Chapter 5

Lia:

I swayed my hips against his as the pack members clapped their hands around us.

I couldn’t believe that I was doing this, but considering the fact that it was a tradition to do so, I knew better than to come, enter a pack, and try to change what they were used to. Plus, it was a lot more fun than us being at the wedding the way that we were, at least here, most of us were either drunk or literally out of it.

He wrapped his arm around my waist as he grinded against me, making me feel his hardening cock, and wrapping my arm around his neck from behind, I slowed my hips, making him feel my round bum, how it twirled. He groaned, lowering his hand on my right before turning me around to face him. 

His eyes were dark with lust, and lifting me in his arms, I wrapped my arms around his neck and legs around his torso as he walked into the house.

My heart thumped against my ribcage, and taking me to the bedroom, he kicked the door open, and walking inside, he put me down on my feet, closing the door and locking it, before he pinned me against the door. He rested his hands either side of my head, caging me, before connecting his lips with my own, his kiss dominant, intriguing, and his hard cock which brushed against my thigh only made my body heat as he moved from my lips to kiss my jaw, neck, and under my ear until he reached my sweet spot.

I moaned at the contact, and smirking against my skin, he pulled away to look me in the eye, resting his forehead against mine as the two of us fought to catch our breaths. 

He ran his finger over my cheek, and I found myself leaning in to his gentle touch. His eyes which were fixed on mine made my head spin as I melted in their silver-bluish tone. My forest green eyes were the only thing that I inherited from my father. 

“I take it that this isn’t your first time doing this?” He asked, his voice above a whisper as he leaned in to kiss me. I shook my head in response, making him frown in confusion. This was my first time kissing a man to begin with. Having been on a run for a long while, I had no time to actually think of dating or being in a relationship, and considering that I hadn’t found my mate, I never really thought of trying being with anyone.

“You’re being serious?” He asked, and I nodded. 

“I have never kissed a man, let alone slept with one.” I said, looking down at his chest. He cupped my cheek and smiled, running his finger over it. I leaned in to his touch, and leaning in, he took his slow time, allowing our breaths to mix as he kept running his finger over my cheekbone.

“You can tell me to stop, and I will.” He whispered, and I shook my head. A deal was a deal, and I was already the man’s wife, there was no getting back from here now. I took charge and leaned in, connecting my lips with his, and he smiled into the kiss before pulling me toward the bed.

The maids have already set most of my things inside my side of the closet, and though I still had to at least manage putting my things on the dresser, most of the job has already been cleared out. 

Ezra slowly pushed me back to lay on bed, and looking back at it, I moved toward the pillow, laying on top of it as he hovered my body. He gently spread my legs using his thigh, and getting between them, he rested his hands either side of my head, raising himself over me. 

“Are you sure that you want this, Lia?” Ezra asked, his consent making me smile. For a man who was telling me that it was a deal, I was surprised by his gentle side right now. “I do not take women against their will, neonata. So, if you want me to stop, let me know.” 

“The two of us have agreed on this, and we both…”

“Fuck the agreement.” He said, stopping me. His eyes were fixed on mine, and leaning in to kiss me, he let his lips brush with my own gently before he connected them together. “Ignore the agreement, if you want me to stop, I will, and that’s it.”

I stayed quiet for a few seconds, debating, and it wasn’t until he started moving from on top of me, and I wrapped his arms around his neck, stopping him, that I knew that I wanted this. If we were going to do this, we had to do it right, and part of this was us completing the mating. My family’s blood would not be going in vain because I was refusing to be marked.

“I want this, Ezra.” I said, trying my best to keep my hesitation from my voice. “I am sure that I want this.” 

He stilled for a few seconds, studying my expression before he nodded. He leaned in to kiss me, his kiss despite being dominant, was gentle, more sympathetic, understanding even. And moving to my neck, he kissed me until he found my sweet spot again, sucking on it gently, grinding against me, creating a friction that had the two of us moaning. 

His right hand held him up while his left lowered down to my body, exploring it over my dress, gently raising it over my thigh, brushing his finger over my skin. Goosebumps rose against my skin, and looking at him, my cheeks reddened as the smell of my arousal filled the air, and smirking, Ezra looked at me, silently asking for permission to strip me off my dress. I nodded and despite my heating cheeks, I sat up and allowed him to unzip the dress before sliding it off my body. 

His eyes widened at the sight of the white lace undergarment, it was Madeline’s choice, and wanting to cover myself, he stopped me by putting his hand on my right boob, squeezing it as he connected his lips with mine. “Don’t…”

His command was simple, and moving from on top of me, he took his own shirt off, followed by his pants and boxers. My eyes widened in surprise as his cock hit his stomach, already hard and dripping. His toned abs, muscles, and chest were enough to have any woman swoon at his feet, and pulling me down on bed, he made me lay more comfortably before sliding his hand under my bra, unclasping and taking it off easily.

My cheeks reddened more, if that were even possible, and looking up at him, I waited for what he was going to do. However, he stopped completely and just hovered over my body, keeping his eyes on me, studying my expression as my heart raced.

“You have one more chance to stop me, neonata,” he whispered, catching me off guard. “this literally is my last bit of self-control…”