Bound by fate to the future Alpha.

** Chapter Twenty Eight: Hearts race- Malia's POV

Blake's lips parted mine as we gasped for breath. My heart was racing, and I could feel the thrill of being alone in the house coursing through my veins. My parents were away visiting friends from another pack, so I knew we had the house to ourselves. The thought sent a shiver down my spine as Blake's hands wandered under my shirt, his touch sending sparks flying everywhere.

We stumbled backwards, our lips still locked, until we reached the bed in the my room. I fell onto the soft cushions, pulling Blake down with me. His weight on top of me was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but wrap my legs around him, deepening our kiss.

For a few blissful moments, we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment, our worries and cares forgotten. But as we broke apart for air, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were playing with fire.

Blake must have sensed my unease because he pulled back, his eyes searching mine. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little... overwhelmed."

Blake smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I know the feeling," he said, leaning in to claim another kiss.

“Blake, wait—”

“Too late for that,” he murmured, a playful glint in his eyes. His breath tickled my ear, and I shuddered, wrapping my legs around him as he deepened the kiss.

With urgency, he ripped my shirt, fabric tearing with a satisfying *rip*. “I can’t help it,” he said, his voice rough. “You bring out the wolf in me.”

“Show me,” I whispered, feeling the heat of his touch roaming my body, electrifying every nerve.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

“More than ever,” I replied, my heart pounding.

He smiled, and the world outside faded away, leaving only us and the wildness of the moment.

his hands began to explore my body. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my n*****s harden under his caress.

"You feel so good," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "I want all of you."

As his hands moved lower, my breath quickened. I moaned softly, my body responding eagerly to his touch. "Touch me," I begged, my eyes closing as I surrendered to the sensations.

His laugh, low and rumbling, filled the room. "I will, my love. I'll touch every inch of you." His hands continued their exploration, and I felt myself getting wetter as his fingers brushed against my most sensitive spots.

"Oh..." I gasped, my back arching as his hand found my breast again. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel my knees buckling as my desire grew.

"Easy," he said, his voice steady as he held me close. "We have all the time in the world."

His fingers traced delicate patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine as he ventured lower. I felt his breath on my neck, warm and inviting, as he parted my folds, his touch gentle and probing.

A soft moan escaped my lips as he explored, his fingers skilled and confident. "Oh..." I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed as sensations overwhelmed me. "Don't stop," I begged, my body arching into his touch, urging him to continue the delicious torture.

"You like that?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. His thumb found my most sensitive spot, circling gently, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

"Yes! There!" I cried out, my hands clutching at his shoulders, my body tensing with the need for release. "Please, don't hold back."

He hummed his approval, a deep, satisfied sound that vibrated through me. "I won't," he promised, his voice thick with his own need.

With each stroke and caress, he pushed me closer to the edge, his touch relentless and perfect. I could feel my body tightening, a coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter, ready to spring free.

"Oh, God! I'm—" I cried out, my voice breaking as the climax took hold, waves of pleasure washing over me.

He held me close, his breath mingling with mine as he whispered soft words, riding out the storm of our passion together.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, he held me close, his touch gentle and reassuring. I felt his breath on my skin, warm and steady, anchoring me back to reality.

"Wow," I breathed, my eyes still closed as I savoured the lingering sensations. "That was..." Words failed me, and I could only smile, my heart full and my body sated.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his fingers gently tracing patterns on my skin. "But we're not done yet."

I opened my eyes, met his gaze, and saw the desire still burning bright. "Oh?" I said, a playful smile crossing my lips. "I thought I might need a moment to recover."

He chuckled, low and deep, sending vibrations through my body, sparking new sensations. "I'm not giving you a choice."

Before I could respond, his fingers were back in motion, exploring anew, seeking out every sensitive spot. I gasped, my body responding instantly, desire flaring back to life.

"You're so responsive," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, his breath tickling my skin. "It's incredible."

"You make me feel things," I confessed, my voice breathy as his touch sent sparks dancing before my eyes. "I can't control it."

"Good," he said, his voice firm, taking control. "Let go and feel it all."

His fingers moved with a purpose, coaxing every reaction from my body as if he were playing a finely tuned instrument. I could feel the heat pooling in my belly again, a familiar tension pulling me closer to the edge.

“Please,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, “don’t stop. I need you.” The urgency in my tone surprised even me, but I craved more—more of him, more of this intoxicating connection.

“Trust me,” he replied, his voice deep and reassuring. He leaned in, capturing my lips again, merging our breaths as his fingers continued their relentless exploration. Each stroke, each flick sent me spiralling further into bliss.

I could feel every nerve ending alight, every touch igniting a fire within me. My hips began to move instinctively, matching the rhythm he set, a dance of passion as old as time.

“Just like that,” he encouraged, his eyes locked on mine, filled with a mix of hunger and admiration. “You’re incredible.”

With each moment, the world outside faded completely. There was nothing but the two of us, lost in our own universe, entwined in pleasure and desire.

“Don’t hold back,” I urged, my voice thick with need. “I want all of you.”

His smile was playful, but the intensity behind it made my heart race. “You’ll get all of me, just not yet.”

With that, he pulled me closer, his hands firm on my hips. The teasing promise hung in the air, and I felt a thrill shoot through me. He was in control, but I was no less involved, matching his fervour, riding the waves of sensation he created.

Our breaths mingled, a symphony of gasps and moans as we lost ourselves in each other. I could feel the tension building again, ready to crest like a wave, and I knew this time, I wanted to ride it with him together.

“Now,” I gasped, my eyes pleading as I felt the familiar pulse of pleasure tightening within me. “Please, don’t stop.”