The Rejected Luna’s Prince By Aurora Archer
Chapter 30 – Becoming Us
(Caspien)
My life changed when I met her. I knew I was waiting for my mate for a reason, but I couldn’t grasp the extent of it until I met her.
I thought I would find a mate to complete my life, to adjust to me, well, the person that I became. They would shape themselves around my life. I was an Alpha, after all, a powerful one at that, and I didn’t think anyone would make me want to change even a small part of me.
Instead, I found someone that was changing me, making me better. She reached a part of me I thought was lost long ago and was helping bring me back to myself.
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She was shaping me into who I could have become, who I still had the opportunity to be – with her.
Willa was something that I could grow with, and I wanted to. She made me pause and think, she challenged me, she wanted her own life, and I respected her for that, even if every moment apart from her was painful.
I a*s*sumed my mate would fully submit to me, and move in with me immediately, but I was so glad she wasn’t that. The Moon Goddess knew precisely what I needed, exactly who I needed.
We were c*reating a l*ife together, and that wasn’t anything I wanted before with anyone, but I couldn’t imagine her not being a part of me now.
I k*iss*ed her deeply, w*rapping my arms around the small of her back holding her in place while I l*icked the b*ottom of her full l*ip until she parted it for me.
I took her bottom l*ip in between my t*eeth and bit down lightly, e*liciting a sharp inhale from her.
She froze for a second before her hands continued to tangle into my hair pulling me closer to her. I didn’t think I could get close enough to her, but I would start with having her completely naked under me if she would let me.
The mate bond was something else, the sparks that shot through me, that warmed me at every one of her touches.
I was addicted to her, the way that she held onto my arm as my fingers were deep into her tight, warm, center. How she buckled and moaned when she was starting to c.um. When her eyes fluttered open after I helped her come down from another o*rgas*m and their striking green met mine. Goddess, the feel of her mouth on me, sucking me.
“Caspien,” She murmured against my lips, bringing me back to reality, to her.
“Hmm,” The vibration sounded off her lips.
“I want you,” She rubbed herself over my painfully hard d*ic*k that was far too constricted, “Please,” She pulled back, biting a swollen lip, and one of her hands was still around my neck.
“There is one part of this house I haven’t shown you,” She tilted her head, her raven hair falling in waves, “My bedroom,”
She gave me a smile that might have been a smirk as I helped her up off me taking her hand in mine.
I led her to my bedroom, her temple, where I would worship her body repeatedly for as long as she let me.
(Willa)
I knew that I wanted him, Goddess I wanted him from the start.
Finally, my brain was catching up to my body. Everything clicked into place, my desire for him was now not just physical. It went past the mate bond, it was so much deeper.
I wanted him on an emotional level, I trusted him more than anyone, he was patient with me, let me do things how I wanted, and showed me that there was a life for us together, even if we held space for our separate interests.
I followed him up to his bedroom; he seemed eager. The usually relaxed confidence of his steps was gone.
“Come here,” He stopped wrapping his arm around me and pushed his hand up my shirt a bit so that I could feel the warmth of his palm.
He opened the door to his room and lead me in, not taking his hand off me as if he craved the c.ontact as much as I did.
His room looked like the rest of the place, pretty much a copy-and-paste millionaire Ikea. He had the biggest bed I had ever seen and a wall of windows looked down at the twinkling city lights and the stars above.
Caspien moved behind me; his fingers caressed my skin under my shirt, running his fingers over my stomach, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake.
He grabbed the edges of the fabric and pulled up, I lifted my arms to help him. His hands came back to my hips and he leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“I want to f**k you in that window sometime.” My breath hitched, “With the lights on, I want the entire city to see what they can’t have, and that you belong only to me,”
A shudder went through me settling deep below my stomach. That was something that I never had thought about doing, but he made it sound so f*uc*king hot.
“But tonight,”
His finger ran up my side, settling above the soft fabric of my bra. He circled where he knew my n****e was, and heat rushed through me at his light touch.
“Tonight,” His voice lowered, “I want you all to myself.”
I swallowed, I didn’t know I could be affected this completely, by just this. My whole body was on edge, electrified under his light touch.
“I’m going to touch you, everywhere,”
I swallowed again as his nose brushed along my neck, I tilted my head to give him access.
“I’m going to taste every part of you,”
His warm tongue dragged lightly up and down my neck making me shudder.
“And I am going to feel you,”
His finger moved to my other breast and he circled my n****e there above the fabric, I whimpered needing more.
“I’m going to feel deep inside you,”
His other hand brushed my hair behind my back, coming back to run over my marking spot that was completely bare now, waiting for my true mate, the one that I knew was the only person destined to ever belong to me and me to him.
He moved his head to the other side of my neck and lowered it hovering above my marking spot.
