Page 13 of Bound to Enemy (Wolf Billionaire #3)

CHAPTER 13

ALESSANDRA

T he day bled into the night. The reception was in full swing, and everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives. Music was playing in the background, and people were dancing and laughing while sharing drinks and food.

Elliot and the rest of the committee had done well to organize the event.

Daxton came up beside me and said nothing. We just stood side by side, watching everyone mix and mingle and have fun. He had been doing the rounds, talking to everyone and thanking them for coming. I, however, had found comfort in the shadows.

"Your beta did well to get this organized and ready in time," I broke the prolonged silence that had passed between us. This was the first official conversation we were having since the incident. I wasn't holding my breath for that apology, but it would have been nice.

He hummed his agreement. "You looked beautiful, but I already told you that."

My breath caught in my lungs. So he had said it. "Thank you."

Why did I feel so awkward and shy around him? If anything, I should have been raging with anger and discontent.

"I owe you an apology, Alessandra."

I turned to look up at him, almost not fully believing the words that had come out of his mouth. "For what?"

"For what I did to you that day by the pits." Regret swam in his eyes. "I never meant to let things escalate to that extent. I lost control of my wolf, and that was all my fault. I should have honored you and defended you to my pack members instead of scolding you the way that I did.

We are meant to be a team and function as one unit. You have my word that from this day onwards, I will stand by your side. I know that we don't necessarily like each other, but I feel we can find common ground in standing by each other as we lead our pack through this war."

'Our' - Blood Moon was as much mine as it was his. It felt so surreal to look at it from that perspective. My enemy had become my people.

"I'm sorry, Alessandra." The candor in his voice was clear. "I will do better by you from now on."

His words touched my heart, lifting my spirits ever so slightly. "I accept your apology."

The corners of his lips tilted upward into a gentle smile, which I returned.

I would have to say that that conversation was the most genuine and heartfelt conversation we had ever had. It felt like we had made a step toward some kind of friendship.

Elliot bounded toward us with a cheesy smile on his face. "Right, lovers, it is time."

"Time?"

"Consummation." Elliot spread his arms out wide in excitement before he laughed like a little school kid. "The elders tasked me with reminding you both of your need to fulfill your duty."

Elliot looked to the far right, and we followed his eye line and saw all five elders huddled together, trying to act like they weren't eyeing us. I hated them all. They made no secret of not liking me and staring at me like I was vermin beneath their feet.

"It is customary that the two of you head to your room and consummate your marriage." Elliot's eyebrows wagged up and down teasingly.

Daxton elbowed his beta in the ribs. "We don't have to complete the bond tonight, but we do need to make it look like we are going to. The elders want to feel secure in my legacy continuing, and that can only be done..."

He didn't need to explain more than he had already. I understood everything perfectly.

"Okay," I nodded in agreement. "But we just need to look like we are consummating the union, right? I can just head to my room after."

The two men looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Why not?" I didn't want to spend the night with Daxton, not because I thought he would try something, but because I was worried that I would. Ever since we joined our hands on that stage, my wolf had been pulling toward him every chance she got. She was acting like she was in heat, and I had been doing well to keep her hunger at bay, but I worried that being in a confined space with this man would only intensify the hunger.

"You two will be staying in the same room from this moment on."

"What?"

"You're married now, Luna. You two are expected to be in the same room. I know you may not look at Daxton as your full mate, but you must present yourselves as full mates to appease the elders and our people. Image matters."

I squeezed my eyes shut, praying to her great divine for self-control because, with the way that my wolf was going, I would need her strength and power.

I opened my eyes and looked to Elliot. "Okay, fine."

I looked over the happy space. I saw my three friends off in the corner downing their shots and having the time of their lives. I was even shocked to see my father talking to some Blood Moon members who seemed to have warmed up to him.

Though this ceremony had been a dark cloud looming over me for weeks, it had turned out to be a great success. There were still obvious fractures in this new normal I found myself in, but I was thankful that it had gone on without a hitch.

The elders stared at the three of us speaking as if waiting for us to make our exit. There was something to be said about old men urging me to hurry up and get knocked up by their alpha. It was not only annoying but insanely disturbing.

