CHAPTER 217: CHAPTER 217: MY ONLY TRUE ADDICTION (R)

Aeron’s POV~

I moved without thinking in one swift motion, and she found herself on her back, the bed sinking under my weight as I hovered above her. I braced myself so I wouldn’t crush her, but I didn’t pull away. My body fit over hers too perfectly.

Her breath caught.

And my heartbeat kicked into a wild rhythm I couldn’t slow down.

Her hands slid up my back, holding me closer. I lowered myself just enough that our chests brushed, enough for our heartbeats to pound against each other.

Her scent wrapped around me, warm and sweet and overwhelming.

My mouth found hers again, deeper this time...hungry, consuming, the kind of kiss I had dreamed about so many nights it had almost driven me mad.

Selene didn’t shy away.

She lifted toward me, answering me with the same fire.

My hand slid up her spine, feeling the arch she made against me, feeling the small shiver that traveled through her body. Her soft gasp against my lips nearly undid me.

I kissed her harder...because she was kissing me back, because her hands were pulling me closer, because she wasn’t running this time.

Selene felt herself melting beneath him.

She didn’t want space.

Didn’t want air.

Didn’t want a future she couldn’t predict.

Just this moment.

Just his warmth around her.

Just the man who, somehow, made her feel safe for the first time in years.

Her fingers curled into his shirt.

Her legs drifted around his waist without her noticing, pulling him closer, keeping him there.

And I felt it and almost broke apart.

I dropped my forehead to hers, breathing hard, kissing her again...slower, deeper, full of everything I had never been able to say.

I felt her trust in every breath she gave me.

I felt a profound, aching sadness wash over me, a sorrow that had nothing to do with her but with my own loss of control, the sense of losing all my mind and senses to this single, intoxicating moment.

Yet, the fact that she was not even trying to push me away and that she was completely surrendering was everything.

For a werewolf, realizing their mate truly wanted them was the most intimate, soul-shattering thing.

I could not think of anything in the world aside from my mate. She looked at me with that hazy, distant gaze, completely surrendered to my mercy, intoxicating me with her presence.

And her arousal. The sweet, heavy scent of it made the beast inside me nearly howl.

I clenched my jaw hard to keep the sound locked inside, terrified of startling her, but the beast pounded, demanding I claim her now.

My hand, which had been exploring, stopped. When she did not push me away, when she responded by pushing her chest against my wide, bronzed hands, even rubbing against them, I sucked in a sharp, staggering breath.

I shifted down from her, taking control of the moment. I found her jaw and cupped it, arching her back slightly and tilting her face toward me. I trailed soft, wet kisses around her jawline, worshipping her skin, but my other hand never paused, exploring the expanse of her back as my gaze kissed her down her body.

Before I fully realized the intention, my hand suddenly gripped the hem of her top. I pulled it upwards. With one swift motion, one powerful jerk, the cloth slid up her body, pulling her belly up slightly. Her soft breasts were instantly freed from the boundness of the fabric. They sprang free right in front of me, and my brain hissed at the sight.

I stared at the beautiful peaks of her, their pink, cherry-like tips pointing straight up at my face. I swallowed hard, the movement rough in my throat. Only then did I realize what my raw, creator’s hand had truly done, and I looked back up into her eyes.

She looked at me with the shyness of a young girl, blushing fiercely at the intensity of her mate’s gaze. My heart nearly lifted right through my chest when I saw her shy face and how she was biting her lip.

Even I blushed under the pure power of my own gaze, feeling the primitive satisfaction deep in my core. Her reaction meant she was not just jesting with the idea of me touching her.

I grew bolder. My big hand suddenly cupped one of those heavy cups, and I almost groaned aloud at the immediate sensation of softness against my hot palm. She shuddered, her cool skin reacting to my heat, and I continued kneading them softly. A deep, guttural growl ripped from my throat.

She moaned against me.

I dipped my mouth again, continuing to trail kisses on her neck. Her top now felt like a barrier, a wall that was in my way. I did not wait for a second thought before pulling it above her head. She cooperated with a gentle ease that sent a wave of satisfaction deep into my soul.

Soon, she was bare on her upper body in front of me. The light seemed to flash in my eyes as I looked at her soft body against mine. I whispered the word, a breathy confession, "Beautiful. You are gorgeous."

I had imagined her countless times in my dreams, but seeing her now, she was more beautiful, more real, than any fantasy. I wanted nothing more than to worship her. She blushed and silently avoided my gaze, then snickered.

"Oh, come on," she teased, finally looking back at me. "Don’t act like you’ve not seen this before."

I snapped my gaze back to her eyes, and I whispered slowly, "It is my first time. I have never touched any female."

Selena froze, her eyes widening in absolute shock. It was impossible. For a werewolf, for an Alpha, to stay pure for so many years—it was unheard of.

But she could not refuse to believe him, not when his innocent expression begged her to trust him. Looking at his shocked face, like he was seeing them for the first time, made her blush deepen. She realized maybe, just maybe, it was true.

She smiled and giggled at me. "Why are you staring at them like a lost puppy? Are you going to start licking them?"

The thought, spoken aloud, delighted me, warming me instantly. It was a good idea. I dipped my mouth down, leaving a soft trail of kisses on her skin, searching for the perfect spot before giving a small, possessive bite.

I grew bolder. My fingers caught one of those pinky perks, and I rolled it with my thumb before slightly twisting it, and I almost groaned aloud at the immediate sensation of softness against my hot palm.

She hissed softly at the sensation, gasping as I punched them... looking at her lost expression of desire... I immediately caught the other one... and massaged them to the point they deformed in my arms.

Now, I let the beast take the lead in my actions. With a sudden, overwhelming urge, I lowered my head and took hold of her chest, sucking strongly, like a starving baby demanding sustenance. The sound was loud—a definite, wet smooch that echoed in the quiet room.

Selena’s entire face flushed crimson with fury and excitement. She had never imagined that he, the cold, distant Alpha I presented to the world, would be like this, so unrestrained and focused. But it seemed this primal skill was inherited by all werewolves; they were all too good in this part of life.

She moaned deeply as I continued my exploration. I gave her breast a good, rough smooching, then teased her further, drawing my tongue across the sensitive bud. This action made her entire body shudder, and she called out my name, a broken, desperate sound that tasted sweeter than anything I had ever heard.

The sound of her voice, my name on her lips, only fueled the fire inside me. I moved between her breasts, giving equal attention to both, pulling, sucking, and kneading until she was arching her back, desperate for more. Her hands came up, clutching hard at my hair, pulling me closer against her chest.

The taste of her skin was a feast the beast had waited a lifetime for. My hands left her back and moved lower, finally finding the soft material of her tight pants.

I dragged my knuckles across the fabric, feeling the intense heat radiating beneath, and the sharp, involuntary gasp she let out signaled exactly where her focus had shifted.

I wanted to hear that sound again. I needed to see how much more I could take from her, how much pleasure she was willing to drown in.

I shifted my weight, pressing my hips down, letting her feel the full, undeniable evidence of my own surging desire through the fabric separating us.

She whimpered, a low, needy sound that dissolved all the remaining logic in my brain. The Alpha, the one who was supposed to be cold and controlled, was gone.

Only the wolf, devoted entirely to his mate’s pleasure, remained. I knew I wouldn’t stop until I had tasted every part of her. I pulled my mouth away from her chest, looking down at her, her eyes heavy and her breath ragged.

That look of complete surrender was my drug, my only true addiction.