Chapter 228
Adrian’s POV
Skye’s breath hitched as I guided her back against the wall, the rose petals from the bedroom path crunching underfoot.
The candlelight cast shadows across her face, her green eyes glowing with a hunger that mirrored my own. Our bond pulsed, raw and electric, the mark on her neck calling to me like a beacon. I pressed my lips to it, feeling her shiver under my touch.
“You drive me wild,” I growled, voice low, my hands sliding under her shirt, fingers grazing the soft skin of her waist. She arched into me, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Adrian, don’t tease,” she whispered, her hands tugging at my belt with urgency. Her boldness sent a jolt through me, my wolf stirring with possessive need.
I lifted her, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist, and carried her to the chaise, her silver hair spilling like moonlight. Her eyes, fierce with want, held mine as she tugged me closer. I shed my shirt, her hands roaming my chest, nails grazing, setting every nerve alight.
“I need you,” she said, voice thick, her breath hitching as my fingers traced her thighs, finding her slick and ready.
I kissed her hard, tongues clashing, her taste dizzying. She squirmed beneath me, hips rising, my name a soft plea on her lips. My thumb circled her sensitive spot, slow and deliberate, drawing sharp gasps as her body tensed, trembling with each teasing stroke. Her hands gripped my back, nails biting into skin, urging me closer as her warmth pulsed against my touch.
I paused, locking eyes, her gaze raw with love and need.
“Mine,” I said, voice rough, entering her slowly, feeling her tighten around me.
She gasped, nails digging deeper, her hips meeting mine in a steady rhythm. Each thrust deepened our connection, her soft cries spurring me on. Her body arched, shuddering as waves of pleasure built, her breath ragged.
We moved faster, the bond amplifying every sensation–her heat, her grip, the electric pull–until we shattered together, lost in a blaze of shared ecstasy, bodies and souls fused.
***
Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting golden streaks across our bedroom.
I woke before Skye, taking a moment to simply watch her sleep. Her silver hair was spread across the pillow, her face peaceful in a way I hadn’t seen in a long time.
The sight of her filled me with a contentment I’d never known before. After years of building my pack, of providing sanctuary for those who -needed it, I finally had someone who was mine alone. Someone who was independent yet made me feel needed, who accepted all of me.
Mate. Luna. Wife.
The words rolled through my mind, each one a treasure. I reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, and her eyes fluttered open, green eyes like a lake in the desert.
“Morning,” she murmured, voice husky with sleep.
“Morning, Luna,” I replied, unable to keep the smile from my voice.
A soft knock at the door interrupted us. Alpha, Luna, Lucy called. “Breakfast is ready whenever you are.”
“Thank you, Lucy,” I called back, then turned to Skye. “Hungry?”
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She stretched, the sheet sliding down to reveal the marks I’d left on her skin. “Starving, actually.”
We dressed casually and made our way to the kitchen, where Lucy had prepared a feast. Fresh fruit, pancakes, bacon, and coffee awaited us, along with a knowing smile from the elderly woman.
“Looks like I’ll be helping with children soon,” Lucy said, her eyes twinkling as she glanced at the rose petals still caught in Skye’s hair.
Skye blushed, but her smile was radiant. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for us, Lucy.”
“Nothing but the best for our Luna, Lucy replied, patting Skye’s hand before excusing herself.
We ate in comfortable silence, occasionally feeding each other bites of food, stealing kisses between sips of coffee. After we finished, I pulled Skye onto my lap, nuzzling the mark on her neck.
“I could get used to mornings like this,” I murmured against her skin.
She sighed contentedly, then gently pushed at my chest. “I need to see my parents before they leave.”
“Now?” I asked, tightening my hold on her waist.
Skye laughed, the sound warming me from within. “Yes, now. And I should probably shower first.” She wrinkled her nose. “I smell like you and sex. Not exactly how I want to say goodbye to my parents.”
I reluctantly released her, though not before stealing another kiss. “Fine. But hurry back.”
As she stood, I caught her hand. “Skye?”
“Hmm?”
“I want this with you. Not just now, but always.” I placed my palm against her flat stomach. “A family. Children of our own.”
Her expression softened. “You’d be an amazing father.”
“And you’d be a wonderful mother.” I traced circles on her stomach. “Can you imagine? Little silver wolves running around our territory?”
“Or little gray ones with your amber eyes,” she countered, placing her hand over mine. “Stubborn like their father.”
“Brave like their mother,” I added, standing to pull her against me. “Smart like you, too.”
Skye leaned into me, her scent mingling with mine. “I’d want them to have your heart,” she said softly. “Your capacity to care for others, to build something out of nothing.”
“Our children would have the best of both of us,” I said, kissing her forehead. “And they’d grow up knowing they’re loved, that they belong.”
‘No rejection, no isolation,” Skye agreed, her voice thick with emotion. “Just family. Pack.”
‘Home,” I whispered against her hair.
She nodded, then stepped back with a sigh. “I really do need to shower and see my parents.”
‘Go,” I said, releasing her. “The sooner you leave, the sooner you can come back.”
As she walked away, I called after her, “And Skye? Hurry. We have a lot of practicing to do if we want those little wolves running around.”
Her laughter echoed down the hallway, the sound of it filling our home with joy. Our home. Our future. Together.
