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CHAPTER TWELVE

NATHAN

The drive back to my apartment was a blur.

My mind was completely consumed by thoughts of Ivan and what was about to happen.

Ivan’s place was bigger, more polished, and honestly, much better furnished, but we decided on my place because it was closer.

It didn’t seem to bother him that my apartment was still a work in progress—a half-finished project with new furniture still waiting to be assembled and boxes scattered around.

The disarray that once embarrassed me didn’t matter tonight. All that mattered was him.

The moment I locked the door behind us, the air between us practically crackled with tension.

Ivan wasted no time, closing the distance between us in an instant.

I crashed into him, and it was like setting off a match in a room filled with gasoline.

His hands were everywhere—on my back, my shoulders, my waist—roaming with a hunger that set my skin on fire.

I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough, fumbling with buttons and zippers, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

Every fiber of my being screamed for this, craved this, craved him.

Ivan’s hands slid under my shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion.

I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on me again, his lips crashing down on mine with a force that made my knees go weak.

His kiss was demanding, possessive, as if he was claiming every inch of me.

I kissed him back with equal fervor, wanting to show him just how much I needed this, needed him.

He pushed me back against the wall, pinning me there with his body as his hands worked to free me from my jeans.

I could feel his urgency, the way his breath quickened as he tugged at the fabric, finally getting them off and tossing them aside.

I kicked off my shoes, trying to help him along, but I was so wrapped up in the moment, in him, that I barely registered anything else.

Ivan’s hands slid down my chest, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down with a slow, deliberate motion that made me shiver with anticipation.

I could feel the cool air against my skin, but it did nothing to quell the fire burning inside me.

“God, Nathan,” Ivan breathed, his voice low and gravelly. “You’re perfect.”

The words sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I leaned into him, my hands clutching at his shirt as I pulled him closer.

I needed to feel more of him, needed to have every part of him pressed against me.

Ivan seemed to understand because in the next moment, he was pulling off his own shirt, baring his broad, muscular chest to me.

I ran my hands over his skin, tracing the contours of his muscles, the hard planes of his abdomen.

I’d always known Ivan was strong, but seeing him like this, feeling the power in his body as he moved against me, made my heart race even faster.

Ivan’s lips were on mine again, and this time, the kiss was slower, more controlled, but no less intense.

It was as if he was savoring the moment, taking his time to explore every inch of my mouth, my neck, my shoulders.

He kissed his way down my chest, his lips brushing against my skin in a way that made me gasp, made me want to beg for more.

Somehow, we made it to the bedroom, though I wasn’t entirely sure how we got there.

All I knew was that one moment, I was pressed against the wall, and the next, I was falling back onto the bed, with Ivan hovering over me.

His eyes were dark with desire, and the way he looked at me—like I was the only thing in the world that mattered—made my heart skip a beat.

Ivan leaned down, capturing my lips in another searing kiss as he pressed his body against mine.

The weight of him, the warmth of his skin against mine, was almost too much to bear.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, wanting to feel every inch of him.

He shifted his weight, his hands roaming down my sides, gripping my hips as he settled between my legs.

I could feel the heat of him, the hardness of his body pressed against me, and it drove me wild with need. My dick thickened.

I arched my back, pressing myself against him, desperate for more.

“Nathan,” Ivan murmured against my skin, his voice thick with desire. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“Then take me,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation. “Make me yours, Ivan.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Ivan’s hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wider as he positioned himself between them.

I could feel the heat of him, the anticipation building to a fever pitch as he leaned down to kiss me again.

This kiss was different—slower, more deliberate, but no less intense.

It was as if he was savoring the moment, taking his time to ensure that I knew exactly how much he wanted me.

His hand slid between us, stroking my prick in a way that made me gasp, made my entire body arch up into him.

I was so close, so ready, and I could tell Ivan was too.

His breathing was ragged, his movements more urgent as he finally positioned himself, the tip of him pressing against me.

I tensed for a moment, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

But Ivan was patient, his hand stroking my thigh in a soothing manner as he whispered, “Relax, Nathan. I’m going to make you feel good.”

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to relax, to let go of the tension.

Ivan pressed forward slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully inside my ass.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had my entire body trembling.

“Are you okay?” Ivan asked, his voice strained as he held himself still, giving me time to adjust.

“Yeah,” I breathed, nodding as I looked up at him. “I’m more than okay.”

That was all Ivan needed to hear.

He started moving, slow and deliberate at first, but gradually picking up speed as the tension between us built.

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

Ivan’s hands were everywhere—stroking my skin, gripping my hips, pulling me closer as he moved within me.

I clung to him, my fingers digging into his back as I met him thrust for thrust, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

The pleasure built and built, spiraling higher and higher until it felt like I was about to explode.

Ivan must have felt it too because his movements became more frantic, more desperate, as if he was just as close as I was.

