Chapter Sixty-four
Faelen’s POV
By the time we returned to the estate, the sun was high now. I felt lighter than I had in weeks, filled with a strange mix of calm and joy that only Hunter seemed to inspire.
The bond between us, whatever it was, had only deepened. Every touch, every brush of his hand, felt as if he were somehow a part of me.
Hunter walked me to my room, his steps slowing as we reached the door. He seemed ready to say goodbye, his hand hovering at his side.
I could feel the tension in him, that same heat hanging in my chest… and building between my legs. My heart beat faster that ever.
Knowing exactly what I wanted, even though nervous about it, I spoke. “Hunter,” I said softly, my voice influenced by the loud thumping of my heart. “Would you… would you like to come in?”
His eyes lit up immediately. He the hesitated a little, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he was weighing a decision.
I could see him battling with himself, but he took a breath, then nodded. “Alright.”
I closed the door behind him, our eyes locked, and for a moment, we just stood there, the air thick with the sexual tension between us.
Feeling a little awkward, Hunter then broke the gaze and turned to look around the room, his eyes shifting to the bed, and back to me.
“Faelen… look,” he said, breaking the silence between us. “I don’t know what this is between us. This pull, this… need.” He shook his head, almost frustrated. “All I know is, I don’t want to fight it anymore.”
Hearing him say it, something inside me shifted. The fear and doubt all melted away. “I feel the same way,” I murmured, stepping closer. “I think… it’s a mate bond, somehow.”
Hunter’s brow furrowed, an odd look flashing in his eyes. “Mate bonds,” he scoffed softly, shaking his head. “Those are just stories. I never believed in them really… I just feel immune to all that.”
I laughed, the sound quiet and a little shaky. “Maybe neither of us is immune to it after all.” I said, biting my lips as I stared deep into his eyes.
“Well, I can’t pretend this doesn’t mean something,” he whispered against my hair, his voice raw.
I looked up at him, my heart swelling. “Then don’t,” I said back.
For the first time, I felt a sense of certainty, a calm that told me I was exactly where I was meant to be.
He held my gaze for a second. And then he reached out, his fingers brushing my cheek, his thumb tracing gently along my jaw.
The touch sent a shiver down my spine, and before I knew it, he pulled me closer, his mouth covering mine in an instant.
I melted into him, my hands gripping the back of his head, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt.
Everything about him felt so good… right. He led us toward the bed, our movements slow as the kiss deepened, as if we were afraid of breaking whatever thing was holding us together.
When we finally lay tangled in each other’s arms, his fingers traced delicate patterns along my neck, leading him to literally tear off my top.
I looked up at Hunter, wanting him more than ever. His gaze shifted to my bare breasts, his hands gripping them roughly but pleasurably.
I closed my eyes as he squeezed them softly. A soft gasp then left my mouth as his tongue suddenly found my nipples.
He sucked on them and I gasped even louder, the feel of his lips around my nipples sending me into a frenzy. As he sucked, his hands kept busy massaging too.
There was a gentleness in his touch that contrasted with everything I knew about him… the fierce, powerful Alpha who was feared, respected, and distant.
But here, in the quiet of my room, he wasn’t the Alpha. He was just Hunter, and I could feel every part of him blending with mine.
Before I knew it, his hands were on my pants, pulling it off along with my panties. He pulled off the rest of his own clothes and leaned over me, catching my gaze.
I reached up to pull him closer, feeling his warm skin against mine. His lips found mine again, and I surrendered completely to him.
Realizing my submission to him, it seemed to shoot a wave of testosterone through him, and Hunter roughly spread my legs apart.
Using the tip of his cock, he rubbed on my clit repeatedly, sending waves of pleasure through me. Without any warning, he then slipped his cock inside me, making me gasp for breath.
With gentle but deep strokes, he went in and out of me in a certain rhythm. I was already so wet and that helped the lubrication.
I felt the thickness of his cock constantly brushing against the walls of my tight vagina. My muscles tensed, and the moans escaped me with the rhythm we went.
It didn’t take much time for both of us to reach our peaks, but didn’t stop. Hunter continued to fuck my brains out, making me cum over and over again like never before.
