Chapter 4 - Sophie

Evie placed her hands on either side of my head, trapping me against the door. My heart fluttered, filled with anticipation. Her gaze dropped to my lips, the questions swirling in her mind. Before she could speak, I gripped her sweater and pulled her closer, our torsos bumping together. A soft gasp escaped her, and our restraint snapped.

We kissed hungrily, with a fervor that bordered on desperation. All the pent-up longing, the nights I’d lain awake in France, imagining my mate and our first night together, now guided every motion. The taste of her lips intoxicated me, and I sighed against her mouth, letting her slip her arms around my waist. A strangled moan escaped my throat when her fingers skated under my sweater, brushing the warm skin beneath.

Between kisses, we shed more layers. First, my sweater, then hers, tossed onto the floor. A flush heated my skin when I realized I was standing here in my bra and pants. Under normal circumstances, I might have felt self-conscious, but Evie’s gaze banished every shred of doubt.

Her eyes glowed with admiration and hunger. She pressed another heated kiss to my mouth before trailing her lips along my jaw. She nipped at my earlobe, and I squirmed, accidentally bumping the door with a soft thud. She let out a breathless laugh, the sound sending shivers through me.

“Maybe… bed?” she suggested, voice thick.

I nodded, unable to form words, as we entered Evie’s small bedroom. The lamp’s soft glow illuminated a snug bed and twinkling lights, stirring excitement and nerves in my stomach. I knew this night would redefine our relationship.

Sensing my hesitation, Evie squeezed my hand. “It’s just us,” she whispered. “We can go as slow as we want.”

My heart swelled at her tenderness. “I don’t want to slow down,” I admitted, heat pooling in my belly. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Her cheeks reddened as she guided me to the bed. I sank, watching her kneel beside me. Her eyes were full of devotion as she brushed my hair back. My wolf howled in delight, urging me to close the distance.

Evie was my junior, and I wasn’t sure how much experience she had. She was about to turn sixteen when I left. I knew she was a lesbian and admired her boldness, unlike my secretive nature. I’ve been with women outside of my pack, fearing the risk of my family discovering my sexuality. As their only child, my parents expected me to mate a male and continue our bloodline.

All worries about my family’s reaction to me being mated to a female faded with Evie’s kisses and caresses. In a flurry of kisses, we peeled away jeans, underthings, and every remaining barrier until we were skin to skin, heart to heart. The contact flooded me with warmth and security like I had finally come home. The bed dipped beneath us, springs creaking in mild protest.

We moved in a delicious cycle of discovery, our bodies responding with a fervor that bordered on reverence. There was no rush, only a deepening dance of affection guided by the unspoken knowledge that we were mates. As amazing as it felt to explore Evie’s body and be explored by her, it drove me crazy with the need for more than teasing.

At one point, we shifted so that Evie hovered above me. I watched her, enthralled by the flushed pink of her cheeks, her slightly parted lips, the luminous tenderness in her gaze. I licked my lips, loving how the weight of her body on mine felt, how it felt for her breasts to press into mine, and while the contact was unintentional, it sent shock waves of desire to my pussy eager for her touch.

We breathed each other in momentarily, foreheads touching, our bodies molding with effortless harmony. A soft moan escaped my lips as Evie kissed down my body, and her mouth found my aching breast. My body arched into her touch, my hands digging into her hair as I moaned her name. I felt her smile against my breast, then flicked my hard nipple with her tongue, making me gasp in pleasure.

She hummed against my sensitive skin as she moved to give my other breast the same blissful torture. Just as I was about to plead for her for more, her lips moved lower, kissing a trail down my belly. My legs parted further in anticipation of what would come next. It’s like this woman enjoys tormenting me. Her mouth kissed and nipped at my inner thighs, her fingers rubbing along the edges of my entrance yet never touching where I wanted and so desperately needed her to.

Once again, as my patience was on the verge of breaking, Evie gave me what I needed. Her delicate fingers slipped into my core with their well-honed dexterity from years of playing cello and guitar. I knew she was talented with her music, but I hadn’t realized or considered how that talent would reflect and impact how well she could play my body.

Every twirl, flick, and trust of her fingers had me moaning in different keys. I could only hope the walls in her apartment were thick. If not, I hope her neighbors enjoy the symphony of my moans. When her mouth and tongue joined her fingers, I hit notes only dogs could hear. As I shook with my orgasm, I couldn’t even think of the name, let alone the face of the last person I slept with.

The hush in the room grew charged. I’ve had my pleasure at Evie’s hands, and it was time to turn the tables. My wolf was all about this plan as Evie moved back up my body. As Evie shyly met my eyes, I pulled her into a kiss, distracting her before I flipped us to have my turn to taste and explore her body. Soon, her moans created a beautiful symphony in the room, weaving a tapestry of sound I wanted to make as an infinite loop playlist.

After I gave Evie the same satisfying pleasure she’d given me, I kissed up her body and moved to lay beside her. We melted into each other, time losing meaning. My wolf felt satiated yet riled, entirely enthralled by the closeness of her mate. My entire being hummed with the knowledge that this was meant to complete something that had long been missing.