I walked over to my father and told him that I was heading to bed with Daxton. From the grimace on his face, he knew what I meant.

"Okay, Ale. I will see you in the morning." He pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head lovingly. I always felt safest in my father's arms, and to not have had access to them the last couple of weeks had been hard for me, but it had taught me to stand on my own two feet. When I pulled away, a flash of pride crossed his pupils, and my heart swelled. "You did well, my daughter."

"Thanks, Dad," I lifted my chin and straightened my spine. "You trained me well."

He shook his head and smiled nostalgically. "No, that strength and resilience I see within you is all your mother. It's something that was innately placed inside of you. She shines brighter and brighter within you every day."

"Dad..." The tears threatened to leave my eyes.

However, our little father-daughter moment was short-lived when Daxton walked up to us. He cleared his throat to make his presence known.

"Uh, Alessandra, we need to go."

I nodded and gave my father one last hug and a long-lasting look. He blew me a kiss as I walked after Daxton, who led the way to the mansion.

I was not oblivious to the eyes that followed us as we made our way to the house. They all knew that this was the part where we were going to consummate our marriage. I was completely and utterly mortified at this part of the proceedings. Why did it always have to be some kind of spectacle? People should just mind their own business and stay out of mine.

Even in my anger, it didn't stop my cheeks from heating with embarrassment.

I must have been walking too slowly for my husband because he reached back and grabbed my arm so we could pick up the pace.

"The faster we get inside, the less time we have these eyes on us." He looked over his shoulder at me.

I picked up my pace and allowed him to lead me into the house and then up the stairs and toward his room.

We walked into his dark room. I had never been inside his room before. In fact, I had come nowhere near this wing of the pack house. Daxton had put me and the rest of my aides on the east wing.

Daxton walked over to the armchair that faced the large floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the backyard of the large mansion. Since we were facing toward the east, the reception was not in full view. All that could be heard and seen

His room was larger than what I had anticipated it to be, almost twice the size of mine, but there was nothing personal about it. There were no pictures hung up on the walls and there was just the simple color scheme of black and white. A large king-sized bed was pressed up against the wall. The sheets looked expensive and black.

Though the room was dull and monotone, it still fit him very well.

He rolled up the sleeves to his elbows. My wolf purred at the sight of his naked forearm.

What was wrong with me? How was I lusting after a man's arms? Is this what it had truly come to? Had I been this deprived of a man's touch to this extent?

I wanted this man, it was to the extent now that I wanted to throw caution to the wind and just give in to my desires.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" His voice was thick and laden with lust.

"You know why." The temperature of the room increased and the heat I had felt on the stage returned, but this time it all pooled into my core. "You feel it too, don't you?"

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down heavily. "Alessandra."

It was a warning but unfortunately for him, I was throwing caution to the wind. I had always colored in the lines and abided by the safer rules and laws of life, but not today. For just one night I wanted to live, really, truly live. I had been robbed of my youth and defiance had always meant catastrophe for me.

I picked my skirt up and walked the small distance that separated us. I made sure to come to a halt just in front of him to give him some space.

"You feel it, Daxton. I know you do because I feel it too and this feeling is... it's..."

"...electric." He took the word right out of my mouth. "This is a terrible idea."

"Then let's make a bad decision."

"You will regret it in the morning."

"So be it."

The tension in the air thickened, sucking a good majority of the oxygen from the air.

"This is the mate bond talking. These aren't your real feelings."

I was silent. Not because I believed his words were true but because this desire and pull I felt toward him didn't manifest itself today.

If we were to be truly honest with ourselves, this tension had been potent from the moment I pressed my dagger up against his throat.

It had been there from the very start and we had denied it and fought against it. Now with our bonding, it only intensified what already existed.

I had made up my mind but it was time for him to make up his.

"Daxton," I had come to a resolution, I was ready for this. Maybe tomorrow morning I would regret my decision, but as for now, I knew what I wanted. "Kiss me."

"You don't know what you're asking for, Alessandra."

