Ava
The warm, humid air of our suite in Hawaii wrapped around me like a lover's embrace as I stood by the open balcony doors, staring out at the endless ocean. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the waves that rolled gently onto the shore.
My heart raced, not just from the beauty of the scene but from the knowledge that Caleb and I had just discovered we were fated mates. The thought pulsed through me, and I felt a stirring deep inside—my hyena, awake and alert, whispering a single word that echoed in my mind with fierce certainty:
Mate.
I turned to meet Caleb's gaze. His eyes were storm clouds, dark and intense, yet there was something tender in them too. Something that made my breath catch. I reached up to trace the stubble on his jawline, feeling the roughness against my fingertips, the undeniable pull between us growing stronger with every passing second.
"Caleb," I murmured, my voice barely audible over the sound of the waves crashing below. He captured my hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to my palm before pulling me closer. Our bodies aligned perfectly, his hardness pressing against my softness. I could feel the heat radiating off him, a primal energy that seemed to thrum through my veins. My nipples hardened against the fabric of my dress, and I let out a small gasp.
"You're trembling," he said, his voice a low growl.
"I'm just a bit nervous" I breathed, my voice trembling with a mix of nerves and desire.
"Shh, less thinking will help" he whispered, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the inside of my thigh.
"Just let yourself feel."
I closed my eyes, letting go of the last remnants of my hesitation. Caleb's touch was electrifying, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my veins. I whimpered softly as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of my dress, his calloused hand skimming over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
"Such beautiful skin," He murmured, his voice thick with admiration. "So soft..."
I shuddered, my breath catching in my throat as his fingers brushed against the delicate lace of my panties. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, my body aching for more of his touch.
"Please," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "Touch me..."
Caleb's eyes darkened with lust as he looked at me, his hand stilling for a moment before finally dipping beneath the fabric. His fingers danced across my folds, finding me wet and ready for him. I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily as he stroked me, teasing me with slow, deliberate movements.
"You're so wet for me," Caleb growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Does that feel good, Ava?"
"Yes," I panted, my head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over me. "So good..." Caleb continued his ministrations, his fingers working in tandem with his thumb to rub small, tight circles over my clit. I moaned, my body arching towards his hand as the sensations built within me. I could feel the pressure mounting, my orgasm tantalizingly close.
"Come for me, Ava," Caleb urged, his voice low and commanding. "Let go."
With a cry that echoed through the night, I shattered, my body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. Caleb held me steady, his fingers never faltering as he brought me to the brink and beyond. When the tremors finally subsided, I collapsed against him, breathing heavily and trying to catch my breath.
Caleb didn't give her much time to recover. He cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"That was just the beginning," he said, his voice gruff with need. "I can't fight this anymore."
Before I could respond, Caleb's mouth crashed down on mine, his kiss hot and possessive. He devoured me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as his hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch of me with hungry fervor. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. Caleb pulled away, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Tell me, Ava," he demanded, his voice rough with urgency. "Are you ready?" I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew what he was asking, and despite my nervousness, I couldn't deny the burning need simmering between us.
"Yes," I whispered, my voice shaking. "I'm ready. I don't want to fight it anymore either."
Caleb's lips curled into a smile as he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of his muscular form, the moonlight casting shadows over his chiseled abs and broad chest. He was magnificent, powerful, and completely mine.
Caleb knelt before me, his hands skimming down my thighs as he positioned himself between my legs. I bit my lip, my heart hammering in my chest as I watched him inch closer. I could feel the rigid outline of his erection pressing against my thigh, a stark reminder of the man's need for me.
"Relax, Ava," Caleb whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "I promise this won't hurt."
I closed my eyes, my body tensing as I braced for the inevitable. But instead of plunging inside me, Caleb's tongue flicked out, trailing a hot line up the inside of my thigh. I gasped, my eyes flying open as a jolt of pleasure shot through me.
"What are you—" I started to ask, but Caleb silenced me with another swipe of his tongue, this time directly over my throbbing sex.
"Hush," he commanded, his voice laced with authority. "Just feel."
I whimpered, my hands clenching into fists as Caleb's tongue explored my most intimate flesh. He was relentless, his strokes precise and thorough, each flick of his tongue eliciting a fresh wave of sensation. My legs trembled, my body quivering with need as Caleb continued his assault on my senses.
"Caleb," I cried, my voice breaking with desperation. "Please..."
But Caleb was unrelenting, his focus solely on bringing me to the brink once more. His fingers joined in the fray, probing me folds while his tongue zeroed in on my clit, circling and sucking with expert precision. My walls clenched, my body straining for release as the intensity built higher and higher.
"Almost there," Caleb murmured against my slick folds, his voice vibrating against my most sensitive spot. "Just a little further..."
I couldn't hold back any longer. With a strangled cry, I exploded into another climax, my body bucking wildly as Caleb continued his merciless attention. I rode the waves of my orgasm, my vision blurring with pleasure as Caleb drank in my essence with avid fascination. When the spasms finally subsided, I slumped back, drained and spent. Caleb lifted his head, his expression one of primal satisfaction.
