The Human Among Wolves Chapter 189

Zayn

I broke the kiss just long enough to murmur her name against her lips. "Aurora," I breathed, my voice rough with need. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, pulling her hips flush against mine so she could feel how hard I already was, my cock straining against my jeans.

She gasped, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine, dark and hazy with the same hunger burning through me. Without another word, I scooped her up, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively as I carried her toward the bed.

I lowered her onto the mattress, following her down and pinning her beneath me. My mouth found hers again, but this time my hands were bolder, sliding under her hoodie to push it up and over her head. She arched into my touch, helping me tug it free, leaving her in just a thin tank top that did nothing to hide the way her nipples pebbled under the fabric.

"Zayn," she whispered, her fingers threading through my hair as I trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her collarbone.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants and yanked them down, taking her panties with them in one swift motion. She kicked them off, spreading her legs for me without hesitation.

Fuck, she was beautiful. Her pussy was already glistening, slick with arousal, and the sight of it made my mouth water. I settled between her thighs, gripping her hips to hold her steady as I leaned in. My tongue flicked out, tracing her folds slowly at first, savoring the taste of her—sweet and salty, all Aurora.

She moaned, her back bowing off the bed as I licked her deeper, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue. Her hands fisted in the sheets, then in my hair, pulling me closer. I sucked her clit into my mouth, teasing it with gentle pressure while sliding a finger inside her. She was so wet, so tight, clenching around me like she couldn't get enough.

"Oh god, yes," she panted, her hips rocking against my face. I added a second finger, curling them to hit that spot that made her cry out, my tongue working relentlessly. I wanted to make her come like this, to feel her shatter against my mouth before I buried myself inside her.

Her breaths came in short, desperate bursts, her thighs trembling around my head. I could feel her getting closer, her pussy fluttering around my fingers. "Zayn, I'm—fuck—" Her words dissolved into a sharp gasp as she came, her body convulsing, juices flooding my tongue.

I didn't stop until she was limp and whimpering, oversensitive. Only then did I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I stripped off my shirt and shoved my jeans down. My cock sprang free, throbbing and leaking pre-cum at the tip. Aurora's eyes locked on it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"I need you," I growled, positioning myself at her entrance.

She nodded, reaching for me, and I thrust in with one hard stroke, burying myself to the hilt. She was still pulsing from her orgasm, gripping me like a vice, and it took everything not to come right then.

I set a brutal pace, slamming into her over and over, the bed creaking under us. Her nails raked down my back, urging me deeper, her legs locked around my waist.

"Harder," she demanded, and who was I to deny her?

I pounded into her pussy, feeling her walls milk my cock with every thrust.

Sweat slicked our skin, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that built fast and fierce. She came again first, clenching around me so tight it pulled me over the edge. I groaned her name, spilling deep inside her, pulse after pulse until we were both spent.

I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms. She nestled against my chest, her breathing evening out as I kissed the top of her head.

We stayed like that for a long while.

Her body fit against mine like it always had, warm and familiar, her head resting on my chest while my arm lay loosely around her waist. The room had gone still, the kind of silence that doesn’t press in but settles—heavy with shared breath, shared presence.

My heartbeat gradually slowed beneath her ear, and her breathing evened out, soft and steady.

I traced idle patterns along her arm with my thumb, not really thinking, just grounding myself in the fact that she was here. That she was real. That for this moment, nothing else was demanding my attention.

Eventually, she shifted.

Not pulling away—just enough to lift her head and look at me. Her hair spilled forward, brushing my collarbone, her expression thoughtful instead of sleepy.

“He didn’t say anything about my eyes,” she said quietly.

I frowned slightly. “Who?”

“Theron,” she replied. “He didn’t say anything about them.”

For a second, I just stared at her. Then I couldn’t help it—I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head as I looked up at the ceiling.

“We just had sex,” I said, amusement threading through my voice, “and you’re thinking about your father?”

Her lips twitched, but she didn’t smile fully. There was still something turning behind her eyes, something unsettled.

I looked back at her, my expression

softening. “Rory,” I murmured, brushing my thumb along her jaw, “there are a lot of things we’ll unpack. Not tonight.”

She studied me for a moment longer, then slowly lowered her head back to my chest, as if deciding to let the thought rest—for now.

I tightened my arm around her just a little.

*** * ***

I opened my eyes.

For a moment, I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe too deeply. Something was off—not sharp enough to be panic, but wrong in a way that settled into my bones.

The ceiling above me wasn’t white stone veined with age like the academy’s dorms. It was dark wood, carved with familiar sigils I hadn’t seen in so long. Old ones. Symbols etched so deeply they cast shadows even in low light.

My bedroom.

Not the one I had chosen later in life—but the one I grew up in.

The bed beneath me was too large, the mattress firm in a way I remembered instantly. Heavy curtains framed the tall windows, pulled back just enough to let moonlight spill across the floor. A single torch burned in its sconce, steady and deliberate, its flame unmoving as if the air itself had frozen.

I sat up slowly.

Everything was exactly where it had always been. The stone dresser against the far wall. The weapons rack—empty now, but still standing. The faint scent of smoke and iron, pressed into the room like it had never left.

The door creaked.

Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just enough to announce that someone had entered without asking permission.

I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“You always did sleep like nothing could touch you.”

Zade’s voice slid through the room, smooth and amused, carrying with it a familiarity I despised.

I turned.

He stood just inside the doorway, one shoulder leaned casually against the frame, dark hair loose instead of bound, eyes sharp with satisfaction. He looked exactly as he always had—untouched by time, by consequence.

“How many times did I try?” he continued, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “You’d be surprised. Or maybe you wouldn’t. You were always… difficult.”

My jaw tightened. “Get out.”

He smiled, slow and knowing. “Funny. That’s what you used to say every time I beat you in training.”

He moved closer, boots silent against the stone floor.

“Relax,” he said lightly. “This wasn’t easy. Your mind’s a fortress. Locks on locks. Walls reinforced by instinct.” His gaze flicked briefly, almost thoughtfully. “You were never like her.”

Anger flared hot in my chest. “Don’t talk about her.”

Zade chuckled. “Still protective. Even here.”

He stopped a few feet away, tilting his head as if studying a puzzle he’d finally solved.

“You let your guard down,” he said. “Just for a moment. Comfortable. Happy.”

His eyes gleamed. “That’s all I needed.”

I forced myself to stand, grounding my feet against the floor, even as something deep inside me screamed that this wasn’t right—that I shouldn’t be here.

“You won’t get anything from me,” I said evenly. “Not her. Not where we are. Nothing.”

Zade’s smile didn’t fade.

“Oh, I know,” he replied calmly. “This isn’t about answers.”

He leaned in just slightly, his voice dropping.

“It’s about reminding you,” he said, “that no one is unreachable. Not even you.”