BOUND: Mates at War | 18+

30 Who Am I?

Before I can say anything to him he's walking into the cave. I stand alone by the fire, I don't know if I should try to comfort him, or even how to.

With uneasy steps I make my way to the cave. I don't know if he wants me there but he's obviously upset about something.

Peering into the cave I can see him, sitting on the floor with his head on his knees, I can't see his face but I don't miss the subtle shaking, the tremor running through him. He's crying.

I step forward, "Roman?"

He lifts his hand, stopping me. His tortured face crushing me as he tries to compose himself, to stop the tears that roll continuously.

A deep sob sounds through the cave before he shifts.

His wolf makes a sad whining sound that pulls at my heart. I rush to him, bringing my arms around his neck.

We sit for several minutes as I slowly run my fingers over the coarse fur on his chest. Occasionally, a quiet whimper echoes through the silence.

I can feel his sorrow, it's stifling.

"Please, shift," I whisper against his face. He whines, I know he doesn't want to.
"Roman, please, talk to me."

He stands and walks toward his backpack, shifting effortlessly. He pulls shorts on and stares outside, a distant look on his face.

"Who am I, Solana? I've given my life to a cause that isn't real. In one second everything that I am has burnt to ash. I don't know my mother, I don't know who my father is... I... everything he said about me is right... I'm a vicious killer. I justified it, I was protecting my mom, my fathers legacy... none of it was real... I'm sorry, I'll never be able to express how sorry..."

He hangs his head, the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"You should run away from me. There is nothing that I can do, not in a thousand lifetimes, to make up for what I've done. Don't let the bond force you to stay, I'm damned and I deserve it, there is no salvation for me."

"I don't believe that, no one is damned until the end. I meant what I said, you could have allowed the guilt and shame of the truth to sway you, you could have covered it up but you didn't."

I grab his face in my hands but he won't make eye contact.
I'm desperate, I need him to understand.

Pressing my lips to his, I hope he will be able to feel what I'm failing to say with words. For a moment he doesn't return the gesture. I'm afraid that I'm losing him to his guilt.

"Roman, please," I beg against his mouth.

When he moves against my mouth it's so soft at first I'm sure I'm imagining it. Finally, his hand threads through my hair and I moan, filled with relief.

The tenderness of this is different from any kiss we've shared before. Our mouths move gently, lapping at each other, savoring the feeling of our bodies pressed together.

I feel him everywhere, a fiery need consuming me, burning from the inside out. I want to be closer physically to match the emotional closeness I feel.

I run my tongue over his bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. He's resisting, holding back because he doesn't believe he deserves it.

I bring my hands up, letting my fingertips wander over his chest and neck. Finally, the undeniable buzzing of our touch gets to him.Slowly the kiss starts to change, the intensity builds and the softness fades away.

I want more, I need it.

I press myself against him, the heat from his body traveling through me. He's still holding back, I can feel it. If he won't take this further, I will.

"Roman, touch me," I beg, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, biting down slightly. He groans and lifts me, holding me in his strong arms. It's still not enough, I want to be closer.

I reach down between us and pull the hem of my shirt up, breaking the kiss long enough to take it off.

His eyes flicker, staring down at me with a hunger that I feel.

The bare skin of our chests ignites a deeper frenzy. The desire is weakening his resolve, I can feel it in his kiss and in the stiffness growing against my stomach.

A strangled sound chokes my throat.

"I want you."

He meets my gaze, I can feel him looking for doubts, searching my soul.

"Have me then," he finally pants, meeting my mouth again as he clumsily brings us down to the floor, my hips seated directly above his.

He's giving me control.

I'm hot, desperate, the feeling of his large body beneath me makes me feel powerful. I reach down and pull at the button on his pants. He pulls them down his thighs, leaving himself naked below me.

I run my fingers down the length of his shaft, watching him grow even longer under my touch. Wetness pools between my legs, eagerly waiting for the burning stretch that I'm aching for.

I rip at my pants, quickly standing to pull them off before I settle over him again. The feeling of him between my legs, pressing against my clit is intoxicating. I push myself down over him, letting him rub against me, letting my slick arousal coat him.

He groans and brings his hand up, pushing it through his hair. His eyes are pinched closed and his lips are parted. I grind down again, watching the pleasure on his face.

I pull him into my hand, angling his swollen tip against my entrance so that I can slide down over him. Dropping my hips, I take him all the way to the hilt in one quick motion.

The sound that comes from his throat makes me desperate to hear it again. I rock, up and down, moaning shamelessly at the feeling of his cock buried inside of me.

"Fuck," he tips his head back and growls, reaching forward to grip my hips, "kiss me."

I press my chest to his and let him take my mouth as I slide up and down quickly. He runs his hands over every inch of my skin, rubbing and squeezing me as I ride him.

Our kiss is sloppy, full of need and passion but no coordination. His canines scrape against my lips making my pulse spike.

"Roman, mark me," the words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them.

His wild eyes meet mine and I feel him, he's harder, thicker, longer inside of me.

"Solana..." his voice is delirious.

"I'm sure," I sob between moans.

His fingers run through my hair, pulling it over to one shoulder before he runs his tongue over my neck.

He runs his hands down my back, stopping over my ass, roughly holding me in both of his large hands, kneading my skin roughly.

"Slow down, little mate," he whispers, using his grip on me to slow my movements, pressing me down on him.

His teeth run over my skin making my body tremble.

His sharp teeth pierce my skin, claiming me as his. A violent wave of pleasure knocks me off kilter, the world spinning and shaking me. I feel like I'm drowning, I can't breathe or feel anything other than him. His teeth are planted in my neck and his cock is buried in my stomach.

Strings of incoherent words fall from my lips, his name mixed with moans and gasping breaths.

I can feel him so acutely, my muscles squeezing around him, each forceful jerk as he empties himself. He pulls out of my neck, falling back onto the ground.

Aftershocks from my orgasm shake my core, squeezing me around his cock.

When the tension in my body releases enough for me to move I collapse onto his chest. His heart beats wildly, thumping against my ear. Each beat in perfect synchronization with mine, two hearts beating as one.

I feel ineffable bliss, an almost painful, suffocating pleasure moving through my veins like venom. The lines are blurred between us, where I end and he begins, there is no way to separate us. We're intertwined now, deeply, intricately, sewn together by the very fabric of our being, not just physically but the intangible, the spiritual.

"Thank you," his voice rings in my head, clear as a bell.

I barely have the strength to turn my head to look at him.
"What was that?"

"It's a mindlink. I wasn't sure if it would work," I can hear the smile in his heavy voice.

"I like it," I hum, exhaustion taking over, my eyes fluttering closed.

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