wild piece of hair behind my ear as I tried to hold in my sobs.
"It's just that so much has happened in the past couple days with Rory and my dream and-"
*Oh my goddess. Rory.*
He was coming to pick me up directly following the ceremony. My mom was going to drive me to the border at three so he could take me for the weekend. I jumped to my feet, dashing to my phone to check the time. 2:56.
"Shit!" I shouted, tripping over my feet to gather my things.
"Wait a second, Aria. What's the rush?" Bastion pulled on a pair of shorts that had been provided by the pack for such an occasion. The way they hung from his hips made my mouth water, but I had to focus on my task.
"I'm really sorry. I have to go. My mom has been waiting on me for half an hour already. I lost track of time and I have to meet someone at three."
His disappointment resonated as a pain in my chest, and I wanted to do something to reassure my mate of our love. I wanted to see those gorgeous dimples again. I walked to him slowly, holding his gaze with mine until I saw his face relax. Then I stood on my tippy toes to give him a tender and loving kiss on the lips.
He seemed to melt into it, his eyes fluttering closed as he took me in.
"When will I see you again?" He whispered longingly against my lips, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.
"Soon." Was my only response before I gave him one last peck and pulled away, letting the door fall closed behind me.