Bound By Moonlight to My Mates (by Sofange Daye) novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Charlotte

The roar of the waterfall drowns out everything else, except for the pounding in my chest. The sharp burn of my lungs from running forces me to draw in ragged breaths, and I try not to focus on Theo’s body pressed against mine.

“Cornered, Little Cricket,” he drawls, his voice rough velvet/“But I think you like it.”

I should unwrap his arm from my body and push away from him. But I don’t. I steady my breath and wait for his next move. Suddenly, he spins me in his arms. Caging me against he wall beneath the waterfall. His eyes glow faintly, but not black. No, now they are burning ember–red. Demonic. Dangerous. Yet something in my chest tugs me toward him instead of recoiling.

“You chased me for fun?” My voice is breathless.

His smirk deepens. “You needed to remember what it feels like to be hunted. To want to fight… or to want to surrender.”

Theo’s hand braces beside my head, caging me against the rock. Heat radiates from him, burning through the chill of the falls. I can feel the whisper of his power curling in the air between us, a temptation that promises both ruin and relief.

“You’re infuriating,” I hiss, though the tremor in my voice betrays me

“And yet…” He dips his head lower, his lips brushing the damp line of my throat, his breath hot against my skin. “…you’re trembling for me.”

A shiver shoots through me, sharp and traitorous. My fingers curl against his bare chest, meaning to push him instead I drag him closer. His answering growl is low and rough, vibrating through his chest.

He lingers there, at the hollow of my throat, not taking, not demanding, just waiting. Testing and teasing me.

“You should walk away,” I whisper. “We should both walk away.”

Theo chuckles darkly, lips grazing my skin like a threat. “I should. But we both know I won’t.”

I swallow, feeling the bob of my neck against his lips. “I thought you said you weren’t the right choice.”

away, but

His lips press against my skin, parting slightly. The points of his teeth drag along my neck, and my back arches against him. A whimper is on my lips, and I don’t have time to be embarrassed.

“I am not the right choice,” he reminds me. “But that doesn’t mean I can stay away from you.”

His tongue swipes the water off my skin, and he lifts me out of the water, exposing my naked body. My breasts are pressed against his chest, and goosebumps rise along my skin. No longer masked by the water, the scent of my arousal fills the air, and Theo’s eyes burn brighter.

With only the fabric of his sweats between us, I grind shamelessly on his length. He purrs against my skin while his teeth drag blood to the surface.

“You taste divine,” he groans.

My eyes widen. My mind is screaming for me to push him away, but the way his tongue curls in the nap of my neck keeps me rooted in his arms.

“Are you tasting my blood?” I can’t help but rasp against him.

“Mhmm,” he moans.

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The warmth from his hands runs down my back, and he wraps my legs around his waist. The cool rocks against my back, and the warmth of his skin against my chest is driving me insane.

“Theo,” I breathe out. “I…”

He pulls away from me and smiles with the remnants of my blood staining his teeth. “What’s wrong, Little Cricket?”

I squirm in his arms, desperate to create some much–needed friction between his legs. His hands wrap under my bottom, and his fingers graze against my

core.

I should deny his touch, knowing he is only here to play with me, but my body is a traitorous bitch. “We should stop,” I manage to squeak out, but Theo isn’t listening.

Theo’s other hand slides up my body to my jaw, tilting my chin up. His thumb traces along the line of my throat, where my pulse beats far too fast. “You can’t lie to me, Charlotte,” he murmurs. “Your heart betrays you every time I touch you. You want this as much as I do.”

I lean into his touch, tilting my head back further. I need to feel more, and Theo’s teasing is making me weak.

“Stop playing games,” I whisper, though it comes out weak, almost pleading.

His eyes burn brighter, that ember–red gaze fixated on my mouth. “Who says I’m playing?”

Before I can answer, he closes the distance, his lips brushing mine. Too light, a ghost of a kiss meant to taunt. He pulls back a fraction, forcing me to chase that sliver of heat or be left wanting.

“You taste of magic,” he says, voice low, rough. “Wild and untamed.”

When I don’t move, he claims me again, harder this time. His mouth is demanding, stealing the air from my lungs, dragging me into the storm of him. My fingers curl around his neck, tangling in the hair at the back of his neck. I pull him closer until there is no space left between us, until the waterfall pounding around us is nothing but background noise.

Instantly, he plunges a finger between my folds. Desperate to cry out, I try to back away from the kiss, but Theo holds my lip with his teeth. His finger teases. First, giving too much and then not enough. He pulls me to the brink of insanity before backing off and leaving me wanting.

Theo growls against my lips, the sound more beast than man, and his hand skims down my side, lingering at the curve of my waist before slipping between us and cupping the swell of my breasts. Fire follows in his wake, chasing away the chill of the water.

The ache between my legs grows painful, and I beg for release. Not taking his lips off mine, Theo adds a second finger, and my walls quiver.

“Let go, Little Cricket,” he breathes.

The wave of pleasure is almost too much for me to bear and is unlike anything I have felt before. Theo is the only thing keeping me from drowning in both the water and his power. When it is over, I rest my head against his chest as he sets me

back down.

“You’re dangerous,” I breathe when he finally lets me go, though I hate how much I want him to keep going.

Theo presses his forehead to mine, his breath ragged, his smirk sharp enough to cut. “So are you, Little Cricket. That’s why we can never complete this bond.”