BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 145: THE FEELING OF ETERNITY

Chapter 145: THE FEELING OF ETERNITY

{"I love you not only for what you are but for what I am when I am with you."}

I had pushed her too far, and I knew it the second I saw the shift in her grey eyes—the way they darkened, pupils blown wide with something primal, something ravenous. The flickering firelight cast shadows over her sharp features, highlighting the way her lips curled back just enough to expose the tips of her fangs.

And then, before I could so much as breathe, she moved. A blur of speed, a rush of heat, and then, thud, my back hit the cold stone wall, knocking the breath from my lungs as her body pressed flush against mine. Hands gripping my wrists, pinning them high above my head, her strength an unrelenting force that stole any chance of escape.

A sharp inhale, the brush of her breath against my throat, and then "Aurora," she hissed, voice rough, wrecked.

A shiver ran down my spine with the realization that she was hungry. Not just for blood but for me.

I should’ve smirked, should’ve thrown some teasing remark about how easy it had been to break her precious control. But for once, I was speechless, my breath coming out in shallow gasps as I felt the raw need rolling off her in waves.

"Nessa—" My voice faltered as her grip tightened, her nails just barely digging into my skin.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" she snarled.

I swallowed hard as her lips hovered just above my pulse, her fangs grazing the sensitive skin, but she didn’t bite. Not yet. She was savoring this. The chase, the tension, the way my heart pounded wildly beneath her touch.

"You think you can tease me?" she murmured, her voice a deadly whisper, full of hunger and frustration. "Walk down those stairs looking like that, teasing me and expecting me to just sit still?"

A whimper by the blood, a real whimper escaped me before I could stop it.

Her grip on my wrists tightened, and "You do belong to me," she growled.

And then her lips crashed against mine, and I let her take me.

The moment her lips crashed against mine, the world shattered. There was no hesitation, no teasing, just pure, desperate hunger. Nessa’s body pressed against mine, keeping me caged between her and the cold stone wall, her grip unyielding, her fingers digging into my wrists as if she were afraid I’d slip away. As if she needed me closer, even though there was no space left between us.

I arched into her, my hunger matching hers, answering the wild, reckless force of her kiss with one just as fierce. A low, guttural sound rumbled from deep in her chest as she tilted her head, fangs grazing over my bottom lip, sharp, a warning, a promise.

Then, a sharp sting, followed by the immediate rush of heat as my blood met her tongue. I gasped into her mouth, the pain fading almost instantly, replaced by something more, something electric. The taste of iron mixed between us as I bit back, my fangs sinking into the plush of her bottom lip, answering her challenge with one of my own.

Nessa growled, the sound vibrating against my skin as she pressed me even harder against the wall, as if she could consume me whole and by the blood. I wanted her to. The tangy, intoxicating taste of blood lingered between us, staining our lips, fueling the heat building with every frantic movement. It was messy, unhinged, a clash of fangs and breathless moans, a battle neither of us cared to win.

I tugged at her grip, finally breaking one of my wrists free, threading my fingers through her hair and pulling hard. She hissed against my mouth but didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate. If anything, it only made her kiss me deeper, as if she wanted to drown in me and the realization that I was already drowning in her.

I barely had a moment to catch my breath before Nessa moved, and then next moment, I was weightless, my feet leaving the ground as she lifted me effortlessly into her arms. A gasp escaped me, swallowed immediately by the deep, relentless kiss she refused to break. She carried me as if I weighed nothing, her grip firm, secure. I barely had time to wrap my arms around her neck before she started up the stairs—without hesitation, without so much as a pause.

There was no stutter in her breath, no falter in the way she kissed me, and not even a single break in her rhythm.

I had always known Nessa was strong, had seen her wield her power with terrifying ease—but this? This was something else entirely.

"You’re—" I tried to speak, only to be cut off as she deepened the kiss again, stealing the words right from my lips.

She smirked against my mouth, clearly pleased with herself. "What was that, darling?" she murmured, her voice a breathless purr.