“Ivan,” I gasped, feeling myself teetering on the edge. “I’m gonna?—”

“Come for me, Nathan,” Ivan growled, his voice thick with need. “I want to feel you.”

That was all it took. I cried out as the pleasure overwhelmed me, my entire body shuddering as I came, painting his abdomen with my jizz, the world around me dissolving into a haze of pure ecstasy.

Ivan wasn’t far behind, his own release following mine as he buried himself deep inside me, his body shaking with the force of it.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, our bodies still entangled as we rode out the waves of pleasure together.

Finally, Ivan collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms as we lay there, our breathing slowly returning to normal.

“That was…” I trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what had just happened.

“Amazing” Ivan finished for me, his voice soft as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You’re incredible, Nathan.”

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the afterglow of sex.

For the first time in a long time, I felt truly wanted, truly needed.

As Ivan pulled me close, his warm lips brushed over my pulse, and I felt a deep, primal connection between us.

The gentle pressure of his mouth on my neck sent shivers down my spine, and in that moment, a realization hit me like a bolt of lightning—I loved this man.

My heart pounded with the intensity of the truth. I loved Ivan, with everything that I was.

Ours, my wolf whispered in the back of my mind, its voice filled with certainty. This dragon was made to be our mate.

Ivan’s teeth grazed against the sensitive skin of my neck, and I braced myself, thinking he would bite me then and there, sealing our bond.

But instead of the sharp sting I was expecting, there was only a soft growl, one filled with hesitation.

I felt his entire body tense against mine, his muscles coiled as if he was fighting an internal battle.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.

I reached up to cradle his face in my hand, resting my palm against the rough stubble of his cheek.

I could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between his desire and his restraint.

Ivan pulled back slightly, just enough so that he could look into my eyes.

His gaze was intense, filled with an emotion that made my heart ache.

“Nathan,” he began, his voice low and rough, “tell me this is too soon, and I’ll back away. I don’t want to rush you into something you’re not ready for.”

I felt my heart swell with even more love for this man, who cared so deeply about my feelings.

He was giving me an out, a chance to reconsider before we crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.

But I knew, deep down in my soul, that this was what I wanted. That I wanted him. I wanted us.

“It’s not too soon,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

With that, I leaned in and kissed him, softly at first, our lips moving together in a tender dance.

But the kiss quickly deepened, growing more urgent as I poured everything I felt for him into that one moment.

My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and I could feel the tension in his body begin to melt away, replaced by something much more powerful—desire.

Ivan’s hand slid up to cradle the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair as he kissed me back with a passion that stole my breath away.

His other hand roamed over my back, pulling me even closer, until there was no space left between us.

I could feel the heat of his body, the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my chest, and it made me dizzy with need.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together as we tried to regain our composure.

Ivan’s eyes were dark, filled with a burning intensity that sent a thrill of anticipation through me.

“Nathan,” he murmured, his voice husky and filled with longing. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I instantly said. “I want this, Ivan. I want you.”

His eyes darkened even more, the weight of my words sinking in. Ivan nodded, his resolve firming.

“This might sting a little,” he said.

I nodded, bracing myself as he pressed his lips to the spot on my neck where my pulse thrummed the strongest.

The warmth of his breath against my skin made me shiver, and I tilted my head to the side, baring my neck to him in complete trust.

Ivan nipped at the sensitive flesh with his teeth, teasing me, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

Then, without any further hesitation, Ivan bit down.

The initial pain was sharp, a brief sting that made me gasp, but it was quickly drowned out by a wave of pleasure that surged through me, so intense that it nearly knocked the breath from my lungs.

I could feel the power of the bond snapping into place, a golden thread weaving between us, binding us together in a way that was more profound than anything I’d ever felt before.

Ivan’s teeth sank deeper, and I could feel the warmth of his mouth, the gentle pressure of his bite as he marked me as his.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent my senses into overdrive.

It was as if every nerve in my body was suddenly alight, every inch of my skin hypersensitive to his touch.

My hands gripped his shoulders, holding on for dear life as the bond solidified between us, linking our souls together in a way that felt eternal.

Through the haze of sensation, I could feel Ivan’s emotions flooding into me—his love, his protectiveness, his fierce determination to keep me safe and cherished.

It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and it made my heart swell with even more love for this incredible man who was now my mate.

After what felt like an eternity, Ivan finally released his bite, pulling back just enough to lick the wound he’d left behind.

The warmth of his tongue against my skin sent another shiver through me, and I couldn’t help but moan softly at the sensation.

Ivan’s lips brushed over the mark, pressing a soft kiss to the spot where his teeth had been.

“There,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “You’re mine now, Nathan. Truly mine.”

The words sent a thrill through me, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close as I whispered, “And you’re mine, Ivan..”

He smiled against my skin, his breath warm and comforting.

We lay there for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms, the bond between us pulsing with a steady warmth that felt like home.

I could feel Ivan’s heart beating in time with mine, a comforting rhythm that soothed any lingering doubts or fears.