CHAPTER 218: CHAPTER 218: LITTLE MATE, LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU

Selene’s POV~

The world narrowed to the feel of his mouth on mine.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss anymore; it was a hungry, consuming claim that wiped away every thought I had except for him. He moved, shifting his body just enough to settle his hard, powerful weight firmly against my core, and the sudden, solid pressure was an electric shock that made me gasp into his mouth.

My hands flew back to his shoulders, clinging, pulling him tighter, needing that weight, needing the absolute certainty of his presence.

I was sprawled beneath him.

The thought hit me with sudden, sharp clarity. This was Aeron, the terrifying, ice-blooded Alpha, and I was utterly beneath him—exposed, breathless, and utterly vulnerable to his molten gaze. My clothes were somewhere lost, my skin was hypersensitive, and the heat pooling low in my belly felt volcanic.

He finally broke the kiss, breathing hard, his forehead resting against mine again. His eyes were closed, his jaw tight, a muscle ticking wildly in his neck.

"Gods, Selene," he muttered, the words raw, vibrating against my skin. "You taste like fire."

"I..." I couldn’t articulate anything. I was drowning in the sheer, overwhelming sensation of his hardened body pressed to my own, even through the barrier of our clothes. The friction, the warmth, the impossible, exquisite pressure, it was a torment and a lifeline all at once. My breathing was ragged, and I was sure my entire body was trembling.

He must have felt it, because his large hand moved from my cheek to my throat, his thumb resting gently on my pulsing vein.

"Tell me what that look means," he commanded, his voice now low and steady but laced with a dangerous intensity. "The one in your eyes. Are you scared or just shocked?"

"Shocked," I managed, the word a thin whisper. "I didn’t expect... this intensity. Not from you."

He chuckled, a rough, dark sound that vibrated deep in my chest. "You think I am incapable of wanting you like this? Of being consumed?"

"I thought you were cold," I confessed, ashamed but needing to be honest.

Aeron leaned back just enough to look me in the eyes, and his gaze was fierce, yet strangely gentle.

"I told you who I’m cold for, Selene. And who I burn for." He dropped his head, his mouth seeking the tender skin near my ear. "And I can feel you trembling. I can feel how wet you are beneath me. You want this as much as I do."

Heat flooded my face, sharp and humiliating. He noticed everything.

"Don’t look ashamed," he growled, misting my ear with his breath. "This is what happens when a werewolf finds his mate. We are creatures of instinct. And you..." His voice dropped to a sinful murmur. "You are making me lose control."

My fingers dug into the firm muscle of his back. He wasn’t wrong. Every touch, every word he spoke, only intensified the tightening, liquid pleasure pooling in my core. I felt like a creature starved for water who had finally found an oasis. And I was clinging to the rim, terrified he’d pull the drink away.

Starved. The word resonated with bitter truth. Not just for this kind of touch, but for the real affection, the gentle want that didn’t feel like cruelty or possession. He was giving me that now, and I couldn’t bear the thought of letting go.

He shifted again, his hips pressing down, causing a dizzying rush of sensation. I gasped, a small, desperate sound that seemed to delight him.

"There it is," he murmured, a hint of predatory satisfaction in his voice. "Don’t hold back, little mate. Let me hear everything."

"Aeron," I pleaded, my voice barely recognizable. "Please..."

He pulled his hips back just an inch, then drove them forward, slowly, deliberately. The friction was maddening, impossible to ignore.

"Please what?" he challenged, his eyes dark with unmasked desire. "Tell me what you need, Selene. Tell me that you want me to destroy every bit of the cold Alpha you thought I was."

I swallowed hard, my chest aching with the effort to breathe.

"I want you to stay," I finally choked out, clinging to the only certainty I could find. "Don’t go. Don’t stop."

His fierce expression softened immediately, melting into something devastatingly tender.

"Never," he whispered, lowering his head to kiss my collarbone, then tracing a line down my throat. "I am yours now, Selene. And I’m not going anywhere."

He settled his weight, moving in slow, agonizing circles that kept the tension high, and I let my head fall back, submitting completely to the pleasure, the heat, and the unexpected safety of being wanted by the male who truly saw me.

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Aeron’s POV~

Her plea..."I want you to stay. Don’t go. Don’t stop" hit me like a physical blow, but it was the best kind of shock. It was a release, a complete surrender that burned away the last of my control. The trembling beneath me was real, but it wasn’t fear. It was pure, unadulterated need, and the realization made a dark, consuming pleasure roar to life inside me.