“Deeper than anyone has ever been,”
He sucked slightly at my marking spot, sparks erupted from his touch and my legs felt like they could fall out from under me.
“If you’ll let me that is,”
He pulled his mouth and hands from me and I stood there reeling trying to catch my breath. I was shot back to a cold empty reality that didn’t have Caspien promising me everything I had ever wanted.
I whipped around to face him, He was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, his icy eyes studying mine.
“It’s up to you,” He shrugged, looking more casual than I thought he was capable of.
“Y-yes,” I found my voice, “That sounds nice,”
He bit down on a laugh and shook his head.
“Nice, no it won’t be nice,” He pushed off the doorframe closing the door behind him.
He stood over me and took my chin in his calloused palms tilting my head up to look at him.
“It will be transformative” He chuckled once his eyes flashed black, “After tonight, there won’t be any part of you I haven’t claimed.”
I swallowed, memorizing his face, the trimmed beard that covered his perfect jawline, and his eyes that were changing from midnight black to icy blue. I didn’t want to look away, even if he would let me, but his grip on my chin held firm.
“Every time you touch your body, you will think of where my hands have been. Every time you see yourself naked you will think of me. There won’t be a part of you that won’t be a part of me after tonight.”
(Caspien)
I looked down at Willa’s flushed cheeks, her green eyes didn’t look away from mine.
She saw me for who I was, underneath it all, and she accepted me for that.
It was more than I could have asked for from her, more than I could have dreamed of.
I nodded once more to myself and let her beautiful face go reluctantly. I stepped back slightly so I could remove my shirt.
Her eyes roamed over me as she bit a pink lip. I wanted her to look, I wanted her to see what was hers, and only would ever belong to her.
I reached down around her under her silky hair and removed her bra clasp. I slid it down her shoulders and it fell to the ground letting her full b*reas*ts free.
I wanted to tease her but all thoughts besides touching her were gone while she was half-bare in front of me peeing up at me with expectation.
I reached forward and took their softness in my hands; my thumb rubbed over her n*ippl*es they p.eaked under my touch. Her head lulled back slightly her eyes shutting at my touch.
Seeing her react to me like this was like nothing I had ever experienced. I knew it wasn’t an act because I felt the intensity when she touched me.
I put one arm behind her wrapping it around her waist and guided her back towards the bed. I met her gaze and hers followed mine as I lowered to my knees and unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down.
Atlas growled as the scent of our mate’s desire filled the room as she stood completely bare in front of us.
I had forgotten she shredded her underwear when she shifted earlier and this was a welcomed surprise to not have anything else between me and my mate.
I held the small of her back, her skin soft and warm under my hand, as I took one of her waiting b*reas*ts in my mouth. I don’t think I would ever get over this sensation, having her accept me, and trust me enough, especially after ever she had been through, to get this close to her.
I swirled my tongue around her n*ippl*e and s*uc*ked gently, the taste of her, the feel of her softness was something I wouldn’t get used to.
Her hand tangled in my hair and the other came to my neck to steady herself, but she didn’t need to, I was holding her, I had her safely in my grasp.
A soft moan escaped her lips; it was one of my favorite sounds, second only to when my name escaped her lips while I made her reach her p.leasure.
I moved onto her other b*reas*t, her hands stilled in my hair when I lightly bit down, her breathing became quicker and I knew I had to do something about what was waiting for me between her legs.
I gently pushed her back on the bed and licked up her thigh, tasting her sweet juices that were already dripping from her center.
I was nervous before we started, and I had never been nervous with a woman before. I knew I was good at what I did, and I thought it made me feel good to do it, but I realized it was more about validation for me.
Goddess, maybe I was selfish.
I hated to admit, even to myself, that I was worried that what she was feeling was just the mate bond, that she wanted me only for that. She had a mate before and I wanted this to be different.
I didn’t want to just f*uc*k her to get off, I didn’t want to caress her to feel the sparks and tingles shoot through me, I wanted her.
I craved her.
The mate bond was incredible. The way her scent calmed me, the way her touch both excited and relaxed me. I knew having s*e*x with her would be different if only because of the bond.
But it was Willa I wanted, not the mate bond; it was her. I only hoped I could show her just how much she meant to me and despite the mate bond, she was it.
I would choose her over and over again. I realized now that the mate bond only helped show us who was ours, but it was the person, who they actually were that destined them to be ours.
“Caspien, please,” Her fingers tangled through my hair as I got closer to her core.
I l.icked one last trail of her juices from her knee to her thigh, leading me up right to where they came from.
I took a deep breath memorizing her scent and this moment.
My mate, my Willa laid open and ready, waiting for me.
I lowered myself to her, craving the taste of her. I dragged my tongue slowly up one side of her center and down the other.
She shuddered under the slight contact and my d*ic*k throbbed in response against my jeans.
