The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

~ALARIC~

MOTHERFUCKER—

Her taste. It was too much for me. Whenever she was this close to me, I forgot about everything else.

Her lips on mine felt like they were on fire. It burned me to my core. Saying no to her now would be more difficult than anything else I ever had to do in my life. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I place my hands on her waist with every intention to push her away from me. However, my hands have a mind of their own as I pull her closer to me instead. She gasped against my mouth, and I felt her shiver.

Fuck Clara. Why do you have to be so damn irresistible? Why does everything about you make me want to mark you and turn you into mine?

The strong urge to mark her was alarming to me. It wasn't something that my family had the privilege of doing. I was often jealous of regular werewolves who had mates and could easily bond with them. We didn't have the luxury of doing something so special. I never felt the need to do it either, but with Clara, everything was different; she made me want to do things I would have never dreamed of doing in the past.

I grab her legs and push her up against my desk. I've fantasized about doing this countless times in the past. I've even had so many dreams about this. I would give everything to spread her legs and bury my dick inside her sweetness. I've been fucking dying to do it for so long now.

Would it be so bad if I forgot about my responsibilities for once and allowed myself to be happy? Taking what she was offering to me would make me the happiest man alive, even if it was just for one day.

"I want you, Alaric." She whispers. "I've wanted you for a long time now. I hate myself for taking this long to tell you. And no, it has nothing to do with your brother. I've never wanted him the way that I want you. I wish that it was you since the start; I wish I'd gotten to know you better. I would have instantly fallen for you."

Her words are like music to my ear. I always had the fear that Clara was only attracted to me because I was Carter's brother. I was afraid that her feelings were mixed up because of it. I'd seen how much she cared about him. I even saw how heartbroken she was when he left her. Her pain had hurt me as well. Back then, I didn't understand why it mattered so much to me. At first, I thought that I was concerned that Carter was letting go of the best part of his life. However, now I realize that I wanted her even all the way back then. My relationship with Nicole had blinded me from my true feelings. Maybe I was also in denial all that time.

Hearing her admit how much she's always wanted me made my need for her intensify.

I bury my hand behind her neck and growl against her ear, "You really shouldn't have said those words to me, Clara. Now, no one can stop what I'm about to do to you."

I feel her shiver yet again and I pull her even closer to me as my body swallows every vibration that comes out from her.

Every sweet sound from her mouth puts life back into my sad soul. I was living for every breath of hers. I wish I could tell her the truth. I wish she would still accept me. But how could I ask that of her if I couldn't even accept myself?

I pull her clothes apart until she's left in nothing but her underwear. I lift her into my arms and place her down gently on top of my desk. Her eyes were wide as I stood back a little so that I could get a good view of her.

Fuck.

She looked much better than my fucking imagination. This was real; it was really happening before my eyes. It was still hard for me to believe that someone like Clara wanted someone like me. And somehow, I still managed to mess everything up. That was all I was ever good at doing.

“W-what are you d-doing?” she asked as I continued to stare.

She surprises me when she reaches up to cover her body with her hands. I narrow my eyes and quickly move them away.

“No,” I growl. “I want to see you. I told you not fucking play with me, Clara. This time, I'm not letting you get away from me easily. I don't care what happens next; don't stop me from looking at every inch of you. I want to see it all.”

I meant every single one of those words.