Page 11 of Wolf Mate’s Forbidden Fire (Esoterra Shifters World #1)
Chapter Eleven
Aurora
I slipped through the dark forest toward Omer’s cabin, my boots soft on the pine needles, the air heavy with the tension of the coming battle.
Moonridge was quiet, the pack bracing for Viktor’s attack, and I needed to see Omer before everything went to hell.
My heart pounded, the woven bracelet and sacred amulet on my wrist a steady reminder of our bond, their weight grounding me against the uncertainty.
The moon hung low, casting silver light over the cabins, and I knocked lightly on Omer’s door, my breath catching in my throat.
He opened it, his broad frame filling the doorway, his gray eyes intense under the moonlight.
His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the scars crisscrossing his chest, and the sight of him, strong but worn from leading his pack, sent a rush through me, the mate bond humming like a live wire.
“Aurora,” he said, his voice low and rough, stepping aside to let me in.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone, not now. ”
I stepped inside, the cabin warm from a crackling fire, the air thick with cedar and his scent. “I had to see you,” I said, my voice soft but firm, closing the door behind me. “Tomorrow’s coming fast, Omer. I couldn’t wait.”
He moved closer, his hand brushing my arm, his touch sparking heat under my skin. “You’re stubborn as ever,” he said, a small smile breaking through the tension in his face. “But I’m glad you’re here. I was about to come find you.”
I looked up at him, his gray eyes pulling me in, and the words spilled out before I could hold them back.
“I love you, Omer,” I said, my voice steady despite the lump in my throat.
“I know it’s crazy, with Viktor and the Fire and everything, but I needed you to know. I’m all in, no matter what happens.”
His eyes softened, and he cupped my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks, his touch gentle but firm. “I love you too, Aurora,” he said, his voice raw, the mate bond blazing between us like a flame. “You’re my mate, my everything. I’ve been fighting it, but I’m done running from this.”
I pulled him close, my fingers threading through his dark hair, the soft strands catching on my calluses, and our lips met, the kiss deep and urgent, like we were claiming every second we had left.
His hands slid to my waist, pulling me flush against him, his body hard and warm, the bond igniting every nerve in my body.
I kissed him harder, my tongue teasing his, a soft moan escaping as his hands roamed under my jacket, tugging it off with a slow, deliberate pull, letting it drop to the wooden floor.
My fingers fumbled with his shirt, pushing it open, my hands gliding over the scars and taut muscle of his chest, his skin scorching under my touch.
He growled low, the sound vibrating against my lips, and lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the bed, the furs soft and warm beneath us.
He laid me down, his eyes locked on mine, dark and hungry, the firelight casting shadows across his face.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his hands sliding under my shirt, peeling it away slowly, his calloused palms grazing the bare skin of my sides, sending shivers down my spine.
I arched into his touch, my hands tugging at his jeans, undoing the button with a trembling pull, my fingers brushing the taut skin just below his waistband, pulling a sharp hiss from him.
His lips trailed down my neck, hot and open-mouthed, kissing the curve of my collarbone, then lower, his tongue tracing the swell of my breast, teasing the sensitive skin until I gasped, my hands gripping his hair, urging him on.
He took his time, his mouth lingering, sucking gently, his teeth grazing just enough to make me moan, the sound echoing softly in the cabin.
My nails scraped lightly down his neck, and he growled again, the vibration sending heat pooling low in my belly.
He pulled back just enough to tug my jeans off, his hands deft and sure, sliding them down with my underwear, leaving me bare beneath him, the cool air a sharp contrast to the heat of his gaze.
I pushed at his jeans, helping him shove them off, my fingers tracing the hard lines of his thighs as he kicked them away, his body now bare against mine, skin to skin, the firelight glinting off the sweat on his scars.
He kissed me again, slow and deep, his tongue exploring mine, his hands roaming my thighs, fingers teasing higher, brushing my core with a deliberate slowness that made me tremble.
“Omer,” I whispered, my voice shaky, my hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging in just enough to anchor me. “Please.”
He smiled against my lips, his voice a low rumble.
“I’ve got you, love,” he said, his fingers moving with skill, teasing and circling, building the pleasure until my breath came in short gasps, my hips arching into his hand.
His lips moved to my breast again, his tongue swirling, sucking, his teeth grazing just enough to push me closer to the edge.
“Let go,” he murmured, his voice warm and coaxing, his fingers relentless, and I did, my cry sharp and raw, waves of pleasure crashing through me, my body shuddering under his touch.
He kissed me through it, his lips soft on mine, his hand steadying me as I came down, my chest heaving.
He shifted, his body aligning with mine, his hardness pressing against me, teasing my entrance.
I wrapped my legs tighter around him, urging him closer, my hands sliding down his back, feeling the flex of muscle beneath his skin.
“I need you,” I said, my voice breathless, my lips brushing his ear.
He growled, low and primal, and entered me, slow and deep, the stretch filling me, pulling a moan from both of us.
His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, each thrust deliberate, building a rhythm that matched the pounding of our hearts.
I kissed his shoulder, my teeth grazing his skin, my hands roaming his back, nails scraping lightly, urging him deeper.
His lips found mine, the kiss hungry, his tongue tangling with mine, his growls softening to murmurs of my name.
He shifted, angling deeper, his hands finding mine, fingers interlocking, pinning them above my head as he moved, my body meeting his with equal passion.
The pleasure built again, hotter, more intense, the mate bond burning between us, binding us tighter with every touch.
His lips moved to my neck, sucking gently, his teeth grazing my pulse, and I gasped, my body tightening around him.
“Aurora,” he groaned, his voice raw, his movements growing faster, more urgent.
As we reached the peak, my cry mixed with his growl, our release a shared fire that left us trembling, collapsing into each other, breathless and spent.
We lingered, skin to skin, his arms wrapped around me, my head on his chest, his heartbeat steady under my ear.
His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, and I smiled, my voice soft.
“When this is over,” I said, “what do you think we’ll do?
If we beat Viktor and the Fire doesn’t burn us all, I mean. ”
He chuckled, his hand tightening around me, his voice warm.
“You’re already planning our victory party?
” he said, teasing. “I see us here, in Moonridge. Maybe a bigger cabin, one we build together. You’d keep studying, probably drive me nuts with your books and runes.
I’d teach you to track, show you the pack’s ways. ”
I laughed, lifting my head to meet his eyes, their gray depths soft in the firelight. “You think I’d be a good tracker?” I said, my tone playful. “I’d probably scare off every deer in Esoterra.”
“You’d learn,” he said, grinning, his lips brushing my forehead. “And we’d have nights like this, just us, no battles, no prophecies. Maybe even a pup or two, if you’re up for it.”
My heart skipped, but I smiled, the idea sweet and warm, like a promise of something real. “Pups, huh?” I said, my voice soft. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, alpha. But… yeah, I could see that. Us, a family, Moonridge safe. Sounds perfect.”
“It will be,” he said, his voice firm, his hand cupping my cheek. “We’ll make it happen, Aurora. I promise.”
I nodded, my fingers tracing the bracelet and amulet on my wrist, their weight a vow we’d fight for. “We will,” I said, kissing him softly, my lips lingering on his. “Together.”
We fell asleep in each other’s arms, his warmth enveloping me, the fire’s glow fading as the cabin grew still.
I dreamed of a fiery wolf, its fur blazing, its gray eyes Omer’s, guiding me through a forest of flames.
The fire didn’t scare me; it felt like strength, like our bond, and I followed, knowing we’d face the battle united, our love a shield against whatever came next.