BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 226: STILL BURNING IN EUPHORIA

Chapter 226: STILL BURNING IN EUPHORIA

{"For the strength of the Mate is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Mate."}

I barely remember saying it. "Can we... go inside?"

It came out more like a breath than a sentence. I did not even say the words aloud. But Spark heard me. And the next thing I knew, his arms were around me and he whispered, "I’ve got you," he murmured. My body melted into his as he lifted me, bridal-style, like it was nothing. And even though I was still flushed with the after-heat haze, too weak to walk properly, too sore to shift, he did not flinch. He just carried me like he had been waiting his whole life to do it.

Through the back door. Up the stairs. Into our room and he set me down on the bed like I was breakable porcelain, tucking a pillow beneath my head, smoothing back my damp hair. "I’m going to grab a warm cloth," he said quietly. "Then food. Do not move unless you must."

I nodded, too tired to argue. The sheets were cool against my skin, the hoodie still wrapped around me like armor. The ache inside had dulled to a throb, and my mind was clearing. When he returned, it was not just with a cloth. It was with a bowl of cut fruit, warm toast with honey, and tea he had brewed himself. I blinked at it all.

"You didn’t have to—"

"Stop," he said softly. "You need strength. Your body’s been through a lot."

He sat on the edge of the bed, dipping the cloth in a bowl of water and gently wiping my face, neck, and chest with it. His touch was reverent, practical, but tender. The kind of care that did not ask for anything in return. When he was satisfied, he took a piece of fruitmelon, sweet and cold, and held it to my lips.

He fed me slowly, letting me chew and swallow before offering the next bite. Toast. A sip of tea. Fruit again. My stomach was not ready for much, but the warmth. It helped. Everything helped.

"Thank you," I said quietly, after the last bite.

He ran his fingers gently through my hair. "You don’t have to thank me." His eyes met mine. Warm. Steady. A little wrecked from holding himself back.

"I want all of you, Wave," he said. "But I want it when you are ready to give it. Not when your body’s screaming for relief."

I let out a shaky breath and reached for his hand. "Stay?" I asked.

He twined our fingers together and settled beside me, still above the covers, just close enough for his warmth to bleed into mine. "Always," he whispered.

And with my head resting against his shoulder, my belly full, and my body beginning to quiet... I let sleep take me again.

The fever had finally broken, and I lay there for a while, listening to the quiet, feeling the faint hum of Spark’s breathing next to me. He had not moved, not once. One arm draped across the edge of the mattress, close but not touching, his whole body a portrait of restraint. I shifted slightly, stretching sore limbs beneath the covers. I was not dizzy anymore. I was not trembling. But my chest still ached with something I could no longer ignore. I turned my head toward him, watching the way the late-afternoon light hit his face. He looked peaceful. I am a little tired. Still alert under the stillness.

"You’re not sleeping," I said softly.

His eyes flicked open. "Didn’t want to miss it if you needed anything."

I smiled. "What if what I need is you?"

Carefully, like approaching a wild animal, he turned his body toward mine. "Wave..."

"I’m clear-headed," I told him, voice steady. "I am not burning anymore. This is not the heat talking."

"I don’t want you to feel pressured—"

"You waited," I said, cutting him off. "You cared. You made me feel safe."

He was breathing harder now, but not moving. Still waiting for the words.

I reached for him, fingers curling around his wrist, guiding his hand to my chest.

"I want you, Spark," I said, voice low. "Not because of the bond. Not because my body begs. Because I do. Because I trust you."

His pupils dilated, lips parting like he could not quite believe it. "Are you sure?"

I pulled his hand to my cheek, nuzzling into the warmth. "I’ve never been surer of anything."

He groaned softly, like holding back cost him everything, and finally leaned in, pressing his forehead to mine. His mouth found mine, then warm, sweet, steady. His hands explored with reverence, not urgency, learning the shape of me with every breath. My body responded, not with heat this time, but with need grounded, chosen. When he pulled back, eyes shining and breath caught, I knew we were just at the beginning.

Spark kissed me like he had been holding that breath for years slow, full, with a reverence that undid every wall I had ever built. His hands did not grope or grab. They asked. Every touch came with a pause, a question unspoken:

Are you sure? Are you ready? I answered in kind with the tilt of my head, the curve of my fingers gripping his shirt, the way my mouth opened to him like I had nothing left to hide.

"I want this," I whispered against his lips. "I want you."

He groaned softly, forehead pressing to mine, his breath shaking. "Your omega wolf belongs to me. "

So, he let me take his shirt off, let me see the man I had only glimpsed beneath duty and restraint. Spark was not sculpted perfection, he was raw strength, carved by discipline and years of holding himself back. My eyes drank him in like he was a promise made flesh.

He leaned down, kissed my throat, then press of his lips a vow:

I will never hurt you. I will never take more than you give. I will never make you feel small.

Clothes melted between us, piece by piece, until there was nothing but skin, breath, and truth. I lay back and opened my arms not in submission, but in invitation. He hovered above me, his weight braced, his eyes wild and golden.

"My Omega wolf" he said, voice low and reverent, "Do you know what it means to make it when you are in heat?"

I reached up, cupped his face, and whispered, "Spark, you make it worthwhile."

The heat rose, and it snapped into place like lightning in my chest, like breath filling lungs that had never truly worked until now. Spark groaned, and then his teeth descended on my neck, Pain, and euphoria. Fire and belonging.

"Oh, Wave, I want you to bear my pups and be mine forever, "Spark spoke up when his teeth unlatched from my neck. I was so lost in the haze that I felt him everywhere as I pulled him down for a kiss and rubbed our bodies together. The shame I felt the day before was gone, replaced by want and need, and then I changed positions and pinned Spark down on the bed, and then descended on his neck and bit him.

"Ye,s" Spark roared so loud and then his body trembled, shaking the bed.

When I unlatched my teeth from his neck and licked the mating bite, my body seemed to have accepted its fate, and I felt myself leak from my hole and watched the way Spark’s nostrils flared and then he pushed me on the bed, and then lowered himself and placed my legs on his shoulders. I had to raise my neck to watch him as he growled and licked my hole, and the combination has been shattering and cum laced my stomach. I shook from the force of it all and felt Spark’s lapping sounds that came from his mouth, and even a low growly moan escaped from it.

"Baby, you taste so good "Spark whispered in between the licks and then he rose and licked all the cum that was splattered on my stomach and then swallowed my cock whole and the second orgasm hit again.

My eyes rolled back from the force, and my body spasmed as I let out a breath and tried to hold on, but Spark was not done. He released my cock with a popping sound and then he moved to my nipples, sucking them one by one, biting slowly and then his tongue licking each bud. I never knew that pleasure could be given in such a way, and my hands went to his hair, held him firm as he gave me the euphoric and sweet pleasure.

By the time he was done, I was but a moaning mess and then he moved up, pulled one lg over my shoulder and then hammered his cock into my wetness and we both moaned at the sensation.

"Wave, your scent is so intoxicating. I am addicted to you," Spark whispered, and it came out as a moan.

"Please, "I begged.

And then Spark took control and hammered into me over and over, I held on and revelled in his love as he took care of my Omega heat deep into the night without stopping nor resting.