Page 11 of His Secret Mate

Lara's hands found their way to his chest, her fingers curling into tight fists as she grabbed the front of his shirt. A soft moan escaped her lips, muffled by the intensity of their connection. With each passing second, the bonding link unfurled and began to wrap its tendrils around her. He could feel the doubts, insecurities, and defiance that must be clouding her mind begin to dissipate.

Pulling away, he breathed heavily, leaning into her and resting his forehead against hers. Their breaths mingled in the heated space between them. "You feel it, too. The link that already exists between us," he rumbled, his voice husky with desire and tinged with the unspoken promise of pleasure that lay ahead.

She shook her head and tried to push him away. Orion wrapped his arm around her and dragged her back. He knew he should let her go, knew he should let her walk away, but knew he couldn’t. He looked down at her—her eyes were glazed over with a raw hunger.

"I don't know what this is," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

A flicker of frustration washed over him. The mating bond demanded surrender—a surrender that he knew she didn’t want to give, but that choice had been taken away from them. "You are my fated mate, and nothing will change that. Nothing."

Lara's eyes searched his face for any sign of doubt or deception. Finding none, her eyes softened before she pushed at his chest. “This won’t work. I know this is the frozen north but you’re not some cave man. You can’t just declare me to be yours, and that’s the end of it.”

“Can’t I?” he taunted, the part of him that still remained feral and unbound to the laws of man knowing he would do whatever it took to make her his. “I think you’ll find, especially here at Aurora Station, that I can.”

He traced the outline of her mouth thinking how good her lips would look wrapped around his cock. She had no real way of knowing that the noble warrior had left the room, and in his place was a primitive barbarian who would take what he wanted.Lara sucked in a sharp breath as he tightened his grip on her so she could feel the strength and size of his throbbing cock. Her eyes drifted to his lips, the link refusing to be denied. The arm that wrapped around her loosened as his hand slid down her back to cup her ass as he ground against her.

Lara moaned as her arm came up to slide around his neck, anchoring herself to him as Orion’s lips slammed against hers. This time their kiss was different. The intensity was off the charts and his tongue plundered her mouth. There was nothing tentative or civilized about it; it was the kiss of an alpha male dire wolf intent on conquering his mate. Growling low in his throat and feeling her body tremble against him, Orion scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her back down to his room.

Once inside, he set her feet down on the floor before reaching up to rip her clothes from her body, rendering her naked in reality for the first time. He allowed his eyes to roll over her body, slapping her hand away when she tried to cover herself.

They stumbled backward, trying to find balance amidst the maelstrom of their desire. There was nothing but bare skin and the sweet scent of lust hanging heavy in the air.

“Mine,” he growled as he tipped her back onto the bed and stripped himself, letting his clothes fall to the ground.

He covered her body with his, their bodies crashing together in a frenzy of need, a primal hunger clawing at Orion and spreading to Lara. The heat of their passion fueled the flames that licked at their skin, igniting a fire that threatened to destroy everything in its path.

As their lips molded and melted against each other, a symphony of moans and sighs filled the air. There was an urgency in their movements, driven by a need so powerful it eclipsed all rational thought. Hands roamed, exploring every inch of exposed flesh, lighting sparks that sent shivers down their spines.

His fingers delved into her hair, tugging it as he claimed her mouth with an unmatched fervor. The taste of her lips, at first unyielding, then becoming soft and pliant, fueled his desire, leaving him hungry for more. She reciprocated with equal fervency, her nails digging into his back as she pulled him closer.

A flicker of uncertainty crossed her eyes, but Orion paid it no heed. He was certain of this… of her… and he would claim what was his and deal with the consequences later. He captured her gaze, burning with an intensity that mirrored his own. Any remnant of doubt or hesitation vanished into thin air. Their bodies collided once more, fusing together in a dance as old as time itself.

He settled himself between her legs, lining his hard cock up with the entrance to her core. She was soft, wet, and ripe, her body ready for his, almost as if it was begging to be conquered. With a primal growl, Orion thrust into her depths, relishing the tightness that enveloped him as well as the moan of pure desire that escaped her lips. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of ecstasy coursing through his veins as the bonding link snapped into place. They were no longer two separate entities, but one entity forged in the flames of need and desire.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded, and she complied, pulling him deeper inside her as if urging him to explore the uncharted territories of her pleasure. She obliged willingly, setting a rhythm that matched the beat of their pounding hearts. Every thrust brought them closer to the precipice, to the edge where bliss and oblivion merged.

The bed beneath them groaned and squeaked as if struggling to contain the intensity of their passion. Moans and gasps echoed through the room, mingling with the crackling of the fire in the fireplace and the sound of their skin slapping against each other.

Their bodies moved with an innate and instinctive synchrony, a harmony born from a longing so profound it transcended time and mere physicality. They were lost in a world of sensation, where time ceased to exist, and nothing mattered but the depth of the pleasure they bestowed upon each other.

Her nails dug into his back, leaving crescent-shaped imprints as she arched against him, desperate for more. He obliged, reaching between them to tease her swollen clit with his thumb. He realized—only vaguely—that he hadn’t given her much foreplay. He’d wanted to overwhelm her senses as well as her reasoning. He vowed in the future to spend days exploring her body, knotting and tying her to him, and reveling in their connection. Her body tensed around him in response, her walls clenching with a voracious hunger that matched his own.

The temperature in the room rose to an almost unbearable degree as sweat beaded on their bodies, glistening under the dim light. The intoxicating scent of sex flooded the air.

The walls of her pussy encapsulated his cock, making it harder for him to drive deeper with every thrust. His cock rasped her inner walls, causing her pussy to act like a siphon, begging for him to fill her up.

"Fuck, Orion. This is so good," she moaned.

Her words only added fuel to the fire, pushing him further into a state of primal lust. He could feel himself losing control, succumbing to the intoxicating rhythm of their bodies. Their moans intertwined, creating a symphony of pleasure that reverberated through the walls.

"Take my cock deep,” he groaned.

He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust deeper, harder. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, drowning out any semblance of rational thought. It was as if they’d entered a realm where only their lust and need mattered, where the only goal was to push each other to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

With every stroke, Orion sensed her unraveling beneath him—not just physically, but emotionally as well. The wolf within him pushed to allow a knot to form. If she was tied to him for several hours, she would have no choice but to accept that they were fated mates. Her body trembled, her breath hitched, and he knew she was teetering on the edge. He wanted nothing more than to feel her come undone, to prove to her that their bodies were in perfect sync.

He increased the pressure on her swollen clit with his thumb, circling it in teasing motions that elicited a throaty moan from deep within her. Her muscles tightened around him, drawing him in deeper, begging for release. Finally, he let go, pounding into her and pushing the two of them over the brink into an explosive orgasm that ripped through them both.

Her back arched up off the bed, a primal keening noise escaping her lips as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. He watched and felt a kind of awe as he rode out her climax, her nails leaving red trails down his back as she raked it. Her orgasm triggered his own release—a torrential flood that utterly consumed him.

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