Awakening The Silver Wolf

RAVENNA POV 

Darius was my mate. 

Mine.

God, was this real? 

I kissed him with the urgency of someone on the brink of death, my arms clinging to him as though if I let go even slightly, he would vanish from my grasp.

When I had woken up and didn't find him, panic seized me. I thought that maybe he had finally come to his senses and didn't want me anymore and had left. I was ready to drive back to his territory and beg him, slap him, kiss him. 

And that ache in my chest had only made matters worse. It had throbbed and then I became restless, like I wanted to leave this room. 

And when Darius had come back it had faded. 

And now I understood what it was. It was our mate bond. Even though we hadn't bonded yet, it was still there. Strong. 

And I knew that was how Darius had found me. 

I broke away from the kiss to breathe, placing my head on his chest where his heart was beating wildly. Just like mine was. 

Darius' body was trembling against me, and I raised my head to see him looking down at me with glassy eyes. 

"You…" He swallowed. "You're happy that I'm your mate?" His voice sounded choked.

I frowned at him. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

Darius looked away but his arms still remained around me. "It's just–" He scoffed without humor. "It's me, Ravenna. Darius, the savage alpha. The brute. The monster. The heartless vi–"

"Shut your mouth," I snapped, my voice hard. He kept his mouth shut. I removed my hands around him to cup his face, bringing his eyes back to mine. "I don't care if you're the devil himself. I don't care if you sacrifice virgins every full moon." He snorted. "I don't care about what you're done or what you're doing or what you're going to do. I love you, Darius. No fucking thing can change that. If I need to crack your skull open and write the words there I would." 

In a breath, Darius' lips were on mine again, but this time it was different. There was no uncertainty, no hesitation. 

His kiss was wild and desperate, and I responded with equal urgency. My hands threaded into his hair, pulling him closer as if the space between us was unbearable. 

His body was pressed against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from him, his chest rising and falling as rapidly as my own.

I wanted him. No, I needed him. 

More than air, more than anything else. My hands roamed over his broad shoulders, tracing the hard planes of his muscles as if committing him to memory. I didn't want to let go. If I loosened my grip for even a second, he might slip away from me.

He pulled back briefly, his breath ragged, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that made my heart race. "You're sure?" he whispered, his voice strained with emotion, as though he couldn't believe what was happening.

I traced his lips, a determined glint in my eyes. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

His lips crashed against mine again, more fevered this time, his hands exploring the length of my body with a sense of urgency as if he couldn't get enough of me. 

He lifted me, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, the feel of his body against mine making everything inside me burn.

"I thought I'd lost you," Darius breathed into my mouth, his voice thick with emotion. "I thought you'd never want me. I thought you were going to reject the bond." 

My heart twisted at the raw vulnerability in his words. I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. "I'll always want you. Nothing changes that." 

His eyes softened for a moment before they darkened with desire. 

He kissed me again, but this time it wasn't just hunger—it was something deeper, more tender. He slowed his movements, taking his time as if savoring each touch, each kiss. 

I felt him inching lower, his lips trailing over my jaw, and my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

Every kiss he placed on me ignited a fire inside me, sending jolts of heat straight to my core. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. The only thing I was aware of was him—his touch, his lips, his heart beating in rhythm with mine.

When his mouth reached the delicate skin just below my ear, I gasped, my back arched instinctively, my body craving more of him. 

His hands slid down, caressing my sides, making their way to the waistband of my pants. He paused there, his fingers trembling, as if asking for permission.

"Please…" I whispered, unable to find any more words, my chest rising and falling with every breath. I needed him more than I needed to breathe right now. 

Darius didn't need any more encouragement. 

His hands slid beneath the fabric of my pants, gently caressing the curve of my hips. His lips returned to mine, deep and slow, as though he wanted to drown me in this moment. 

Every touch was a promise, every movement a reassurance that he was here, with me, and he wasn't going anywhere.

The heat between us was unbearable, but it wasn't just physical. It was everything—the bond we shared, the love that pulsed between us like a tangible force. I wanted to hold onto it, to keep it forever.

I could feel his body trembling against mine, his control slipping as the need to be closer, to have me, consumed him. I could tell this was just as new to him as it was to me. But there was no fear. Only trust. Only love.

Darius' lips trailed down again, pressing soft kisses to the top of my breasts, each one sending waves of heat through me. 

I gasped as his hand slid lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. The sensation was electrifying, but I didn't want to rush. I wanted this moment to last, to stretch into eternity.

He paused, his eyes meeting mine, searching for something. "You're perfect," he said softly, his voice filled with awe. "So beautiful. So mine." 

My hands moved to trace the lines of his jaw. "Yours. And you're mine." 

The words came out in a breathless whisper, and he closed the distance between us once more, kissing me deeply, lovingly, like he was pouring all the affection he had for me into that single kiss. 

The way he touched me, the way he kissed me—it was like nothing I'd ever experienced. It wasn't just physical. It was the embodiment of everything we'd been through, everything we'd shared.

He pulled back slightly, his face hovering near mine, our breaths mingling. "I love you, Ravenna," he said in a voice that made my heart ache with its sincerity.

And I knew, without a doubt, that I loved him, too.

I scowled when his hand left my pants and the bastard smirked. He walked us backward until he reached the bed and laid me gently on it. 

"I want to worship you," he said as he kissed my nose. "Every inch of you."

I pushed him away slightly and removed his jacket that I had been wearing. I wasn't wearing any underwear so I was bare in front of him. 

Darius' eyes darkened more as he drank me in. I blushed under the intensity of his gaze but I didn't cover myself. 

"Perfect is too small to describe you," he rasped. And then he was kissing me again. His hands went to my breasts and he kneaded them, his other hand holding up his weight as he lowered his hard body on me. 

I gasped as he ground his hard dick against my bare flesh. The zapper on his pants rubbed against me and I moaned loudly. 

My hands roamed his body, searching for skin. 

I pulled away from the kiss and looked him in the eyes. "Your shirt. Off. Now." I didn't recognize my own voice.

Darius hesitated but when I raised an eyebrow at him, he grunted before he took off his shirt and he was on me again. 

My hands went to his back and roamed, my fingers meeting scared skin but I didn't mind. I traced my fingers gently on each scar and Darius shivered uncontrollably. 

He left my mouth and sucked my nipple into his mouth, his hand pinching my other nipple.

"Oh. Darius," I moaned, my back arching. 

His hand left my nipple and traced down, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they continued down until his fingers found my wet slits.

"Fuck," he growled. "You're so wet for me."

His fingers teased my folds before one of them entered me and I felt like I was going to explode from pleasure.