"Now," he rasped, rising to his feet and positioning himself at my entrance. "It's my turn."
I gazed up at him, my entire body thrumming with residual pleasure. I nodded, my voice too weak to form words.
Caleb pressed forward, his tip nudging against my tight opening. I tensed, my breath hitching as I prepared for the intrusion.
"Relax as best you can, it will help." Caleb repeated, his voice soothing. "I'll be gentle. I promise, okay?"
With that last orgasm it was very easy to relax, honestly I was convinced he melted my bones I was so relaxed. Caleb slowly pushed forward. I bit back a cry as I felt the pressure and stretch as he moved, the initial sting giving way to a strange mix of pain and pleasure. Caleb paused, giving my body time to adjust to his size.
"You okay?" he asked, concern threading through his voice. I managed a nod, my eyes squeezed tightly shut.
"Yes.....just slowly."
Caleb waited patiently, his hands resting on my hips as he gave me the time I needed. When he sensed I was ready, he began to move again, his thrusts slow and deliberate as he sank deeper inside me.
My breath hitched as I felt him fill me completely, the sensation foreign yet strangely comforting. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he began to move, his rhythm steady and sure.
"There you go," Caleb murmured, his voice thick with approval. "That's it, baby. Just like that."
I groaned, my nails digging into his back as he set a leisurely pace, taking his time to explore my depths. Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure radiating through my body, my walls clenching around his shaft as I adjusted to the overwhelming sensations.
"Caleb," I gasped, my voice filled with wonder. "Oh God, Caleb... this feels....sooo...goood." He grinned down at me, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
"My mate," he whispered, leaning down to claim my lips in a searing kiss. "Mine."
I melted into his embrace, my body betraying me with its eagerness. I could feel the heat building inside me, my climax hovering just out of reach. But Caleb was patient, his thrusts deepening as he guided me toward the edge.
"Come on, Ava," he urged, his voice ragged with need. "Let me feel you come again."
My breath came in short, desperate gasps as I teetered on the brink. I could feel my orgasm looming, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until—
"Caleb!" I screamed, my body convulsing as I shattered into yet another climax. My walls tightened around him, milking him for all he was worth as the pleasure tore through me.
Caleb roared, his own release crashing over him as he spilled inside me, his seed marking me as truly his. We lay entwined, our bodies heaving with effort, as the world around us faded into oblivion.
My breath hitched as Caleb's lips trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just above my collarbone. I could feel the warmth of his breath mingling with the cool night air, creating a heady mix that made me dizzy with anticipation. His hands, strong and sure, held me in place, their grip firm but gentle, as if he was afraid I might vanish if he let go.
"Caleb," I whispered, my voice trembling with a blend of fear and desire. "Are you sure about this?"
He lifted his head to meet my gaze, his eyes glowing with an intensity that made my heart race.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he murmured, his tone brooking no argument. "You are my mate, Ava. And I will mark you as such."
I swallowed hard, my throat dry despite the wine we had shared earlier. The thought of being marked by him, of binding our fates together in such an intimate way, sent a thrill of excitement through me. But there was also a flicker of hesitation, a lingering doubt that I couldn't quite shake.
"Hold still," he commanded softly, his voice a comforting murmur in the otherwise silent night.
I closed my eyes, my body trembling as I felt his teeth press harder against my skin. The sensation was both sharp and thrilling, a perfect balance of pain and pleasure that made me arch my back instinctively. I could hear the sound of his breathing, heavy and uneven, matching the rhythm of my own erratic heartbeat.
Then, without warning, he bit down, sinking his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder. I gasped, my entire body tensing as the heat of his bite spread through me like wildfire. It wasn't exactly painful—more like a deep, insistent pressure that resonated throughout my entire being.
I could feel the imprint of his teeth, the burn of his saliva as it mingled with my blood, marking me as his own.
When he finally released me, I could feel the twin wounds throbbing gently, a reminder of his claim over me. My vision blurred for a moment, the world around me spinning slightly as the intensity of the experience overwhelmed my senses. I opened my eyes to find Caleb watching me intently, his expression one of pure possession.
With a slow, deliberate motion, I sank my teeth into his flesh, biting down with just enough force to break the skin. Caleb groaned, his body shuddering beneath mem as I claimed him in turn. The taste of his blood was potent, a heady rush that made my veins sing with exhilaration. I could feel the bond between us strengthening with each passing second, the two of us becoming inexorably intertwined.
When I finally pulled away, I licked the wound clean, sealing it with my saliva as a final act of claiming. Caleb's eyes glowed with a mixture of pride and need, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to regain control of his breathing.
"Now what?" I asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her body thrumming with the aftereffects of their shared bite.
"Now," he replied, his hands sliding down my sides to cup my hips, "we continue what we started."
Without waiting for a response, he pressed me back against the soft bed, his body following mine down with a grace that took my breath away.
Caleb settled between my legs, his weight supported on his elbows as he hovered over me. His eyes locked onto me, a silent question hanging in the air between them. I nodded, pulling him down to kiss me, my answer clear in the way my body responded to his proximity, my core pulsing with desire. Tonight was going to be very long.