Bound By Moonlight to My Mates (by Sofange Daye) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Chapter 15

Aclara

The air between us narrows to only our breaths mingling together. The world outside of this tiny cabin has all but disappeared, and it is only Caleb and I left.

His thumb traces the curve of my jaw, leaving a wake of sparks behind his touch. “Say no,” he whispers. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

I can’t. I won’t.

My chest rises in a sharp inhale, and his scent fills my nostrils. The bond stirs under my skin, daring me to complete what we never did all of those lifetimes ago.

I close the space between us and press my lips to his.

The kiss is soft at first, as if we’re both afraid of what it might unleash. Then something breaks open inside me. The bond flares, and suddenly it’s not gentle anymore.

He pulls me closer. My fingers curl into his shirt, tugging him down, until the distance between us disappears completely. His hand slides along my neck, over my shoulder, tracing fire everywhere he touches.

The magic of the mate bond pulses through my veins, wild and feral. For centuries, my body has only ever known duty, command, and restraint. Now it remembers what it means to want.

“Caleb…” I want to beg him to stop.

He pulls back just far enough to look at me. “Tell me this isn’t real.”

“I can’t.”

“Then don’t run.”

I nod, barely breathing.

He kisses me again, deeper this time, and I feel myself unravel. The bond seems to morph into a living thing, wrapping around us both until I can’t tell where my power ends and his begins. Flashes of memory dance behind my eyes; other lives, other nights, the same souls finding each other through centuries of ruin.

Each touch, each breath, feels like a promise kept across lifetimes.

My hands tremble as I fumble to take off his shirt. A cocky smile tugs against his lips as he steps away from me. Piece by piece, we strip each other bare, and the cold air of the cabin clings to me like a second skin.

I let my eyes roam over his body, taking in every muscle, every imperfection, and every scar. If someone told me that the gods themselves carved him from the earth, I would not be surprised. He is perfect.

Caleb eats the distance between us, lifting me into his arms. The tip of his cock brushes against my entrance, and I whimper at the feeling of it.

I am so lost in the way his skin feels pressed against mine that I barely feel my back hit the old mattress. Caleb settles between my legs, while his mouth explores my skin. Each kiss, each tender bite, feels like fire against my skin.

My fingers rake against his back, trying to pull him forward. “Caleb, please.”

Pulling away, he rests his forehead against mine before easing himself between my folds. It has been too many decades, and my body arches off the bed. Caleb stills, brushing my hair from my face.

“We will go slow,” he murmurs.

I nod, trying to get used to the feeling of him once again. Keeping true to his promise, he goes slow, stretching and filling me to the point of pain. Eventually, the pain disappears, and it is met with something greater. A pleasure that only he can give me.

Our bodies move as one, writhing together as if this might be the last time. Of course, with Caleb, it always feels this way. The mixture of pain and pleasure, love and heartbreak, that will eventually push me over the edge.

His lips trail along my neck to the place where he has marked me so many times before. I tilt my head, needing to feel his bite.

His canines brush against my skin, warning me that he will claim me, giving me a single moment to tell him no. But, I don’t. I dig my nails into his back, pulling him closer.

He moans just before his fangs sink into my skin. White light flashes behind my eyes as the bond between us almost snaps into place. I scream his name as my core tightens around him, and he doesn’t let go. Not until my body is twitching with the aftermath does he remove his fangs from my neck, swiping his tongue across the bite to seal it in place.

It is done, but I don’t care. Why does it have to be up to me to save the world?

His body collapses on top of me, and we lie there in silence until sleep claims us both.

Dawn breaks through the cracks in the boarded windows.

The cabin is quiet again, save for the steady rhythm of his breathing beside me. I lie still, watching the early light slide across his skin, gilding the curve of his shoulder, the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Something in me has changed.

I can feel it, the bond sealed, humming softly beneath my skin. It doesn’t burn anymore. It doesn’t hurt. It fits.

But the divine thread connecting me to Charlotte is fainter than ever. I reach for it, searching through the quiet. It’s still there, barely, a flicker at the edge of my consciousness, but distant.

If I hadn’t felt her pulse before, I might think it was gone.

Caleb stirs, eyes half–opening, a lazy smile curving his lips. “You’re still here.”

I brush a strand of hair from his face. “Where else would I go?”

He laughs quietly, pulling me closer until my head rests against his chest. His heartbeat is strong beneath my ear, warm and steady.

“You could’ve run again,” he murmurs.

“I think I’ve done enough running for one lifetime.”

He doesn’t answer, just presses a kiss into my hair. The sound of his heart lulls me into a strange peace. For the first time in centuries, I feel mortal. I feel alive.

But peace never lasts for me.