5

ARIA

I was pretending to be brave. I did not really know how to be rough or quick. I did not know how to be soft or slow either.

All I knew was that his gaze kept coming back to me, over and over, and my heart had not slowed since the instant I noticed him.

This was the first decision I had ever made without fear. I wanted Kael. I would never see him again, and he would be the only one who knew the truth.

A secret. I barely had any. I wanted this one. I needed it. Something to keep. A memory that was mine alone.

And Kael Nightborne of Goldenreach would be enough.

His hands moved over my skin, light but sure, and my breath began to falter. When he leaned closer, my body trembled without my permission.

“Are you changing your mind?” he asked softly as his hands slid under my shirt.

I did not answer. I lifted the shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. I wet my lips, afraid to speak. If I did, I might tell him to stop. Or I might beg him to keep going.

He was very good at pulling me out of my head. I caught his shirt and tried to pull it off him. The height difference made it clumsy, but he did not comment. He simply raised his arms and let me do it.

Most shifters were strong. Power was part of the change. His body was firm, solid. That was not what held my attention.

It was the scars.

Shifters healed quickly. Marks usually faded. But one long scar crossed his chest from shoulder to ribs. It matched the mark slicing through his eyebrow.

“Do you want me to put it back on?” he asked gently.

I reached up and traced the scar with my fingertip. I wanted to ask how he got it. But I had scars too. Smaller, quieter ones. In the low light, I hoped he would not see them. And if he did, I did not want questions.

So I shook my head and tilted my face up to him.

A low snarl left him, sharp enough to send a chill through me. He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard. I gasped, and he took advantage, his tongue pushing into my mouth. When he pulled away, his eyes burned gold. My stomach flipped.

“Your taste. Your scent. There is something about you,” he murmured, lifting my chin and studying my face before kissing me again.

This time I was not afraid. I was waiting. Curious. Wanting to know what would come next.

I moaned and reached for his waistband. I opened his pants and touched him. The size did not shock me. I had seen arousal before. But this was the first time I felt it. Warm, solid, alive. My whole body shivered.

He made a rough sound and pressed into my hand. I closed my fingers without thinking.

He caught my wrist and pulled my hand away. “If you learn anything tonight,” he said, low and steady, “it is that you do not touch me without asking. If you want me, you ask. You beg.”

My mouth opened in surprise. He released me and smiled, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“Well?”

“May I touch you, Alpha?” I asked.

“Almost,” he said. “Try again.”

“Please let me touch you,” I whispered. “I want to make you feel good.”

“Better.” He took my hand, licked my palm slowly, then pressed it back against him. “Hold me. Make me hard for you.”

He bent down and bit my lip before kissing me again. This kiss was rough, hungry. He broke it only to pull the rest of my clothes away.

I was bare. Exposed. Standing in front of someone I barely knew.

For a moment, I wondered if my wolf would panic and flee.

He did not stop. His hand moved down my neck, slow and careful. I waited to see if he would grip my throat. I had known monsters before. I suspected Kael was the most dangerous wolf I had ever met.

And still, I stood there. Naked. Willing.

He could end my life in that room. No one knew where I was. And after tonight, I was not sure anyone would look for me.

His hands continued, over my collarbone, over my chest. I gasped when his fingers brushed a sensitive spot.

He went still.

A wild growl ripped from his chest. He grabbed my hips and dragged me back. Before I could react, I was on the couch, my head sinking into the cushions. He lifted my legs and lowered his mouth between them.

When I cried out, it was not fear.

The pleasure struck hard and sudden as his mouth worked on me. I had only ever been alone before. The heat of him left me dizzy and weak.

“This taste,” he growled, biting my thigh. “You are sweet.”

His tongue found me, and my body arched toward him. I gasped. “Wait.”

He stopped at once. “Why?”

“I will finish too fast.”

“Fast and hard,” he said. “That is what you asked for. And do not worry. I can go again.” His eyes glowed as he looked up at me. “You are mine until morning. Come for me, Aria.”

I swallowed and nodded. I shut my eyes and lifted myself as he continued. Everything was too intense. Too real.

When it hit me, my body lifted off the couch.

He picked me up easily, holding me while I shook, then laid me down on something soft.

A bed.

He joined me a moment later, his clothes gone. He kissed me, and I tasted myself on his mouth. He settled between my legs, and I whimpered.

“Still want more,” he murmured, his tongue tracing my skin. His hand slipped between my thighs. “You are already wet.”

I was. Even after breaking apart, I still wanted him. I wanted him inside me.

I wanted to give something back.

“Please,” I whispered, dragging my nails over his chest.

“That mouth,” he said softly. “Let me hear you say it.”

His eyes flashed as he guided himself into place and pressed into me.

I lifted my knees, breathing hard, trying to adjust. I knew pleasure. I owned toys.

None of them felt like this.

None of them felt like him.

He paused, breathing fast. “You are tight,” he said. “Perfect.”

“I can handle it.”

“You will take all of me.” He kissed me deeply, pinned my hands above my head, pulled back, then thrust in again and again until with a harsh sound he filled me completely.

I cried out.

He did not slow. He did not give me time to think. He pulled out and drove back in, over and over.

Hard. Fast.

Exactly what I asked for.

Heat and motion surrounded us. The bed shook. Sheets twisted. I came again, my nails breaking his skin.

His roar filled the room as he finished inside me.

He pulled free and turned me over, holding me down, spreading me open as he pressed close. His breath was hot against my ear. His body trembled.

The bed was soaked.

I shifted, trying to find a dry place.

He was hard again.

He swore softly.

“Again,” he whispered. “Stay like this. I want to feel you react when I touch you.”

My breath caught.

“Say it,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please,” I said. “I want you.”

He slid into me once more.

And I held on.