Chapter 5

Roland's POV

Mira resisted the kiss at first, clutching my shirt's collar and trying to push me away. I could feel the sheer strength behind her grip; the suppressed energy. Mira was a powerful wolf in every way.

However, I felt as though releasing her lips would mean sudden death for me. In the space of a few hours, this woman felt as pivotal to my life as someone I'd known my entire life.

A whimper slipped from her lips, and I felt my wolf growl in satisfaction. Pulling her closer, I dug my fingers into her waist, pressing her against my torso. I could feel every curve and every arc that made her subliminally woman. She was beautiful in and out, and I felt myself reacting to her body against mine.

Finally, Mira let go of her restraints and collapsed against me, as supple and as boneless as ever. She surrendered herself to the pressure of my kiss, and I backed her up against the wall, pressing kisses against her lips, her neck, her face.

“Don't fight me, Mira,” I murmured. "Don't fight this bond."

I stopped kissing her and merely stood in front of her, close. So close all I had to do was lift my arms to touch her. 

Goddess, I loved her scent, a soft floral something. I had little to zero experience with flowers, but I guessed at honeysuckle. 

Sweet. 

The scent was a contradiction from her tough exterior, a detail that ripened my assessment of her to downright delicious.

“Or?” she prodded, refusing to back away. Goddess, this woman was bold. 

I kissed her, prodding her into a response. Mira started to resist again, her palms pressed against my chest, her spine stiff. But when my tongue dipped into her mouth and brushed hers, she whimpered. Her lips softened, her body warmed. She melted and gave me what I really wanted. 

Her surrender.

I scooted closer, my hand going to her thigh, the calluses of my fingers skimming her bare leg, goosebumps rising in their wake. I sensed her need as she inched closer to me, pressing her chest against mine. My hand glided around her backside and squeezed, hard.

Mira moaned into my mouth, then slid her hand under my shirt. The result was a jolt of desire deep in my groin.

My lips began to trail kisses down her neck, to her shoulder and even further down. My tongue flickered seductively against her delicate skin, my hand slowly riding up her thigh as my mouth followed. 

"Ah....!" She whimpered, and I felt the pressure of her fingers in my hair.

My teeth and my tongue alternated with delicate, sizzling manipulations, until I felt as though I couldn't hold back anymore. I kneeled before her, as she leaned against the wall, and pushed the dress up to reveal the crevice between her legs.

Slowly, I pulled her underwear down and licked, once. Heat pooled low in my stomach, and I could feel my groin clench with anticipation.

"Alpha.....Roland...." She whispered, and leaned forward, pushing her core into my mouth.

But I kept her waiting, a new pleasure unfolding. I slid my rock-hard body up hers again, hands caressing a path beneath her dress and over her rib cage. I kissed her. Seduced her.

Mira seemed to fade into a haze of desire that she didn’t want to ever leave. And in that haze, my hands skimmed over her breasts, feeling the fullness of those mounds of flesh.

My thumbs stroked her nipples, my tongue gliding along hers with hungry thrusts and deep, passionate demands. She wrapped her legs around me, anchoring herself to me, her strong calves digging into my back.

Mira arched her hips, wanted more of me, wanting me closer. Somehow, in the haze of desire that clouded us, I peeled her dress off her body. 

I tossed the dress aside, my hand sliding up her calf and thigh, and before she knew my intention, I lifted her leg over my shoulder and dipped down again. 

Suddenly, my tongue lapped at her clit, then closed down on it. Mira gasped as I drew her deep into my mouth, my tongue sliding along her sensitive flesh, two of my fingers entering her, stroking her. Mira’s hands dug into my back, her hips rocking against my mouth, my fingers.

“Roland,” she panted, and my groin pulsated with sheer need.

I found my way up again, then parted her legs to accommodate me. I used my free hand to squeeze her other breast. I wasn’t gentle, either —it was clear she didn’t want gentle by the way she desperately rocked against my hand. 

Mira wanted fast and hard. 

I wanted whatever pleased her—I wanted her to come, to milk my fingers the way she was going to milk my cock. Rocking into the caresses of my hand and fingers, moaning into my mouth. She clung to my shoulders until she shattered around me in an orgasm.

I stepped back and dislodged my trousers as fast as I could manage. Then I moved forward again, finding my way into her core.

As soon as I was in place, I brought the head of my cock to Mira's glistening feminine lips. Teased them both as I caressed her down there, then barely dipped my head inside her. My breath lodged in my chest at the feel of her, and all resolve to go slowly slipped away.

I thrust into her and she clung to me, tightening her arms around my neck. It quickly became clear that the wall was not going to allow him to get deep enough; I wanted deep, I wanted more, all of her. And she knew it, too.

I used my legs and my hips to thrust as hard as I could. Now her full breasts were pressed to my chest, her face buried in my neck. 

Still, I wanted more, needed more. I not only had to have this woman, I felt her, in a way I’d never felt another woman, on a level that went beyond the physical. 

And by the time her orgasm shuddered around me, stealing my breath and my release in the same second, I knew I hadn’t had my fill of Mira. Not anywhere near it.

I leaned forward, bringing my mouth to her ear. "You're mine, Mira." I growled. "All that you are and will ever be. You're mine forever."