When it was over, I lay against Hunter’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as my own breathing steadied.
There was a stillness in the air, a nice feeling that wrapped around us as we lay tangled in each other’s arms.
That moment, I knew that whatever happened from here, Hunter would be a part of me. The thought was both terrifying and exciting at the same time.
As we lay together in the soft sheets, our breaths mingled, the warmth of his perfect body wrapping around me, making it impossible to think clearly.
I could feel every of his heartbeat, with a passion that surprised even me. I knew, in the deepest part of my soul, that no one else had ever made me feel like this.
Nothing had ever come close.
Hunter’s hands traced gentle lines over my skin, as though he wanted to memorize every inch of me. And I wanted him to.
“I don’t know what it is about you, Faelen,” he whispered, his voice rough yet so sexy. “I’ve known plenty of women in my life, but none of them… none have made me feel this way.”
The sincerity in his voice made my heart race even faster, his admission stirring something vulnerable in me.
He wasn’t just Hunter here. He was a man who, beneath all that confidence and strength, felt deeply for me… almost as deeply as I felt for him… to actually confess them.
I saw the raw honesty in his eyes, and I knew I could tell him anything as well, that he would keep it close, protect it.
“I don’t understand it either,” I whispered back, my voice trembling as I let my fingers brush over his face. “But I know… I know I’ve never felt this close to anyone. I didn’t know I could ever actually.”
Hunter’s hand moved up to cup my face, his thumb gently grazing my cheek. His gaze was fierce, full of emotions I knew he was only just beginning to realize himself.
It was as if this bond had reached beyond anything physical, trapping every piece of who we were, and binding us to each other.
When he leaned down to kiss me again, every kiss was more passionate than the last, as if we were trying to make up for all the time we’d resisted each other.
His hands explored my skin with tenderness as we kissed, his touch both passionate and possessive.
Neither of us needed to say anything else. The way we touched me, kissed, fucked… all of it spoke the things we could never find the words for.
There were still questions of course about the future and what this all meant, but for now, in his arms, I felt like I was exactly where I belonged.
After a few precious minutes, Hunter stirred, breaking the sweet silence that surrounded us.
He slowly sat up on the bed, the movement sending a rush of cool air on my skin.
I wanted to reach out and pull him back into the warmth we had created, but I knew he had to go.
“I have to get back,” he said, his voice low and quite filled with an emotion I couldn’t place.
A part of me wanted to protest and tell him that we should stay like this forever, but the words caught in my throat.
Instead, I watched him pull on his clothes. As he fastened the last button of his shirt, he turned back to me, his gaze softening.
He leaned down, brushing his lips against mine one last time with a tender kiss, which made my heart leap wildly in my chest.
“I’ll see you at the dinner,” he said, his eyes holding mine for a moment longer, as if trying to keep the moment in his memory.
I managed a smile, my cheeks reddening with a blush and longing. “Okay,” I whispered, wishing he didn’t have to leave.
As he walked toward the door, my heart ached at the thought of him leaving me alone in this large room.
I wanted to run after him, to cling to him and refuse to let go. But I remained where I was, the reality of our situation settling heavily on my chest.
When he stepped out and closed the door behind him, I immediately felt a wave of loneliness over me.
The space he had occupied felt cold and empty without him. I sighed deeply, allowing myself to lay back against the wall, my thoughts spinning.
I turned and stared up ceiling, and memories of my past flooded my mind… the pain of all the humiliation, the fear that had become permanent in my life for a while.
I thought of how I had spent so long trying to survive, to navigate a world that often felt so unforgiving.
And yet, here I was, having crossed a line I never imagined I would. I allowed myself a moment to embrace the bittersweet ache of longing.
I wanted to hold onto this feeling of being wanted and cherished, if only for a brief moment.
But with Hunter gone, the reality of my life came crashing back. I inhaled deeply, trying to steady myself, reminding myself that I had to be strong.
After a moment, I finally pushed myself off the bed, my body still tingling from our encounter. I had to prepare for the dinner, to face the world outside this room.
I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts. I felt this was only the beginning of something complicated, that could change everything I thought I knew about myself, and about the life I had now.