Then, in a sudden rush, I felt a quiver in Evie’s frame. Her breath hitched, and she pulled back slightly, eyes wide with wonder. “Sophie,” she rasped, voice gone husky. “My teeth—I feel them… shifting.” Her hand flew to her mouth as though trying to contain the visibly elongating canines.

My pulse raced, and I recognized the sign. As all werewolves do, our primal instincts urged us to mark one another and forge our unbreakable bond. My heartbeat pounded with anticipation and a hint of fear. This was more than a vow; biting and marking meant sharing power and creating a lasting connection.

Evie’s eyes flashed gold, and a low growl vibrated in her throat, thick with need. I nodded, offering her reassurance, and tilted my head, baring the hollow of my neck. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “Do it.”

She bent over me with reverence, lips skimming the column of my throat, her warm breath sending shivers along my skin. Then her canines sank in—firm but not cruel—and a quick stab of pain morphed into a heady wave of pleasure. I gasped, my fingers clutching at her shoulders. A brilliant surge of energy roared through me, lighting up every nerve like a spark racing across a fuse. Our mate bond was half completed, pouring into the open channel.

I felt Evie’s presence in my mind—a swirl of emotions and love so strong it made me tremble. My wolf howled in triumph, delight, and utter acceptance. I sensed Evie’s wolf, Noria, echoing that joy. The bite pulsed a fierce brand of devotion. My blood thrummed with new vitality as though I were suddenly more alive.

When Evie lifted her mouth, a thin trail of blood glistened at her lips. The ancient werewolf magic recognized our bond, and I was eager to see my mark on her. We locked eyes, panting as sparks lingered. Her skin glowed with a sheen of sweat, and the tremble in her arms revealed her feelings. I gently rolled us, guiding her onto her back, her hair fanned out like a halo.

I kissed her lips, then traced the curve of her neck. My breath caught; everything in me yearned to mark her as she had marked me.

‘Yes, now,’ Jacinthe growled.

Evie turned her head slightly, granting me access to that vulnerable spot. I exhaled, then bit down. Her cry mingled with my groan of ecstasy. The taste of her blood, laced with the power of the bond, ignited every cell. Another torrent of shared sensation swept us up, sharper than before, like an unstoppable wave crashing over us. I felt her soul twining with mine, the intangible connection glowing as bright as the sun behind my eyelids. Emotions, thoughts, and love merged in a heady swirl that pushed us to the brink.

As Evie sank her teeth into my neck again, we tumbled over that edge together, tension snapping and giving way to sweet relief. I clung to her, moaning her name, barely aware of the tears on my cheeks. A brilliant aura of warmth and belonging enveloped us, and for a few glorious heartbeats, the world turned weightless. Our hearts pounded in unison, our bodies arched in shared release, and our souls, at last, were one.

Time blurred. I heard my breath coming in a sharp burst and felt Evie’s chest heave beneath me. Slowly, the world came into focus again. She exhaled a shaky laugh, trailing her fingers through my hair as I collapsed at her side. The wounds on our necks stung faintly but were already healing. My entire being hummed with a sense of completeness so profound that I couldn’t speak at first.

When I finally managed to lift my head, she looked at me with tears shining in her eyes. I brushed them away, my thumb lingering on the softness of her cheek.

“You okay?” I whispered, still breathless.

She nodded, voice trembling with awe. “I feel incredible. I feel you inside me—like I can sense your heart beating with mine.”

Her words sparked my awareness, and I felt her comforting presence in my mind. The leftover electricity from our bond made my skin tingle as I kissed her forehead and curled against her. Wrapped in warm blankets that smelled of Evie’s perfume, we exchanged soft kisses and laughter, celebrating our connection as mates. My wolf was calm, content with her loving aura. Propped on one elbow, I brushed my knuckles across her jaw, and her soft gaze made my heart squeeze.

“I love you,” she whispered, eyes lingering on the mark on my neck. “I dreamed of finding my mate but never imagined it would be you.”

My chest tightened at her words. “I love you, too. I traveled far, thinking I’d be alone, never believing the Moon Goddess chose you for me.”

“Seems we were both in for a surprise,” she smiled through her tears.

I nodded, letting out a gentle laugh. We inched closer, bodies still warm and tingling from the aftershocks of our shared climax. We wrapped our arms around each other in a protective embrace, hands wandering in lazy strokes over shoulders and arms, reacquainting ourselves with the shapes we’d explored in fervent detail.

The bond thrummed quietly in my mind, a steadying presence. We had marked each other, sealing the loop of our souls, and it felt right in the comforting hush of the bedroom. I inhaled deeply, resting my lips on the curve of Evie’s shoulder as she nestled against me.

In contented silence, we exchanged whispers and feather-light kisses. I sensed the flicker of Evie’s thoughts, a thrilling reminder of our unique connection. Minutes slipped away, and I fought to keep my eyes open, savoring every moment.

Evie kissed my temple and said, “We’ll have to figure out what comes next.”

I nodded, “But not tonight.”

She tightened her embrace, and I felt relief wash over me. The lamp’s soft glow painted us in gold, and I knew I’d be content if time stood still. Before surrendering to sleep, Evie whispered, “I love you.” I echoed her words, and we sank into the comforting darkness, hearts and souls intertwined.