Mated to Her Alpha Instructor Chapter 64

Eileen

His eyes met mine, storm-gray with desire. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." I could see it in the tension of his shoulders, the careful restraint in every touch—he was enduring the fading mark too, perhaps even more acutely than I was. Yet he'd held back, always waiting for me to be ready, always putting my needs first.

The moonstone waiting in my bag had shifted something inside me. I didn't want to just receive anymore. I wanted to reach for him the way he'd been reaching for me.

"Please, Regis," I whispered, my hands sliding up his chest. "Let me have you too."

He kissed me again, slower but no less intense, as his hands found the laces of my dress. The fabric loosened and fell away, pooling at my feet, and then his mouth was on my neck, my collarbone, trailing lower.

"You're so perfect," he murmured against my skin. His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks, and I gasped, arching into his touch.

He lowered me to the soft moss, his body covering mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. I could feel him, hard and ready against my thigh, and the ache between my legs intensified.

"Regis," I whispered, and his hand slid down my stomach, over my hip, and then lower—

I cried out at the first touch, at the way his fingers explored with devastating gentleness, finding places that made me shake and gasp his name. He watched my face the entire time, learning what made me writhe, what made me beg.

"I need you," I finally managed, hardly recognizing my own voice. "Please, Regis, I need—"

"I know." He positioned himself at my entrance, and I felt the blunt pressure of him. "Tell me if it's too much."

He pushed in slowly, so slowly, giving me time to adjust to the stretch and fullness. I clutched at his shoulders, overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside me, filling spaces I hadn't known were empty.

"Okay?" he asked, voice strained with the effort of holding still.

"Yes. More. Please, *move*—"

He did, withdrawing and sliding back in with a careful rhythm that made me see stars. Each thrust hit something deep inside that sent sparks racing through my nerves, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

"That's it," he murmured against my ear. "Take what you need, love. Take all of me."

So I did. I matched his rhythm, meeting each thrust, my nails digging into his back as the pressure built and built until I thought I might shatter from it. His mouth found mine again, swallowing my cries as he drove into me harder, faster, chasing the edge we were both racing toward.

Through the bond, I felt his wolf rising—Valdor's possessive satisfaction mixing with Regis's own desperate need. His lips left mine to trail down my jaw, my throat, finding the fading mark on my neck. His tongue swept over the pale crescents, and I gasped at the electricity that shot through me.

"Mine," he growled against my skin, and I felt his canines elongate, sharpen. "Say you're mine, Eileen."

"Yours," I breathed, tilting my head to bare my throat completely, offering myself without reservation. "Always yours, Regis. Mark me. *Please*—"

The word became a scream as he bit down, his teeth sinking into the exact spot where the old mark had faded. Pain and pleasure exploded through me in a white-hot wave, the bond between us surging to life with an intensity that stole my breath. I felt him *everywhere*—in my blood, in my bones, in the very core of my being.

He thrust deep one final time as his bite completed the mark, and I shattered. The orgasm tore through me with devastating force, my inner walls clenching around him as wave after wave of sensation crashed over me. Through it all, I felt his teeth in my neck, felt the bond solidifying, felt our souls twining together in a way that could never be undone.

Regis followed me over the edge with a muffled roar against my throat, his release pulsing hot inside me as his body shuddered. When he finally withdrew his teeth, he licked over the fresh marks with devastating gentleness, soothing the sting.

"Look at me," he said softly, and I opened eyes I hadn't realized I'd closed.

His expression was fierce with satisfaction and love. "The bond is complete now, Eileen. No more fading."

I touched my neck, feeling the raised edges of the new mark—deeper, stronger, *permanent*. Through the bond, I felt not just his emotions but his *presence*, a constant warm weight in my mind that I knew would never leave.

"I can feel you," I whispered. "Both of you."

"And we feel you." He pressed his forehead to mine. "My mate. My heart."

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We dressed slowly, stealing kisses between layers of clothing, and walked back hand in hand as the sun dipped lower. The mark on my neck pulsed with warmth beneath my hastily arranged scarf, and I kept touching it through the fabric, still marveling at its permanence.

When we entered the manor, Kristina was arranging flowers in the entrance hall. She looked up with a welcoming smile that shifted into something knowing as her eyes tracked to my neck—or rather, to the scarf that didn't quite hide the vivid marks beneath.

"Well," she said, her lips curving with barely suppressed amusement. "The forest air must have been particularly invigorating today."

My face flamed. I pressed my hand to the scarf, mortified, but Kristina's expression held nothing but warm affection. Alfred appeared from the study, took one look at the two of us—my flushed face, Regis's slightly disheveled hair, the way we were standing just a bit too close—and let out a knowing chuckle.

"I see the estate tour was... memorable," he said mildly, though his eyes sparkled with humor. Then his gaze softened as it dropped briefly to where my hand rested protectively over my stomach. "Just remember you're carrying precious cargo, you two."

"We know," Regis said quietly, his thumb stroking over my knuckles.

Kristina crossed to us, reaching out to adjust my scarf with gentle fingers—not to hide the mark, but simply to straighten it. "The mark suits you," she said softly, for my ears alone. Then louder, with a teasing lilt: "Though perhaps next time choose somewhere with softer ground? The moss can be deceptive."

I thought I might die of embarrassment right there.

Alfred laughed outright at my expression. "Don't torment the poor girl, Kristina. We were young once too, remember?" He winked at Regis. "Your mother dragged me into that very same forest more than once, if memory serves."

"*Alfred*," Kristina said, swatting his arm, but she was smiling.

"Why don't you both go rest before dinner?" she suggested, mercifully changing the subject. "You've had a long day."

I nodded mutely, grateful for the escape, and let Regis guide me upstairs. Only when we were alone in his childhood room did I finally meet his eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't mean for them to—"

"Don't." He cupped my face, tilting it up to his. "They're happy for us. That's all."

"But it was my choice too," I insisted, needing him to understand. "I wanted—I *needed* you to mark me again. I couldn't stand the thought of it fading, of you feeling that emptiness—"

He silenced me with a kiss, soft and lingering. "I know," he murmured against my lips. "And that means everything to me."

I leaned into him, feeling the bond hum between us, feeling the mark on my neck pulse in time with my heartbeat. In a week, the full moon would come, and I would give him the moonstone—a gift that would let him carry part of me wherever he went.

But for now, this was enough. More than enough.