I narrowed my eyes, though it was impossible to summon any real annoyance when she was kissing me like this, when she was carrying me as if I was hers, as if I belonged in her arms.

"You’re showing off," I managed, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Another smirk, another effortless step up the stairs. "Am I?"

"Yes," I huffed, though the way my fingers tightened in her hair betrayed me.

Nessa’s lips ghosted over mine, her breath warm, teasing, dangerous and we had barely made it past the threshold of her room before she pinned me against the door, her body flush against mine, trapping me in this intoxicating heat. My pulse pounded in my ears, my breath coming out in uneven gasps, but she remained composed, controlled, despite the hunger still burning in her golden eyes.

And then she whispered, "You were the one who seduced me, darling."

A slow, deliberate shiver ran down my spine, and I blinked, lips parting slightly, my thoughts scrambling for something to counter her ridiculous accusation.

"Excuse me?" My voice came out more breathless than I intended, which only made her smirk.

Nessa hummed, her fingers skimming down my arms, her touch light but firm enough to remind me exactly who was in control right now. "You walked down those stairs looking like that. You watched me like you were daring me to lose control." She leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "So, tell me, Aurora, who was seducing who?"

Heat coiled in my stomach, sharp and relentless and I wanted to argue and I couldn’t form a single coherent thought when she was this close, when her voice dipped into that low, sultry tone that sent a thrill straight through me.

I swallowed hard. "I—"

She tilted her head, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Yes?"

I clenched my jaw, narrowing my eyes. "I hate you," I muttered.

She laughed, deep and delighted, before pressing her lips against mine in a way that very clearly responded "Liar."

Nessa moved like a predator, slow and deliberate, as if she had all the time in the world. The weight of her body against mine disappeared as she stepped back, leaving me pinned against the door, my breath still unsteady, my skin burning from where she had touched me. I just watched it.

Watched as she took a step back and her fingers trailed to the buttons of her shirt, undoing them one by one, each movement agonizingly slow, as if she wanted me to suffer.

"You’re staring," she murmured, her tone dripping with amusement.

I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze up to meet hers. "And?"

Her smirk widened. "You have the right to stare."

The last button slipped free, and she let the fabric slide from her shoulders, revealing smooth, toned skin kissed by the dim candlelight. My throat went dry and I exhaled sharply, trying to gather what little control I had left but then she stopped at the edge of the bed, turning back to me with that look, the one that sent a slow, agonizing heat curling through my veins.

And then, without a single word, she reached for me, and the soft tug of fingers at my towel, the sharp inhale I barely managed to contain, but when the fabric slipped from my body, I could not help but tremble as our naked bodies aligned with each other.

Nessa did not hold back as she lowered her head to the crook of my neck, and her fangs descended on me. I gasped, my fingers digging into her back, my body arching into hers as pleasure erupted through my veins. It was intoxicating, the pull of her lips, the slow, deliberate way she drank from me, as if she wanted to savor every drop.

"Nessa—" I choked out, but it wasn’t a plea for her to stop but I was begging for more.

She hummed against my skin, sending a delicious vibration down my spine, and just when I thought I might break from the sheer intensity of it, she pulled back, lips red, eyes glowing. My breath came in shallow gasps as I met her gaze, my hunger clawing its way to the surface. My fangs ached, my body craved, and I didn’t hesitate. I moved. A blur of motion, and then she was beneath me, her head tilted, throat bared, as if she knew what I needed. As if she wanted it just as badly.

I dipped my head, lips brushing over her pulse, feeling the way it thrummed wildly beneath my touch.

"Mine," I whispered, and before she could respond, I bit. The moment her blood hit my tongue, I shattered. Rich, powerful, her. It consumed me, bound me, and tied us together in a way no words ever could. Her sharp inhale turned into a breathless moan, her fingers tightening in my hair as she pulled me closer, as if she never wanted me to stop.

This was the feeling of eternity.