The room was filled with a soft, ethereal glow, the moonlight filtering through, casting long shadows across the floor. Jaden's heart pounded in his chest, a drumbeat of anticipation and fear. His body, betraying him in the most primal way, was alive with a thrill of heat he hadn't felt in years. The scent of his own arousal filled the air, thick and intoxicating, a scent he hadn't released since before Marcus.
Ranulf stood at the foot of the bed, his presence commanding and imposing. His golden-brown skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, highlighting the sharp planes of his face and the intensity of his eyes, which now glowed with an ember-like heat. His tightly curled hair, damp and tousled, framed his face, and his full lips parted slightly. Jaden's breath hitched as he took in the alpha, his body remembering the feel of Ranulf's touch, the way he had anchored Jaden's world.
A low growl vibrated from Ranulf, a sound that sent shivers down Jaden's spine and ignited a spark deep within his core. Jaden's body quivered, his skin prickling. His hands trembled as he reached out, not to push Ranulf away, but found himself arching toward the alpha's touch, his body craving the connection.
Ranulf's hands were firm and commanding, tracing the contours of Jaden's body with a possessive hunger. Each touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through Jaden, his mind reeling from the intensity of the sensations. His body was already surrendering, succumbing to the primal instincts that demanded satisfaction.
The overwhelming rush of pleasure consumed Jaden as Ranulf's touch became more demanding, more insistent. Jaden's fear and desire swirled together, his words lost in the heat of the moment. His resistance crumbled, and he lost himself in the intoxicating rush of being desired completely, his body and mind surrendering to the primal instinct.
Ranulf's lips captured Jaden's in a fierce, claiming kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of Jaden's mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of passion and hunger. Jaden moaned into the kiss, his body arching against Ranulf's, seeking more, needing more.
Ranulf's hands roamed Jaden's body, exploring every curve and plane, as if rediscovering a long-lost treasure. His touch was both gentle and demanding, a contradiction that left Jaden breathless and wanting. Ranulf's lips trailed down Jaden's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of marks that branded Jaden.
Jaden's hands fisted in Ranulf's curls, holding him close, desperate to keep him there forever. The sensation of Ranulf's body against his, the heat of his skin, the hardness of his muscles, it was all too much and not enough at the same time. Jaden's body ached with need, a need that only Ranulf could fulfill.
Ranulf's hands found their way to Jaden's hips, gripping them tightly as he positioned himself between Jaden's thighs. The feel of Ranulf's hardness pressing against him sent a shudder of anticipation through Jaden. He wrapped his legs around Ranulf's waist, urging him closer, deeper.
Ranulf entered Jaden with a single, powerful thrust, filling him completely. Jaden cried out, the sensation of being stretched and claimed overwhelming him. Ranulf paused, giving Jaden a moment to adjust, his eyes locked on Jaden's face, searching for any sign of discomfort.
It's been so long since he'd felt this way, and he missed it. Ranulf felt very different from the other alphas.
Ranulf began to move, his hips rolling in a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through Jaden. Each thrust was breathtaking, a reminder of who Jaden belonged to. Jaden met each movement with his own, their bodies moving in perfect sync; Ranulf already knew him completely.
The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure: the wet slapping of skin against skin, the ragged breaths, the moans and cries. The scent of their arousal mingled, creating a heady perfume that heightened every sensation.
Jaden's body tensed, the pressure building to an eruption. Ranulf's movements became more urgent, more demanding, his body claiming Jaden's with a ferocity that left them both breathless. Jaden's climax hit him like a storm, waves of pleasure crashing over him, leaving him gasping and shaking.
Ranulf followed soon after, his body shuddering. He collapsed on top of Jaden, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
As the haze of heat began to thin, Jaden lay shaken and confused, his body sated but his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He was terrified of how much he had enjoyed it, of the way his body had craved Ranulf's touch. The line between fear and desire had blurred, leaving him to drift in a sea of uncertainty and longing.
Ranulf rolled off Jaden, pulling him close, their bodies still entwined. Jaden rested his head on Ranulf's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, a reminder of the life they had shared and the life they could have again. Despite the confusion and fear, Jaden felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging that he hadn't felt in years. In Ranulf's arms, he was home.