She wasn’t shying away. She wasn’t terrified of the Alpha she thought she knew. She was hungry for the man I was becoming for her.

"I am yours now, Selene," I repeated, my voice rough. And I meant it. Every part of me was hers.

I ended the slow, teasing friction of our hips and moved my weight completely off her core, settling on my elbow. Selene made a small, frustrated sound, her eyes flying open, confusion and protest flickering in their depths.

"Don’t panic, little mate," I growled, my lips curving in a predatory smile. I watched as her eyes tracked my every movement, already shining with a desperate wanting.

My gaze traveled down her body, lingering on the taut curves and the lush skin I had just exposed. Her clothes were a forgotten mess, and she lay beneath me, utterly beautiful, utterly mine.

My breath hitched when my eyes finally landed on her breasts. They were full and pale, and the nipples were already tight, dark buds straining toward me. The sight was enough to make my mind blank with pure instinct.

I dipped my head slowly, deliberately, giving her time to breathe, to feel the anticipation. I didn’t want to rush this; I wanted to savor the moment I finally took what she was so clearly offering.

I started with a trail of agonizingly light kisses, tracing a path down her throat, across her collarbone, and then landing on the swell of her chest. Each touch was a promise. She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair, silently urging me forward.

Finally, I reached the target. I didn’t latch on immediately. Instead, I gave the hardened peak a slow, wet smooch, sucking just enough to pull the sensitive skin forward.

Selene’s entire back arched, a stunning, beautiful arc of submission and pleasure. She pushed herself up, unknowingly pressing the other nipple against my cheek. I heard her small cry...a choked sound that wasn’t a scream but a moan of pure shock and delight.

More, my instinct demanded. Consume her.

I took the entire peak into my mouth, not gently, but with a sudden, possessive hunger that was undeniably Alpha. I drew hard, a deep, pulling suck that sent a jolt of fire through both our bodies.

Then, I rolled my tongue over the peak, savoring the texture and the salty sweetness of her skin. She was breathing in short, desperate bursts now, her hands no longer pulling my hair but simply clutching my head, holding me to the exquisite torment.

I felt the shift...the final edge of my control snapping. My fangs, always close to the surface, extended slightly. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to taste her with every part of my being.

I gave the nipple one last, hard pull, then gently, carefully, I grazed the sensitive skin with the tip of my fangs.

It wasn’t a bite, not a mark to draw blood, but the sudden, sharp, alien sensation of my canines sent her over the edge.

"Aeron!" she shrieked, a high, strained scream of pure sensation. Her hips bucked beneath me, and a fresh wave of liquid heat flooded the space between our bodies.

I lifted my head, panting, staring into her eyes that were wide, dark, and filled with a pleasure so intense it was nearly pain.

"Mine," I grunted, a primal affirmation that was the last word I needed to speak before I moved to claim the rest of what she was offering.

The moment my fangs scraped her skin, something primitive in me took over. The Alpha was gone; now, only the Wolf remained.

My vision narrowed. The world was nothing but Selene, her scent, her taste, and the searing heat of her desire. I

I looked into her face. Her expression was beautiful. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused on anything but the sensation pouring through her.

My eyes, which she knew as ice-gray, were darkening, the iris bleeding into a fierce, predatory gold. The instinct to claim, to possess, to make her mine.

The barrier of our clothing, the last remnants of human formality, suddenly became an unbearable torment. I couldn’t stand the sight of the pants restricting her, separating me from the soft, vulnerable skin I craved.

With a sudden, rough pull, my large hands moved from her back, dipping low. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pants. There was no finesse, only raw, wolfish need.

Riiip!

I pulled them down in one swift motion, along with the damp lace beneath. The sound of the fabric tearing slightly was the only sound beside our rough breathings.

The cool air hit her skin, and she gasped, clutching her hands over her face, not in shame, but perhaps in overwhelming exposure.

I didn’t care about the clothes. My gaze was already locked on the center of her body, now fully exposed.

And there it was, the proof of her desire. The soft, feminine skin was flushed and slick, her body utterly ready.

She looked small, fragile, and utterly irresistible beneath my wolf’s hungry gaze.

I lowered my head, staring at the sight that promised absolute release, and whispered, "There’s the hungry gaze I was looking for, little mate. Let me take care of that."