I focused on her taste, how soft she was against my tongue, as I undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants with one hand. Once they were around my knee I shifted up and pushed her back on the bed further wrapping my arms around her legs, grasping her things and pulling them apart for me so I could taste her how I wanted to.
I s*lipp*ed a finger into her c*e*nte*r, taking her already s*woll*en b*ud into my mouth and s*uc*king gently running my t*ongu*e along it in small motions. I wanted to feel every part of her, and her response to me. I snaked a hand under her t*high and reached up g*rabbing the softness of her b*reas*ts.
Her breathing became erratic, as she grabbed at my hair and the sheets making it hard to hold her still as she shifted t.hrusing herself up against my mouth.
Knowing she was close heightened my arousal past the tipping point.
I moved my f*in*ger i*n and o*ut of h*er as her i*nn*er w*alls started to c*lench.
My favorite sound escaped her mouth, my name, over and over again as her r.elease tore through her at my touch.
Sparks erupted within me and I l.icked and s*uc*ked her, rolling her n*ippl*e in between my fingers. The feel of her moans reverberating through her because of me was the sweetest sound. The only thing that might be better is if she was making those sounds with her t.ight c.ore wrapped around my d*ic*k.
I pulled back after her breathing steadied, after I licked up everything she offered me.
I stared at her between her thighs, and I thought this might be the prettiest I had ever seen her. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair was splayed around her, some of it damp with sweat. Her stunning green eyes were filled with such clarity, though, I wasn’t expecting that.
“Mark me,” She said, meeting my gaze, “Mark me,” She repeated.
(Willa)
After Caspien worshipped me between my legs, completely n*ake*d in front of him for the first time.
I watched his icy gaze flick to mine.
We had exchanged p.leasure a few times, but having nothing to worry about right now, being completely exposed, was different.
“Mark me,” I said when I caught his stare.
I said out loud what Iris was chanting in my head.
But I had a moment of clarity through all the lust and pleasure that was Caspien and realized that it was him. I didn’t want him for how the mate bond made me feel, how insanely attractive he was, or his title or money or anything.
It was Caspien I wanted, and I wanted him forever.
He pushed back and stood up, no contact left between us.
Nerves coursed through me, and I felt a prick of tears.
I messed up; he didn’t want that. It was too soon; I thought he wanted it, but I a*s*sumed. I was stupid so damn stupid, I led an Alpha making everything on my terms, I f****d up.
“Willa,” He said, his voice even, “I don’t want to do that if you aren’t sober.”
“I had a sip of wine,” I propped myself on my elbows staring at him, was that really what this was about?
“That’s not what I meant,” He rubbed his forehead, “I meant like sober from lust,”
I almost laughed.
“I don’t want you making any rash decisions because you feel good right now,” He sat on the edge of the bed looking back at me, “If and when you choose that I don’t want you to regret it, the last thing I want is to place my mark on you and have hate me or blame me in the morning.”
I shook my head, that wasn’t going to happen. I scooted forward, so I was sitting next to him. I tentatively reached out for his hand and rubbed circles on his palm.
“I want you, Caspien. I’m sober from l*us*t or whatever,” I looked up at him and gave him a smile, “I want you, forever, if you’ll have me.” I shrugged, not able to meet his eyes anymore.
He removed his hand from mine and tilted my chin to meet his gaze.
“I want you, Willa. Forever.” He leaned forward, studying me, “If you’ll have me,” He gave me a small smile, and his eyes filled with something I hadn’t seen before. I was too engrossed in his gaze to even try to decipher it.
I moved my hand to his neck and rubbed my thumb along his marking spot, the place where I would mark him tonight. Warmth flooded me at the thought.
He leaned his forehead to mine and our breaths intermingled.
“Are you still sure? Because after that, there’s no going back.”
“Good,” I tried to nod; I hoped there wasn’t.
I wanted this, wanted him, forever.
“Forever?” He asked.
“Forever,” I promised.
He shuddered and I held onto his neck, holding him.
He opened his eyes, and they were all I could see.
I scooted forward and k*issed him, capturing his lips in mine with a ferocity that hopefully conveyed my desire for him. He moved his hand to run up and down my back, and I repositioned myself, not breaking the k*iss so I could sit on his lap.
My core met with fabric, with fabric?
I pulled away.
“Take those off,”
He chuckled once, “Sorry, I was so focused-”
I put my hand to his lips, “No excuses, just do it,” He smiled against my lips and lifted me with one arm, the other removing his boxers somehow; I didn’t care.
He sat back down on the bed and settled me between his legs; I wrapped mine around his back. My breath caught as I felt his velvety length press against my core.
I placed my hands on his shoulder and arm. I rubbed up against him loving how his body tensed in response as I slid my wetness along him.
