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My fingers moved to my clit, pressing the tender bud as I rocked my hips faster with Brady’s touch continued in my mind’s eye. I moaned out his name as my other hand reached beneath my shirt and cupped my breast.
I pinched my nipple at the same time as my clit, Brady’s voice whispering in my head.
“That’s it, Tinkerbell,” he encouraged. “Show me how you do it. That’s a good girl.”
I moaned again as I pictured him urging me on. It was so clear that I nearly believed he was really there with me. That he was actually watching me. That he was touching me, kissing me.
My back arched, my fingers slipping back down to my clit, then to my opening. I found myself wishing that Brady wasn’t just in my mind at that moment. I almost thought of returning to the library in search of him to finish what he had so clearly started inside of me.
This feeling. This urge to feel him. It was his fault. He had been the one to kiss me. His kiss increased the pull of the bond.
I moaned again as my fingers moved deeper inside me and I thought more of that kiss. I licked my lips and found his taste still there.
I rolled over on my bed, my fingers still inside me as I positioned myself to reach deeper. Brady’s voice still echoed in my mind, the phantom kisses of his lips along my skin sending me into a frenzied heat. My fingers moved faster as my hips matched their movements and again, I heard Brady’s voice in my head encouraging me on.
“Don’t stop. That’s it. That’s my girl.”
“Fuck, Brady,” I moaned to myself, my teeth sinking into my pillow.
I could feel myself getting closer. That deep pressure inside me threatening to break through like a cracked dam in a flood. My eyes closed again, my breathing coming more and more labored as my heart raced in my chest.
The edge came closer the more I went, and my teeth sank deeper into my pillow as an image of me marking my mate came to mind.
I cried out with that image, my body shaking from the intense pleasure as feathers from my pillow filled my mouth and floated around my head.
My chest heaved as I rolled back over to my back, my hands resting on either side of my head as my body reeled with the waves of pleasure. I didn’t move until my body calmed, and only then did I take in the destruction of my pillow around my bed.
I cursed myself for losing control like that and ruining the goose feathered pillow. It was my own fault for rejecting the bond all this time. It was a blessing that it was only the pillow I had torn open like this, sparing Brady from harm.
I pushed myself up off of the bed and walked over to the dresser that held my clothes. After putting on my nightgown, I turned my attention to cleaning up the feathers from my pillow.
“I suppose this is what happens when you go this long holding back from a known mate bond,” I mused to myself as I stuffed the feathers back into the torn pillow before setting it aside to dispose of in the morning.
I sank back into my bed, staring into the emptiness of the room, my thoughts inevitably drifting back to Brady. His questions from before echoed back in my mind, and I pondered the real question he had wanted me to answer.
“Maybe,” I thought aloud, my voice a hesitant whisper. “Maybe the bond is a chance for something more. Something bigger than both of us.”
The admission resonated within me, a quiet acknowledgment that carried both hope and uncertainty. I traced the edge of the rumpled bedspread as I contemplated my own words.
Brady drifted back into my thoughts. Not the man he was today, but the boy who had been the bane of my existence. How had that boy now turned to a man whose slightest touch left a permanent mark on my soul? I felt the part of me that fought against the bond still fading farther into my mind. My wounds are mere scars, yet still sore even after all these years. Still, my mind was filled with thoughts of a future I had never imagined.
The moonlight filtered through the curtains behind me, casting a soft glow on the room. My fingers continued to trace the patterns of the bedspread in an attempt to keep myself grounded as the intangible pull of the mate bond began to rise again.
I really thought about what the mate bond meant. How it had affected Paige and Nyte. The way it brought together so many people in rough ways, yet they seemed to work out in the end.
It wasn’t like I expected myself to be special or anything. I knew there was a possibility of some kind of test involved with finding my mate. I just thought that the test would be more like Nyte and Paige’s test. The test to trust one another with anything.
I paused. A test of trust. It was exactly like my Alpha and Luna’s bond. How much more could you test my ability to trust my mate than to force me to forgive him for his past actions and believe that he had truly changed?
A soft breeze stirred the curtains then, as if nature itself were confirming my revelation. I stood and walked over to the window and gazed up into the moonlit night sky. The silver glow bathed the world in an ethereal light, and with that light, visions of a possible future with Brady danced before my eyes.
I could feel the world hold its breath around me. The Fates themselves seem to wait with baited breaths for my final decision on the path they have chosen for me. I pushed back against the lingering doubts, the nightmarish memories of my childhood taunts. I could feel the weight of it all fall from my shoulders.
With a deep breath, I reached for the window and pulled it closed. The latch clicked into place and I smiled back up at the moon as my decision was finally made.
“It’s time to stop fighting the inevitable. Time to accept this path and see what The Fates have in store for me. Maybe this bond to Brady is exactly what I’ve been missing in my life. Maybe he is the only one who can truly heal the wounds of my past.”
Chapter Eight
