BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 137: DESIRE, CLAIMED AND MARKED

Chapter 137: DESIRE, CLAIMED AND MARKED

{"I came to your because my beast led me to you."}

FLORA’S POV

I drowned myself in work, burying my desires beneath endless reports and battle strategies, hoping that sheer willpower could silence the pull of her. But night always came, and that meant going home.

Home, where she waited and the moment I stepped outside, the warm, heady scent of the bay wrapped around me, thick with salt, earth, and something else, something intoxicating. My pulse quickened. I knew she was close before I even saw her.

Then, like a whisper in the dark, Rita emerged from the shadow as her golden eyes burned into me, sharp and knowing, her smirk lazy and full of wicked intent. The moon cast silver over her dark curls, her posture radiating something untamed, something predatory.

"Long night, Commander?" she murmured, her voice a slow caress, the kind that ignited heat in the pit of my stomach.

I exhaled sharply, my restraint already hanging by a thread. "Yeah"

Her smile deepened, dangerous and inviting all at once. "So why did it take so long for you to get home? Damn her. Every night, this game. Every night, the tension between us simmering hotter, thicker, drawing me deeper as I was unsure of what would happen if we mated."

I should have walked away. Should have kept my distance,e but instead, I let her close the space between us, her fingers brushing my wrist, light, teasing, electric.

"I can hear your heart racing," she whispered, tilting her head, her fangs just barely visible as she watched me with those molten eyes. "Are you afraid of me, Flora?"

I swallowed hard, heat curling through my veins. "No."

She leaned in, her breath warm against my throat. "Then why are you shaking?"

Because I wanted her. Because she was mine, and I was being a coward about it.

Rita moved like sin itself—fluid, effortless, her golden eyes flickering with something wicked every time they met mine. She didn’t just walk; she prowled, and my wolf felt it, recognized it, and responded with a deep, aching need I could barely contain. Every glance, every smirk, every stolen moment between us only made it worse. Now, standing in the dim light of my home, the air thick with tension, I felt my control slipping. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless, wild, hers.

"Flora," she murmured, my name rolling off her tongue like a slow-burning flame. "You’re staring."

I swallowed hard, my breath uneven. "I am."

Her smirk deepened. "And what do you see?"

My fingers curled into fists at my sides, battling the primal urge to pull her against me, to bury my face in the soft curve of her neck and claim her as mine. I saw temptation. I saw destiny. I saw the one thing I could never resist.

"You already know," I said, my voice rough, edged with something raw.

She took a step forward, and my wolf pushed, desperate, needy, clawing to close the space between us.

"I can feel you holding back," she whispered, tilting her head, exposing the bare line of her throat, a silent challenge, an invitation that sent heat roaring through my veins. "But tell me, Commander... how much longer can you fight it?"

I wasn’t running anymore, and not from this and not from her.

The air inside the house was thick, charged with something undeniable, something that had always been there between us, simmering just beneath the surface. Every step I took deeper into the home felt like surrender, like acceptance.

Behind me, Rita growled, low, husky, full of unspoken need. The back porch welcomed me with the cool kiss of the night breeze, the moon spilling its silver light across the landscape, making everything feel raw and infinite. The scent of earth and rain surrounded me, grounding me, steadying me as I reached for the hem of my shirt.

I pulled it over my head, letting it drop, my heart hammering in my chest. The night kissed my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine, but it wasn’t the cold that made me tremble. It was her. The heat of her presence, the way her breath hitched as she stepped onto the porch behind me. My pulse quickened, the moment stretching between us, thick with anticipation.

Slowly, I turned, and Rita stood at the threshold, golden eyes locked onto mine, glowing with something untamed, something hungry, but more than that, something reverent.

I was offering her something sacred, and what I saw was a woman who had been ready, and I was the one holding back. She drank me in, her gaze trailing over every inch of exposed skin, and then her tongue flicked over her lips, fangs peeking through.

"Flora..." she murmured, my name a caress, a prayer, a promise.

I lifted my chin, my breath unsteady, my heart laid bare.

