Page 30 of Howl For A Kiss (Rebellious Mates #3)

TWENTY-SEVEN

ELENA

T he sacred Silvercrest mating clearing stretched before Elena like something from an ancient dream, bathed in silver moonlight that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy.

Tonight, the full moon hung heavy and luminous above the towering pines, its light cascading down through the branches to illuminate the ceremonial space where shifters had bound themselves to each other for centuries.

This is really happening, Elena thought, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood at the edge of the clearing.

The long-sleeved white dress Maya had gifted her flowed like liquid starlight around her curves.

She'd never owned anything so beautiful, so purely feminine, and it felt like silk armor emanating moonbeams and hope.

The roaring fire at the center of the clearing cast dancing shadows across the gathered witnesses, creating an intimate cathedral of light and warmth against the November cold.

Representatives from all four territories had come—rebels and traditionalists standing side by side for the first time in three centuries.

Elena's tactical mind cataloged the familiar faces.

Kieran and Maya were positioned near the fire's edge, Logan and Zoe were flanking them with protective intensity, and Lena stood near the stone altar.

But it was Damon who commanded every atom of her attention.

He stood waiting for her beside Elder Callum, his powerful frame encased in a perfectly tailored black suit that emphasized every magnificent inch of his warrior's physique.

The formal attire transformed him into something devastating—no longer the tactical rebel who'd fought beside her, but a protective and possessive male claiming his mate before witnesses who would carry word of this union across their entire shifter world.

My mate, Elena thought, the possessive satisfaction rolling through her like wildfire. My incredible, complex, handsome mate.

"Ready for this, big sister?" Fiona whispered beside her, squeezing Elena's hand with surprising strength. Her younger sister had insisted on escorting Elena, and seeing Fiona's genuine happiness after everything she'd endured made Elena's throat tight with emotion.

"More ready than I've ever been for anything," Elena replied softly.

Her father Martin stepped up on her other side, his weathered face soft with paternal pride. "Your mother would be so happy for you," he murmured, offering Elena his arm. "Sophie always said love finds people when they need it the most."

The three of them began their slow procession toward the fire, and Elena felt the weight of history settling around her shoulders.

This wasn't just a mating ceremony—it was a declaration of war against three centuries of separation, a living symbol that worlds could collide and create something beautiful rather than destructive.

Damon's eyes locked onto hers across the clearing, and through their connection, Elena felt his fierce love and unwavering determination pulse between them like electricity.

His stoic mask had completely fallen away, replaced by an expression of such raw possession and adoration that Elena's knees nearly buckled.

He's magnificent, she thought, drinking in the sight of him waiting for her with alpha male confidence that made her wolf howl with satisfaction.

Elder Callum raised his hands as Elena reached the fire's edge, his ancient voice carrying clearly through the hushed gathering. "We come together under the sacred moon to witness a union that bridges not just two hearts, but two worlds long divided."

Damon stepped forward and extended his hand, palm up, in the traditional gesture of claiming. Elena placed her fingers against his, and the contact sent electricity rushing through her body.

"Elena Walsh of the Tidewater lineage," Elder Callum continued, "do you come freely to bind yourself to this male?"

"I do," Elena replied, her voice ringing with conviction that echoed off the surrounding pines.

"Damon Gray of the Silvercrest lineage, do you come freely to claim this female as your eternal mate?"

"I do," Damon said, his deep voice rough with emotion that made Elena's heart skip.

Elder Callum smiled, the expression transforming his weathered features. "Then speak your vows before moon and fire, before tradition and change, and before all who witness this sacred binding."

Damon's hands framed Elena's face with reverent care, his thumbs brushing across her cheeks as he began to speak.

"Elena, you shattered every wall I'd built around my heart in just three days.

You showed me that duty without conscience is cowardice, that tradition without evolution is death.

" His voice dropped to an intimate rumble meant only for her.

"I vow to stand beside you as we build bridges between worlds that were meant to be united.

I promise to love your revolutionary heart, protect your hybrid nature, and fight for the future you envision until my last breath. "

Tears streamed down Elena's cheeks as she reached up to cover his hands with her own.

"Damon, you gave me something I never thought I deserved—a home in your arms, a partner who sees my strength instead of my scars.

" Her voice grew stronger, carrying to every witness gathered around them.

"I vow to honor the man you were while celebrating the warrior you've become.

I promise to build the world our children will inherit—one where love conquers law, where choice triumphs over control, and where tradition and change dance together instead of destroying each other. "

Elder Callum produced two rings from his ceremonial pouch—Damon's grandmother's simple gold band and Elena's grandfather's silver wolf signet.

"These rings carry the blessing of ancestors who understood that love transcends all boundaries," the elder intoned as Damon and Elena exchanged the precious circles.

As Damon slipped his grandmother's ring onto Elena's finger, she felt their bond deepen beyond the physical into something that touched her very soul.

Through their strong connection, she experienced his complete truth—fifteen years of questioning duty, the pain of losing Tara and his unborn child, and the passionate love that had driven him to abandon everything for her.

When Elena placed her grandfather's ring on Damon's hand, she opened her own heart completely, sharing her deepest fears about the prophecy, her overwhelming love for him, and her fierce determination to create the world they both dreamed of.

"By moon and fire, by tradition and choice, I pronounce you eternally mated," Elder Callum declared.

Damon's hands tangled in Elena's hair as he claimed her mouth in a kiss that tasted like promises and forever, and like rebellion and redemption intertwined.

