Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

Kaia POV

I've been in his office for the past hour, staring at the laptop Alora packed for me. I don't know why, it is password protected and I have no idea of what it could be...and I won't accept Hector's help in recovering

1. it.

I'm not sure I want him to have access to my emails just yet.

I hear the front door open and close, it's late and I couldn't sleep until I knew he was back.

By the time I had showered and came down to clear up, Aubrey had already cleaned the entire front room as if nothing had happened.

"Is he dead?" I call out, as he walks towards his office.

"No...I let him go. But he'll have eyes on him." He sighs out as he leans against the door frame.

"You've released him to trap him?"

"Exactly Kaia. You might think his intentions were good in coming here but someone told him about Beckett, he knew you were here.

He didn't go to the Nightshade Reformed pack, if he had heard...which is unlikely as a rogue, through word of mouth. His first actions would have been going to your pack.

But he didn't...someone informed him you are here. Someone has been keeping him well fed and well dressed. He might be packless but he is by no means a traditional rogue." 1 thought he would be dead....

Closing my laptop I move towards the other side of the desk, resting against it.

"For what it is worth, you are right. I shouldn't have let him on site...I should have handled it better."

"Thank you."

"What, that's it? No, I told you so."

"Nope...I'm a pretty reasonable person Kaia, when it is on my terms."

"That's not reasonable...that's just getting your own way." I roll my eyes, unable to stop the smile that enters onto my lips.

It's like a vortex has entered the room and I am being sucked into it.

The atmosphere between us changes as his body moves towards me and I have nowhere to go, my lower back already pressing against the desk.

He stalks towards me until he stops, one of his legs just by my knees that are pressed together.

His fingers touch my upper arms, I look down to find them dancing across red marks. I hadn't even noticed. Samson had shook me so severely that his fingers left marks on my skin. The telltale sign of anger washes over Hector as his jaw tenses and his eyes flash to his wolf. His head

bends down, his nose now trailing along my skin, disgust falling upon his face as he smells something he doesn't like.

"His scent is on you.." His teeth open up under his lip that has snarled. I am frozen as his tongue runs across my upper arm to my lower neck and starts to suck on areas of my collar bone.

My head rolls back as he moves up to my mate mark, his wet lips locking on my neck and sucking on my senstivie part.

Where he has branded me.

I have no control over my body, my head rolls back from the pleasure he is causing me. I don't even recognise the moan that escapes my mouth, it doesn't even sound like me. It sounds animalistic... unworldly.

His touch leaves me, my body cools and I hadn't realised how heated it had become under his caress. My eyes open to find him kicking the office door shut before he stalks back towards me, an alpha on a mission as he hoist me on the desk and pushes my knees apart. "We can stop at anytime."

His words are like a distant noise, something happening miles away from the euphoria he had caused by his touch, the sensation I needed back. "Kaia, you need to tell me if you want to stop."

"Don't stop." I moan out as his fingers tease along my waistband, his fingers trying to gain access through my tight leggings. I don't ever want him to stop.

He manages to lift me in the air, pulling my leggings down to my ankles leaving me in my panties.

I am in a trance, I am unable to break away. Not that I want to... the tingles from his touch have accumulated to a burning desire.

I gasp out loud as his fingers separates my lips below.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"Kaia..."

I don't want him to stop... Is this what the mate bond can do...is this how it feels.

I can feel the lust take over me, like an unquenchable thirst. An addiction that threatens to take over me. I can feel my eyes turning sultry as I look up at him.

A smirk enters onto his lips as he starts to move his fingers below before entering me, his thumb circulating around my clit.

"Hector..." I groan out, my husky voice calling for more.

He hushes my moans by placing his lips upon mine, his tongue already invading my mouth tasting every part of me.

I moan out from the intrusion, wanting more....wanting to give into something I had held back on for too long.

To trust this bond between us.