"I’m yours," I whispered. "If you’ll have me."

A growl rumbled through her chest, but this time, it wasn’t a warning. It was devotion. It was love. And when she moved, it wasn’t just with hunger, it was with something deeper, something fierce and unbreakable. I met her halfway, and there was no hesitation, no second-guessing. She was on me in an instant, pressing me back against the wooden post of the porch, her breath hot against my skin.

I barely had time to inhale before her shifter teeth sank into me, sharp, claiming, irrevocable at the point between my neck and shoulder. A gasp tore from my lips, the searing heat rushing through me like wildfire. It was pain, yes, but deeper than that, it was bonding. A tether snapping into place, pulling us together in a way nothing could undo.

My wolf howled within me, clawing to the surface, her presence a golden, blazing force rising to meet the fire Rita had ignited. My hands gripped her shoulders, nails digging into her skin as I arched into her bite, surrendering completely. And then I felt it; something primal and ancient was unfolding between us, twisting into something unbreakable. Our energies fused, the heat of the bond scorching every nerve in my body. Rita’s beast trembled, submitting only to me, and my wolf surged forward, her voice echoing through the depths of my soul, reverberating through the bond. "The Rougarou belongs to us now."

Rita licked the mating mark, and then she raised her head and laughed, a low, breathless sound of satisfaction, of completion. "You’re mine now," she murmured against my neck, tracing the mark she’d left with her tongue, sending shivers cascading down my spine.

I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, watching as they darkened, a fierce protectiveness mingling with undeniable desire. "And you," I whispered, voice thick with emotion, "are mine." Rita barely had time to respond before I shoved her down, her body hitting the wooden floor with a heavy thud. A growl tore from her throat, sharp and possessive, but I silenced it with my weight pressing against her, my fingers ripping at the fabric of her clothes.

Her breath hitched, her body arching as I tore the last remnants away, leaving her bare beneath me. Every inch of her was mine.

Mine to claim.

Mine to mark.

Mine to love.

I didn’t hesitate and leaned down, I parted my lips and sank my shifter teeth into her neck. The taste of her flooded my mouth, hot, electric, perfect. The moment my teeth broke through her skin, the mating bond surged to life, wrapping around us like a firestorm. Rita howled, the sound shaking the very walls of the house, rattling through my bones. Her body trembled beneath me, overwhelmed, undone, consumed by the force of what we had just forged.

I pulled back, licking over the mark, sealing my claim as I lifted my head. The heat of her body seared into mine, her chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven breaths. And then she opened her eyes. Golden light pulsed through mine, the power of my wolf burning bright, but hers... hers were stormy, swirling with endless depths of grey, locking onto me with an intensity that made my breath catch.

Her lips parted, a single whispered sound escaped between them. "Flora..."

I felt it then, the last barrier between us shattering. We were one. Bound. Forever.

I hovered over Rita, my breath mingling with hers, our bodies still thrumming with the aftershocks of the bond that had just sealed us together. Her skin was flushed, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, her grey eyes locked onto mine wild, wanting, mine.

I brushed my fingers over the fresh mark on her neck, my lips following, soothing the raw edges with a featherlight kiss. She shivered beneath me, and I felt the way her body melted into mine, surrendering completely.

"Rita," I whispered, my voice hushed but thick with emotion. "You’re mine. Forever."

A deep rumble vibrated in her chest, a sound of possession, of satisfaction. I cupped her face, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip, and she sighed, her breath warm against my fingers. "I will love you in this life and every one after it," I murmured, pressing soft kisses along her jaw, trailing down to the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. "You are my heart, my mate, my everything."

Her hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer, as if she needed me just as much as I needed her. I smiled against her skin, a slow, knowing curve of my lips.

"Tonight," I promised, my voice laced with seduction, "I will worship you, body and soul. I will make you feel every ounce of my love, every touch, every breath, until there is no doubt that you are mine and I am yours."

Rita’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into my back, but she didn’t speak. I could feel it in her trembling hands. In the way her pulse raced beneath my lips.

She was waiting. Wanting.

And tonight, I would give her everything.

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