It was the friction I needed, and he pulled me closer, his breathing becoming uneven, making body tighten in response. My n*ippl*es rubbed against the contours of his chest, and I leaned my head forward.
My body was electrified again, swirling with need and anticipation and building p.leasure.
“Willa,” He groaned.
I picked up my pace, dampening his entire length, and he grunted once, tightening his grip on my back before he lowered it and cupped my b.utt with the same tight grasp.
“Please,” I begged; I didn’t know what for.
For everything, for more, for him.
I didn’t have time to react as he laid me on my back on the cool sheets that felt freezing against the heat coursing through me body. He leaned over me, placing a hand behind my head, his thumb caressed my cheek, I leaned into the gentle touch, breathing in his scent letting it ground me.
His knee pushed my thigh, and I opened my legs for him. I couldn’t think of anything but what was about to happen. My body was alive, on edge, my blood thrummed in anticipation. It was already a chore to keep my breath even.
“Are you sure you want this?” He paused as the soft tip of his p*eni*s grazed my opening.
I swallowed, trying to remember how to speak, “Y-yes.”
“Even if you don’t want me to mark you-”
“I want it, Caspien, d.amnit I want it all.” I said possibly a bit too harshly, but I stood by that.
He paused for a moment, positioning himself at my center, barely pushing in, but it was enough to send sparks shooting from where our bodies were finally making c.ontact.
He leaned forward, and I g.asped as I felt him start to enter me.
He paused over me, repositioning himself so that he was propped on his forearms. He brushed the stray hair away from my cheeks, k*issing my forehead, nose, and mouth.
He pulled back slightly and gazed down at me with a look so raw that it almost made me want to cry.
My throat constricted, and I opened myself further, knowing I had nothing left to say, I just wanted to give him everything. He leaned forward, k*issing me deeply, as he slowly pushed himself inside me.
My eyes snapped open, but my mouth held his.
He pulled out a bit and pushed back in deeper and then again.
With each pull and push, my body adjusted to him.
“Willa,” He let out a low moan against my lips before he pulled out entirely and entered me deeply with one last t.hrust.
I s.quirmed underneath him, surprised by the feeling. I could hear myself breathing and nothing else.
It was everything, the fullness. But it was mixed with a slight pain, probably because I had nothing but a t.ampon up there for the past five years.
Just focus on our mate
Sorry
“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice laces with concern.
“Y-yes,” It came out as m.oan as he positioned himself deeper, “Keep going,”
He pulled out and t.hrust into me again; any discomfort was replaced with waves of p.leasure. I didn’t remember s*e*x ever feeling like this.
I grasped onto his arm, his hair, his neck, anything that I could to try to ground myself or else I might float away.
Deep rumbling pleasure started to coil within me at each of his deep thrusts. His breathing was becoming uneven and it only fueled the fire that he was stoking.
“Willa,” he grunted, his eyes snapped shut as a low growl came from him, “Goddess, you are,” He took a deep breath, “Perfection,”
With each t.hrust he was working on composing my perfect r.elease. I let my head fall back, and I focused on nothing but him and how he felt inside of me. My mate, Caspien inside of me.
I knew what he meant now by drunk in l*us*t. I wasn’t myself anymore I was his, and I would give myself completely to him in this moment if it gave him any semblance of p.leasure.
“Willa,” My name was a prayer on his lips, and it sparked something deep within me, something primal.
It pushed me over the edge, and I cried out, my legs wrapped around him, as he plunged deep into me with rhythmic thrusts, never fully leaving me.
He ground deep, reaching the perfect spot again and again.
His breathing was deep, he leaned his head to my neck, licking me, sending another wave of tingles to mix with the waves of my or.gasm.
A sharp pain and my body stilled, the seconds felt like minutes until I could breathe again, before the piercing pain was replaced by a blinding p.leasure. I moved my hips against him and he grunted into my neck, still holding on.
My body didn’t belong to me anymore; it belonged to him, to us.
Mark him
Iris chanted and I found for some semblance of myself to do what she wanted, what we wanted.
I pulled him closer to me and l.icked him quickly, biting down hard before he could react.
His body bucked, and I was worried I would lose my grip, but he steadied himself. He released my neck and licked it as he panted and picked up his pace.
He started t.hrusting so hard I would have been knocked to the wall if his large palms weren’t digging into me holding me still for him.
My name a prayer on his lips.
Nothing was real at this moment besides us, besides pure primitive .pleasure.
Our p.ants and m.oans became one; I didn’t know where his body ended, and mine began as we clawed and grasped for each other while I rode out the last waves of my p.leasure, that coiled and burst throughout me, he followed me with a few deep t.hrusts.
We didn’t belong to ourselves anymore; we didn’t even belong to each other. We belonged to something greater; we belonged to us.