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“And what’s that?”

“My education,” I explain. “I would love to study.”

“Of course,” he smiles. “I will support that anytime. What do you want to study?”

“I would like to study medicine,” I admit. “I think I could really benefit from it.”

He nods. “That’s a fantastic idea. You can further your current skills training at the Council too.”

I beam at him. “Really?”

“Yes, the Council is used to protecting and training wolves with special gifts. They would be jumping over the moon to help you,” he smiles slightly. “Imagine there being not one Elden to train you, but a whole bunch of them.”

I can’t believe my luck. “This sounds fantastic.” My mind trails off on its own. The prospect of traveling with Eric, studying medicine, and training and learning more about my gift… makes me feel so motivated and excited all of a sudden. I will miss my parents and friends like crazy, but I can always come and visit them, and my parents can come to me whenever they want.

Eric takes a call from Beta Emilien as I contemplate my future. He’s taking notes while they talk. My gaze wanders to the window, watching the heavy thunderstorm continuing outside. I feel so cozy and warm in here. I feel my attention being drawn back to Eric as he ends the call with Emilien. I just can’t get over how a few weeks ago, the mere thought of ever being touched by a man was scary to me, but with Eric, my body craves every part of him so much.

“Eric…” I start to say, then pause as Ailia retreats to the back of my mind to give me the privacy I need.

He looks up from his papers, gaping when I drop my bathrobe to the floor and stand in front of him naked.

I usually tend to overthink everything, but since meeting Eric, my body’s natural instincts have started to take over, and I’m finally ready to act on them. A year ago, I would have never been this bold, but after everything I’ve been through, I want to experience everything so much more intensely now.

Eric stands and comes to me, scooping me up in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, the rough texture of his clothes against my naked body turning me on more. When he sits me down on the bed, my fingers find their way to his belt and undo the buckle. His eyes flash with what I assume is lust as I begin to unbutton his shirt. I slowly reach for the button on his pants, but Eric presses me down onto the mattress, eager to take control.

He doesn’t ask about my sexual history, and I don’t ask about his. He’s a royal lycan with alpha blood, and a Prince of the Council, yet my previous experience doesn’t seem to matter to him. My heart swells with the knowledge that he would have accepted me with previous boyfriends just as he would accept me with none.

Eric’s fingers glide over my exposed skin. “Goddess, Valerie, you’re so beautiful.” I close my eyes, and he kisses my lips, my cheek, my eyelids, before moving downwards. The stubble of his three-day beard scratches my skin, and it’s the best feeling ever. His fingers eagerly tease and squeeze one of my nipples while his lips suckle the other.

He leaves a trail of kisses down my belly until reaching my private parts. Taking one of my legs, he gently lifts it and kisses along the inner part of my thigh. His ministrations make me writhe on the sheets, battling the need to spread my legs for him. I try to stifle my moans.

“You’re still too tense,” Eric teases. “It means you’re not aroused enough. Let’s fix that.” He whispers. “Open up for me, I would like to taste you.”

His husky voice makes my core pulsate in anticipation. I spread my legs for him, and he places them on his shoulders before his head disappears between my thighs. I can feel his lips and tongue against my clit, licking and kissing me gently at first, before he adds more pressure with his tongue. I’m shocked at how sensitive I am, the sparks from the mate bond intensifying the feeling. I feel one of Eric’s fingers entering me, making me arch my back. “Eric,” I moan. “This feels so good.”

I can feel his mouth widen in a grin against my skin before he doubles his effort, pleasuring me with his tongue and finger. I give in to the intense sparks of pleasure, closing my eyes and relishing in the feeling. When his finger suddenly hits a certain spot inside me, I gasp, pushing back against his fingers for more friction. “Eric,” I breathe out, my fingers wandering downward to brush through his hair. “More,” I beg. “I want to feel you inside me.”

“Whatever my princess wants,” Eric smirks.

He removes his boxers in record time, not giving me a chance to take in his whole form. Part of me wants to touch his proud erection, the other part just wants to feel him inside me. He’s hovering above me, my legs back on his shoulders again. I should feel exposed by the way he has me spread open, but I just don’t care. I want to feel his thick cock deep inside me. I grab him by his hair and pull him downwards into a kiss.

“You’re so hot, Val,” he growls, a hand moving under my back, holding me in place, the other massaging my breast. “You have completely enchanted me. So beautiful, and sweet, and hot, and smart.”

I feel his erection poking at my entrance, entering me slowly and steadily. I arch my back, gasping for air. It doesn’t hurt as bad as I’d thought it would, there was just a short moment of discomfort, but it’s gone fast.

“You too,” I gasp. “You’re hot, beautiful, and smart.” Maybe I should tell him dirty things, and comment on how great his dick feels inside me. But for now, all I can tell him is how I feel. He seems to like it though, because he picks up his pace, his hips snapping forward with more fervor. I wrap my arms around his chest, trying to feel as much of his skin against mine as possible.

I love how I can feel him inside me and all around me. “More,” I beg. “Eric, please more!”

“Fuck,” Eric pants. “Val.”

He fucks me relentlessly now, hitting that sweet spot over and over again, until I’m starting to see stars. “Mark me!” I choke out. I know I can’t mark him yet, because I can’t shift, but I still want to carry his mark! I want us to be connected by that unbreakable bond.

He doesn’t need any more invitations. The instant I said it, I feel his elongated teeth against the tender nape of my neck, grazing the marking spot first before biting down on my neck. For a moment, it feels like the world freezes around me. The noise of the rain thudding against the windows and even Eric’s carnal moans disappear in this blissful moment. Instead, I feel sparks going through my body and the bond snapping fully into place, connecting me to Eric and his emotions. I feel it all suddenly, his lust, his want, and his love for me. The sensation makes me nearly pass out from the bliss. It’s like I’ve lost control of my own body. As I cling to Eric’s arms, my body arches, and I feel my orgasm tear through my body, making me scream out his name.

The Thunderstorm II

*CELINE*