"I do," I lifted my hand and pressed it up against his chest. I could feel the rapid beating of his heart under my palm. I took comfort in knowing that he was just as nervous as I was. "Fuck me, Daxton."

Maybe that had been the magic words to get him to finally take me.

He let out a growl that tickled my throbbing lips and crashed his lips down onto mine. I moaned into his mouth and met him with just as much intensity and passion.

Unlike our first kiss, this one was violent, passionate, and untamed. Our tongues moved against each other trying to taste every inch. Our teeth clashed with each other as we battled for dominance.

My hands moved from his chest and made their way up his shoulders until they reached the nape of his neck. I threaded my fingers through his long strands loving the feeling of his silky hair in between my fingers. I tugged on his locks, earning me a smack on my ass that rippled up and down my spine.

He ripped his lips from mine, his eyes clouded with longing. "How attached are you to this dress?"

"Not very," I panted.

"Good." He grabbed my hips and turned me roughly so my back was to him. I was about to start asking what he was doing, but then I heard the ripping of fabric.

"Daxton!" I pressed the fabric against my chest to keep it from falling.

Daxton spun me around, a devilish grin on his lips. "Drop it, spitfire."

He pulled my hand, and the dress pooled at my legs, leaving me bare and naked in front of him. His eyes roamed the length of my naked body, leaving me feeling extremely exposed.

"Good girl." He crashed his lips back down onto mine, and we were kissing again.

I made light work of removing his clothes, stripping him down to nothing. His length was large, and it poked my leg with its eagerness.

My pussy throbbed from the thought of it inside of me.

Daxton lifted me into his arms and threw me onto the bed with ease. I lifted onto my elbows and watched as he placed himself between my legs. He moved his tip up and down my slickness, making me feel even hornier than I had before.

"All this for me?" He dipped his finger into my wetness, coating it, and then placed it into his mouth.

Oh my...

"This will not be gentle," He moved his cock up and down my wetness, teasing me.

"I never wanted it to be," I inched myself closer to him. My lips throbbed, wanting to feel him inside of me. "Fuck me like you hate me."

Something dark and dangerous flashed across his eyes.

No more holding back, this was it.

He plunged inside of me without warning.

"Fuck!"

"Shit!"

He was so big, I felt him everywhere. The pleasure was unexplainable. It felt like... ecstasy.

"You okay?" He kissed my cheek gently, then he pulled away so he could look into my eyes.

I nodded, my walls adjusted themselves to him so that he could fit. "Move."

He withdrew out of my tight pussy and then plunged right back into me hard, giving me exactly what I had asked for.

"Oh yes."

He pulled out of me and slammed back into me again so roughly that my head bobbed up and down to his movements. Daxton kneaded my breasts in his large palms, taking turns between sucking and nibbling on my nipples.

Pump after pump, I met him at every single one, feeling the pleasure tear right through me.

Our bodies dripped with sweat as we worked each other toward the edge of the cliff.

I had never felt more alive in my entire life. He made me feel... free like this.

I arched my back from the mattress, my pussy taking a beating from him like it had never felt the caress of a man.

To some extent, it was true. No man before him came close to making me feel the way he did.

"Daxton," I moaned into the room as the pleasure rippled through my entire body. "Oh yes."

Daxton's eyebrows pulled together as he tried to restrain himself from falling off the cliff edge.

"Fuck!" I screamed as his thrusts became more forceful and his pace quickened. "More!"

He did not disappoint me; he reached in between us and used his finger to practically throw me over the cliff edge.

"Daxton!"

The orgasm ripped through my entire body violently, my walls caving down onto him and taking him right along with me.

"Yes, baby!"

We rode our orgasms out, the thick cloud of desire and forbidden passion filled the space around us.

That had all been so unexpected and fast that my mind was yet to catch up to where we had gotten.

I stared into those seawater eyes of his in complete and utter disbelief. This man had just taken me on the ride of my life, and I had come undone in his arms shamelessly.

But the real kicker was that I wanted to do it again and again. This was what I had been afraid of; this was the moment that I feared.

I had one small dose of this man, and now I just couldn't get enough. I needed more.