My Wild Beast-Chapter 96: Her Serakai (1)

Nova followed Yoa’s thumb over the silver marks under her collarbone. She inhaled deeply, and released a long breath as warmth seeped into her chest from where he touched her. The delicate trace of the Serakai mark tingling along her limbs and directing liquid heat in her lower belly.

Eyes heavy-lidded, Yoa’s gaze lingered like a brand on her skin, roaming along her body, heat scorching her skin and seeping deeper. Her nipples hardened and he couldn’t even feel embarrassed for his arousal remained hard and already aching for her. Now more heat flooded his veins, pooling low as his length throbbed beneath her.

Nova suddenly felt parched under that heated gaze, feeling extraordinarily beautiful while bare and sitting on top of him. She’d never felt so comfortable like this and with a man of his size between her thighs, she could only bite her lip, and barely refrain from pouncing on him.

Yoa smirked devilishly, his gaze darkening as though he’d read her mind. Instead of pouncing on him though, Nova held his gaze and lowered her lips, so they brushed over the mark. His breath hitched, and they both moaned softly to the sparks of desire ricocheting in their bodies from the intimate touch. She remained like that, her tongue ghosting over the area as her hand slid between them, her fingers tracing along him, the sensitive, teasing touch causing him to hiss through his teeth.

A groan escaped his lips as she wrapped her hand around him and a smile played on hers.

"Mmm my vixen," he growled, low and seductive, as his hand slid up her throat to the nape of her neck. His touch soft and tender, the roughness of his palm sending a shiver down her spine. Then he gave her hair a firm tug, lifting her mouth from the Serakai mark and claiming her lips in a commanding kiss.

A surprised moan left her lips as took charge of her mouth while she pleased him with her hand before positioning him where they were both aching. Yoa’s hands gripped onto her waist, his fingers spread out as he watched, surprised and not-so surprised now that Nova, his little mouse, wanted to give him as much pleasure as he did for her.

He’d been brought up and taught about how a female needed to be readied first. She’d used her mouth on him yesterday, blowing his mind, and now she straddled him, like a goddess taming a beast. He did not care one bit. The view was spectacular, her soft curves highlighted by the bright stars beyond her body, and his gaze slid to that mark that told everyone she was taken.

Yoa groaned as he watched his mate begin to ride him sensually, taking her sweet time enjoying every inch of him. She took him so well. She was such a tiny thing after all and sank so deeply on top of him. He laid back, not minding one bit as his hands explored her body, worshipping every curve while she moved above him. Sparks danced between them, desire building with each breath, not that it hadn’t already been blooming but it was reaching its peak. When Nova’s grinding began to quicken, his thumb slid down, teasing slow circle over the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

That’s when she went wild, moaning, head falling back, her hips rocking. He lifted his hips up and she gasped, breathless as he hit a spot deep inside of her. Their movements became frantic from then, hips moving, hands gliding along each others bodies.

Yoa spun her over when after she cried out his name and was still trembling, his arousal slick and throbbing as he repositioned them. Then they started again. And again. Positions changing. Their cries calling out in pleasure in the middle of the jungle under the stars.

It was only when the moon began to dip further along the horizon, and light filtered across the treetops with the first few birds awakening at the start of a new day, that they finally collapsed in a panting, sweaty mess. Nova’s lids shut so heavily and quickly the moment her head fell on his chest, her surroundings fading away to exhaustion, and feeling utterly spent and content in Yoa’s arms, knowing full well she was safe and protected in his arms.

Leaves rustled gently in the breeze, their whispering voices layered with bird song and the chittering of insects, the jungle alive with wildlife. There hadn’t nearly been enough hours sleep when she stirred, her body ached and the dull throbbing of her head and heaviness of her eyelids spoke volumes. It had been a while since she’d felt like that—and that was usually lack of sleep from work. Yet the delicious ache he left between her thighs, tender and pulsing, was a sweet lingering reminder of how completely he had claimed her.

But how could she complain when it was because of Yoa, her Serakai. He left a trail of soft kisses along her neck, collarbone and shoulder. It was the brush of those sensual lips brushing lazily along her Serakai marks that roused her. That alone was like their very own natural alarm clock.

A jolt shot through her, fire blooming under her skin, instinct rushing through her bloodstream, drawn by her Serakai’s hunger. But as much as the bond thrummed with the ache to do more, Yoa had enough restraint and awareness of his Serakai’s body pains not do anything else.

He did not wake her to take her again. Nova’s eyes fluttered open, blinking sleepily, her lips curling into a soft smile as she drank in his masculine beauty bathed in the morning light. Oh, it was so blissful to wake to such a sight of her love.

Their lips met, lingering for a moment as they breathed each other in. When he pulled back, Nova couldn’t help but let her gaze move slowly, as if sketching him with invisible ink she never wanted to fade, committing every single detail to memory. The fullness of his cupid’s bow lips, the sharp cut of his jaw, those mesmerizing eyes, the thick furrowed bows, and that wild, untameable mane she loved to tangle her fingers in.

After a few more kisses and shared looks, Yoa scooped Nova up in his arms. She gasped and giggled, hiding her face, expecting to run into Atia or Aiyana. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"They know not to return yet," he murmured in her ear, his voice a low gravel that made her toes curl.

She wondered then as he hopped down to the second floor, not using the ladder, what they were going to do then. Her limbs may be aching, but her sleepiness slipped away the moment he’d leapt off the roof with her. She still clung to him like his feet wasn’t on the smooth wooden floor of the treehouse.

Yoa took her to one of the alcolves, making her snug in another animal hide. "Wait here." He kissed her temple.

"I’m not really sure how I could move... You’ve wrapped me up like a burrito!" Nova called after him and grinned when she heard his hearty laughter spilled through the treehouse, encasing her in warmth like sunlight.

When he returned minutes later, she didn’t question him as he unwrapped her, and dragging his bottom lip between his teeth as he fought the urge to sink into her warmth. Instead, he scooped her up again and carried her back outside. A smile graced her lips when she saw the made bath, the heated rocks already put in place while flower petals floated atop the surface.

"Yoa," she whispered in awe.

He shook his head. "You make me sound like a god. This is the least I can do for you."

With that simple, quiet devotion, he eased them into the warm water. Nova sighed, her muscles melting, the sting between her thighs beginning to fade.

Like that, with simple devotion, he sank them into the warm water, and she sighed as her muscles melted and the sting between her legs started to ease.

Yoa settled into the tub, keeping her nestled against him. "Is it okay?"

"More than okay. Thank you," Nova whispered, her head tipping back, eyes drifting shut as the heat soaked into her skin, her hair slipping beneath the surface of the water.

After comfortable silence, allowing the bond to thrum between them, enjoying each other’s company, Yoa then began to wash her.

"No, it’s okay..." She murmured, but he ignored her, and she gave up being polite, not at all complaining if he wanted to wash her.

She would definitely do the same when it was his turn. And boy, would she enjoy that too. Yoa’s finger brushed along her smirk with a low chuckle.

"I must say, I enjoy your inner commentary," he murmured quietly as he washed along her thigh, lowering between them, taking his time to clean the tender area.

"Mmm," Nova moaned softly, eyes opening to look up at him. She needed to question more about what he meant. Could he really read her mind now? If so, why was she so totally at ease with it? She could sense that it didn’t mean he could hear everything, but she wasn’t tempted to ask just yet about the finer details about the Serakai bond.

She was just enjoying this time with her wild beast.