Bound By Moonlight to My Mates (by Sofange Daye) novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Charlotte

I wake to an unbearable heat. Jake’s arm is slung heavy over my waist, and Damon’s hand is curled around my thigh. The mattress dips under their weight, their bodies pinning me in place like warm iron bars.

A soft yet deliberate sound draws my attention, and the scent of raspberries fills my nose.

Theo is there, looking like a shadow carved from moonlight. He leans against the bedframe, hands shoved into his pockets, and his black hair falling into his eyes. He smells good, so good. A reminder that there is one mate that I have yet to claim.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I whisper.

He tilts his head, but his expression is unreadable. “I couldn’t stay away.”

Jake and Damon stir beside me. Their skin prickles when they realize we are no longer alone.

“Go,” Damon growls. “She doesn’t want you here.”

I wrinkle my nose because that is the exact opposite of what I want. “Damon,” I hiss. “I belong to him,too.”

Jake tilts my chin, so I am looking at him. “You aren’t property.”

I try to smile, but the tension in the room is making me nervous. While the three werewolves are somewhat willing to accept one another, none of them are willing to accept Theo. They treat him as if he is a plague.

Theo lifts a hand, seemingly surrendering to them, but his voice comes out sharp. “Step outside. I need a moment with her.”

Jake growls and Damon mutters a curse, but something in Theo’s tone makes them obey. Jake’s eyes linger on me before he slides off the bed, and Damon snarls low but follows. They curse as they get dressed, slamming the door behind them.

Silence falls between us.

I clutch the blankets to my chest, unsure if I am ready to expose myself to him or not. Memories of the waterfall flutter through my mind, making me forget the ache between my legs from the night I spent with Jake and Damon.

Theo moves closer, stopping at the edge of the mattress. His cat–like pupils focus on me, reminding me of his demon inside. “You’re supposed to be theirs,” he says quietly. “Not mine.”

The way he looks at me is dangerous, like he is willing to burn the world to keep me, but something is holding him back.

“Supposed to be,” I echo his words. My heart thuds awkwardly in my chest. “But you came to me anyway.”

His jaw clenches, showing a pulsing vein in his throat. “Because I am weak. Because I…” He swallows, looking afraid. “Because I love you, Little Cricket. But staying away is the only way to keep you alive.”

His confession sucks the air from my lungs. “What if I don’t want to live if you aren’t in my life? When Tala told me I had to choose a mate, I immediately chose you. Even though you have pushed me away at every turn. You are mine, and I am yours. And I get the odd feeling that it has always been that way.”

He shifts from foot to foot before lowering himself onto the bed beside me. I let the blankets fall to my waist, but his eyes never stray from mine.

“You don’t know what you are asking.”

“You say you need to leave,” I whisper. “But not now. Not today. Stay with me.”

“I won’t,” he breathes out.

I reach for him. He flinches like my to burns, but he doesn’t pull back.

“If you must go. Please,” I whimper. “Just a kiss before you go.”

Theo’s eyes flicker shut, and when they open, they are amber. He kneels on the edge of the mattress, one hand cupping the back of my head. “A single kiss,” he says, like he’s testing the idea.

He bends, and our mouths meet, soft at first, then fierce and hungry. It is everything we’ve been choking down for the weeks. since the waterfall. His fingers tangle in my hair, holding me close. The taste of him is dark and electric. But most of all, it is a warning.

“Cricket,” he growls against my lips. “This is a mistake/

“Then make it,” I whisper.

Theo’s restraint unravels. He pushes me gently but firmly back into the pillows. His mouth trails down my neck, his teeth scraping where my marks have already claimed me. His touch feels like ice and fire, ecstasy and pain. My hands slide under his shirt, tracing the hard planes of his back.

He pins my hands above my head while he nibbles all my skin. My blood rushes to the surface, and he licks it away. What should be painful only makes my body sing for more.

My hips rise off the bed, desperate to fill him between them. A growl rumbles my skin, and my heart stutters with excitement. His mouth circles my nipple, sucking and claiming, making me call out his name. He groans with approval, moving to the next.

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