The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven - Chapter 319

Chapter 319: She is All Mine
Draven.

I watched Meredith’s back disappear as she shut her door. And I let my gaze linger on for a moment before walking straight into my bedroom.

I wasn’t oblivious to my wife’s situation—her heat. The scent hit me first, sweet, sharp and unmistakable.

I had already caught it at dinner, the way her heat curled in the air like smoke no one else could see.

And Rhovan had confirmed it with a low growl in the back of my mind: “She is burning for us.”

I had said nothing to that. Instead, I had taken my time, letting Meredith squirm under the weight of her own desire, curious as to how long she could endure it.

By the time I stepped into my shower, I was already smirking to myself, water pounding against my skin as I thought of my wife’s flushed face across the table during dinner.

‘If she wants me,’ I told myself, ‘let us see how far she is willing to go.’

I dried off my body, ran a hand through my damp hair in the bathroom and tugged on something simple from my walk-in closet before heading back into the bedroom.

And then I stopped dead at the sight before me.

Meredith was here, sitting on the edge of my bed like she had always belonged there, draped in silk the exact shade of her eyes.

The fabric clung to her body, thin straps sliding over her shoulders, the hem barely grazing her thighs. Her robe was gone.

Her silver hair fell loose and unrestrained, spilling like liquid light down her back.

Her legs—pale, smooth, endless—crossed delicately, but not enough to hide. She wasn’t hiding.

For a heartbeat, I only stared, trying to understand how she slipped into my bedroom without me hearing her come in.

But contrary to my thoughts, Rhovan growled in satisfaction. “Finally.”

My jaw tightened, but I felt the corner of my mouth twitch upward. So, this was how far she had chosen to go?

Meredith didn’t flinch with my eyes locked on her.

She sat there on my bed, steady and unyielding, though I could see the faintest tremor in her hands where they gripped the edge of the mattress.

Her breath caught as I slowly stepped closer, as my deliberate strides filled the silence between us.

“Meredith…” My voice came out rougher than I intended. “I thought you wanted to spend tonight alone?”

Her eyes lifted to mine, glowing faintly violet in the low light. “You were mistaken. We will spend the night together.”

There was no hesitation or second thoughts from her.

The air thickened, her heat wrapping around me in waves, sweet and consuming. I felt it crawl beneath my skin, quickening my blood.

Stopping just before her, I reached out and cupped her jaw, tilting her face up toward me. Her skin burned under my touch as her pulse raced against my thumb.

“You came into my room,” I said lowly, searching her face. “Dressed like this. Sitting on my bed. Do you understand what that means, Meredith?”

Her lips parted. For a second, I thought she might falter. But then her chin lifted the slightest inch. “It means I’m all yours. Completely.”

The words punched the air out of my lungs. For all her stubbornness, for all her pride, here she was wanting me to claim her.

I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers, soft at first, tasting her hesitation, her courage, the tremor of her breath. And she kissed me back, urgently, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt.

I deepened the kiss as I pulled her closer, sliding an arm around her waist, feeling the silk give way to the warmth of her skin.

Her heat pressed against me, fierce and demanding, every inch of her body screaming boldness where once there had been hesitation. I hadn’t expected what she did next.

Meredith shifted, her hands pressing lightly against my chest as she moved to straddle me, her silk brushing across my thighs like fire.

My breath caught, and for a moment, all I could do was stare at her—at the woman who once stood so far from me, now sitting on me, claiming this moment.

Her lips traced along my jaw, feather-light, until she reached the corner of my neck. She lingered there, breathing me in. Then, the warmth of her tongue flicked against my skin, slow and deliberate.

“Meredith…” My voice cracked, rough and warning, though my body betrayed me by leaning closer into her touch.

Then she whispered against my skin, bold and trembling all at once. “What would it feel like… if you marked me?”

The question gutted me instantly.

I caught her chin, forcing her to lift her gaze to mine. Her violet eyes shimmered with something fierce, something vulnerable, and it twisted something deep in my chest.

“Do you really want this tonight?” I asked quietly, every word heavy. “If I mark you, there’s no going back. And you should know—it will hurt. The pain is sharp, but what follows…”

I exhaled, brushing my thumb over her cheekbone. “What follows is connection. A bond stronger than anything else. You will hear me, Meredith. Even when we are apart, our thoughts will touch. Our hearts, our wolves—they will be one.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t look away. She held me there, steady and unflinching, even as her fingers curled tighter into my shirt.

“I want it,” she whispered, her lips trembling but her voice resolute. “I want you. All of it. Tonight.”

For a long moment, I simply held her gaze. Her courage humbled me. She had no idea how much I wanted this too—how long I had restrained myself for her sake.

But I also knew the truth: the mark would burn, no matter what. The pain would cut through her before the bond soothed it. If I could soften that for her, even a little, I would.

“Then let me ready you first,” I murmured, my voice lower than I intended.

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t move or try to resist. Her trust was absolute, and it undid me.

So, I leaned forward, brushing my lips against hers, slow at first, until she responded—soft, eager. My hands slid to her waist, drawing her closer.