Chapter 119

Nan’s POV

It should have been awkward.

We were on a deserted island. The heavy weight of history of this place resting over us like a dark cloud. Exposed to the elements.

It should not have been as arousing as it was.

There was something about this that excited me. We were out in the open. Anyone could have been watching.

It did not matter that we were effectively the only two people around for miles.

Lionel turns me around to face him. There is a lustful glitter in his eyes that makes my stomach swoop. That plump, pink mouth is already leaning toward me.

“You heard the man.” He mummers in my ear. The fan of his hot breath making me shiver.

I try to gain some levity. “And you’re all about taking orders.” I say breathlessly.

I gulp in a sharp breath when his mouth trails along my sensitive neck. Leaving goosebumps in its wake. His hands slide from my arms to rest at my waist.

His touch is possessive. Tight but not bruising. It’s not enough.

“I’m not going to break.” I say.

A sinful smirk crosses his face. “Oh I know. Don’t worry…”

He suddenly shifts. He bends down closer. Nearly eye level with me as his hands reach towards my thighs and beneath my dress.

“You’ll carry my marks soon.”

He lifts my dress off of me. I am left in bra and panties. I feel nearly bare just standing there in the open.

Heat begins to pool at my center.

I am nearly trembling with anticipation. My cotton panties are already damp. I know he must see.

He does not do what I expect.

His hands began to kneed my breasts through the soft fabric of my bra. I gasp at the feel of his hot and powerful hands on me. The bond and my recent trial making me overly sensitive to his touch.

My own hands reach down for the buttons of his trousers.

He lightly bats my hands away. “Not yet.” He chides.

I pout slightly at that. He chuckles. “In due time.”

My disappointment is forgotten as he begins to massage my breasts and pinch my nipples. I moan. Then his mouth descends on them.

It’s hot and wet. The dampness of his ravenous mouth making the fabric cling tightly to my nipples. I can’t help but slide my fingers into his inky curls to pull on them.

He growls. Pleasure and pain are emanating from his side of the bond. Making me all the wetter and wanting.

He finally pulls away with a wet pop. His hands make quick work of my bra clasp. The tiny scrap of fabric falls from my shoulder.

He’s back on me before I can blink.

His tongue traces little circles around my nipples. He lightly nips on them. He moves between each breast and devote equal devotion to each one.

His other hand kneads and teases.

It’s a maddening feeling. I am left clenching around empty air by the end. Needing more.

“Damnit Lionel!” I finally shriek. “Stop teasing!”

I feel grin against me. He pulls away and I feel slight regret. That feeling quickly goes away when he shucks off his remaining clothes.

I scramble to do the same. Yanking my panties off. Tossing them over my shoulder.

“I’m sorry to say that I don’t think I’ll last long this time.” He apologizes.

I am not too surprised. The feedback loop of the bond had been making things between us…intense. I doubted I would last long either.

“I know the feeling.” I say cheekily.

He is staring at me. Worship in his gaze. It leaves me feeling as though I could be a deity.

I move to rest my body against an old stone slab. One most likely left from the temples of old. It seemed all too fitting to lay myself on this ancient altar.

I would be his goddess this night.

His eyes darkened into that familiar earthy brown. The shade that only ever shone with his desire. I knew it well now.

I cloyingly lifted a single finger and beckoned him forward. He moved towards me as though hypnotized. It was the most gratifying sight of my life.

The I opened my thighs wide. Exposing my innermost place. I arched the side of my neck toward him.

Challenging him to claim what was his.

He growled darkly. It send hot sparks though my spine. Then he moved.

He lined himself up to my entrance. Only stopping long enough to stare directly into my eyes. Letting me know that he knew what I was doing.

The he plunged into me. I cried out at the sudden stretch. He kept going.

He pulled out all the way and then slammed back in. Again and again. It was fast and brutal.

I loved every second of it. This is what I had been craving. Lionel at his wildest and utterly crazed for me.

At one point he turned me onto all fours. This new ankle only brought him deeper. Making me clench harder at the fuller filling.

The sound of skin hitting skin and his growls were a symphony to my ears.

His fangs sang into my neck. Marking me with his bite. The climax after that was explosive.

I saw stars behind my eyes.

I suddenly gasped. It was as though a lock had broken inside of me. Something within me awoke.

I could suddenly see and hear so much better. It was as though I’d been submerged under water my whole life.

My gums itched as I felt fangs descend. My nails elongated into sharp points. Into claws.

I know if I had a mirror my eyes would be flashing.

“Nan!” Lionel cries. “You…”

“I’m no longer wolf-less.” I say.

Perhaps we should have spoken more. Or talked this through. But I think we were too stunned about this shocking change to form words.

The words and discussion would come much later.

It was minutes later that I saw it.

There were weeds peeking out. Before there was only dead, blackened ground. But now there was light green weeds.

A sign of life.

One only achieved through Lionel and I’s mating. A completion of an ancient pact. Mr. Holder’s idea suddenly held so much more merit.

Lionel and I were back at the mansion days later.

He called an official pack meeting once more. I was not cowed or insecure this time. Not with Lionel’s mark proudly on my skin.

There were many sour looks once they scented it. I only held my head higher. The surprising part was that there were not nearly as disapproving looks this time.

A single glance at Scarlett and Adrien’s welcoming smile told me exactly who was responsible.

‘They kept their words,’ I observed. ‘I knew I liked her.’

“I told you the last time we spoke that I would be taking Nan as my fated mate. The bond has taken. We are mated.”

“That’s impossible!” One of the elder’s scoffed. “She’s wolf-less.”

“Wolf-less can’t mate with a wolf! Everyone knows that.” Another growled.

Lionel did not try to argue with them. He simply lifted my hair to show off my mating bond. I held no doubt his scent was more potent that way.

“It shouldn’t be possible…” Someone said disbelievingly.

“And yet here it is.” Lionel said.

I stepped forward now.

“It’s clear there is much more to me than meets the eye.” I say loudly.

“Let’s make a bet.” Lionel requests.

“I’ll do the impossible. Within three days, I will turn a cursed island into a paradise. If I can do so within the deadline, you all must agree to accept me as your Luna.”

It’s a bold move.

It was our best move. There were very few wolved with the powers to thwart small curses. Let alone whole islands.

It would be the ultimate power move. No matter how they felt about me…if I could do that…none would dare risk losing me to another pack.

I also knew they` did not believe I could do it.

Not when they thought I was still ‘wolf-less.’ Lionel and I decided to keep that our secret. Neither of us were inclined to give away any information to outsiders.

“I say let’s give it a go. What do we have to lose?” Scarlett’s voice rings out.

Everyone agrees pretty quickly after that. No one dared to upset their ‘jewel.’ I hide my victorious smirk.

Little did they know…I had already transformed the island.

Lionel and I had spent many days ‘consummating’ our mating. Making my powers protenant. I had already brought life back to the island before we ever left.

I only gave a three- day deadline to complete the final preparations.

Those next days went by fast.

The faces of the pack when they realized where they were…that the paradise they were now in was previously the most cursed island in the known world…that was the fourth most gratifying moment of my life.

The third was their reluctantly respectful and admiring faces when they accepted me as their Luna.

And the second moment was the look on their faces when Lionel said,

“We shall be having our wedding on this island.”