The gathered witnesses erupted in cheers that shook the ancient pines, rebels and traditionalists celebrating together the proof that love could conquer even centuries of division.

As they broke apart, both breathless and glowing with happiness, Elena realized their mating had become exactly what she'd hoped—not submission to tradition or destruction of the old ways, but evolution into something entirely new and beautiful.

This is how we change the world, she thought with fierce satisfaction, her hand finding Damon's as they turned to face their witnesses. One heart at a time, one choice at a time, one love strong enough to bridge any divide.

The moment their bedroom door clicked shut behind them, Damon's hands were on Elena, his fingers tangling in her hair as he backed her against the wall with a possessive growl that vibrated through her entire body.

The scent of pine and musk and him flooded her senses, making her wolf stir with eager anticipation.

"Finally," Damon murmured against her lips, his voice rough with barely restrained hunger. "I've been waiting all night to get you alone."

Elena arched into him, her fingers already working at the buttons of his dress shirt. "Then why are we still dressed?"

His answering grin was pure male satisfaction as he spun her around, pressing her front against the wall while his hands slid down her sides to the zipper of her white dress. "Because I want to savor every second of undressing you."

The slow drag of the zipper down her spine sent shivers cascading over her skin, his lips following the path of exposed flesh with deliberate, worshipful attention. Every brush of his mouth was a promise, and every nip of his teeth a claim.

This isn't just sex, Elena realized as the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but the moonlight shining through the window. This is a homecoming.

Damon's hands roamed over her bare skin, mapping every curve, every scar, and every inch of her as if committing her to memory all over again. His touch was reverent, possessive, and knowing —no longer the desperate claiming of their first time, but something deeper and more intimate.

"You're so perfect," he growled, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of her collarbone before dipping lower.

Elena turned in his arms, capturing his face between her hands. "Your turn."

She made quick work of his tailored suit, peeling away layers until he stood before her, gloriously naked, his body a testament to strength and power. The moonlight gleamed across his skin, highlighting the ridges of muscle and the scars that told stories of battles fought and won.

Elena didn't hesitate. She pressed her lips to his chest, tracing the lines of his torso with her tongue, committing him to memory just as he had done to her. Damon's breath hitched, his hands fisting in her hair as she worked her way lower.

"Elena—" His voice was ragged and strained.

She smirked up at him. "Problem?"

His answering growl sent a thrill through her. "No."

With a sudden shift of power, Damon grabbed her waist and lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed before depositing her on the edge. His eyes darkened with primal intent as he nudged her knees apart, his fingers skimming up her inner thighs with agonizing slowness.

Elena's pulse spiked as his fingers found her, teasing, circling, and driving her to the edge before pulling back just enough to make her whimper.

"Damon—"

"Tell me you need more."

She arched against his touch, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I need more . "

A satisfied smirk curled his lips before he finally gave her what she craved. His fingers worked her with relentless precision, his mouth soon following, tasting and claiming her. Elena's vision blurred as pleasure coiled tight in her core, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Then, just as she teetered on the edge, he pulled away.

"Damon!"

His answering chuckle was dark with promise as he flipped her onto her hands and knees, his body pressing flush against her back. "You needed more," he murmured against her ear, his hands gripping her hips. "Now take it."

He entered her in one smooth thrust, deeper than she'd ever felt before, filling her completely. A moan escaped her as he began to move, slow and deliberate, each stroke designed to drive her wild.

"Faster," she demanded, pushing back against him.

He growled, his fingers tightening on her hips. "No."

The denial sent a fresh wave of heat through her. She loved this—loved his control, his dominance, and the way he could reduce her to a trembling mess with just the slow, relentless drag of his body against hers.

But then, just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he gave in. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. His hand slid around her waist, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot, and that was all it took.

Elena shattered, her body convulsing around him as pleasure ripped through her in waves. Damon followed moments later, his release spilling into her as he buried his face in her neck, his low growl vibrating against her skin.

Elena's body still thrummed with aftershocks as they collapsed onto the bed and she curled up against Damon's sweat-slicked chest, their breathing gradually synchronizing in the moonlit quiet of their bedroom.

His arms tightened around her with possessive satisfaction, one hand tracing along her spine.

This is what home feels like, Elena thought, pressing her lips to the strong column of his throat. The taste of salt and pure male satisfaction flooded her senses, making her wolf hum with joy.

"I love you," she whispered against his skin, the words carrying a lifetime of trust she'd never thought herself capable of giving.

Damon's grip tightened, his voice thick with emotion when he responded. "Say it again."

Elena pulled back just enough to meet his green eyes, now soft with wonder and fierce possession. "I love you, Damon Gray. Former Beta, current warrior, future everything I never knew I needed."

His answering smile transformed his entire face, banishing the last shadows of the stoic mask he'd worn for so long. "Future everything, huh?" His thumb traced the mark on her neck. "I like the sound of that."

"Good, because you're stuck with me now." Elena's fingers mapped the planes of his chest. "Through prophecies and revolutions and whatever chaos comes next."

"I'm more than ready. I've been waiting fifteen years for this," Damon growled, rolling them until she straddled his hips again, his hands spanning her waist with alpha male confidence. "Together, we'll build the world our children deserve."

Children. The word sent a thrill of possibility through Elena, painting pictures of blonde-haired, green-eyed warriors who would inherit both tradition and change.

"I can't wait," she breathed, leaning down to capture his mouth in a kiss that tasted like hope and forever.