Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

Chapter 0515

- Cleo ~

He is not mine, he is not mine.

I need to repeat it to myself internally as his coconut scent cocoons itself around me,

something invisible to the naked eye...yet I feel it, it can't just be me. I can't be imagining the power he holds over me.

I finally have him alone, I need to tell him...but his closeness is doing something to me...making me lose all inner thought, all inner self control.

"Jace." His voice is a longing moan that vibrates across my lips, my eyes slowly lifting to find his flashing between him and that of his wolf.

Green, dark green, green...

I just wanted to be alone, to regather myself but I spent too long away, he's come looking for me. "Jace, you can go..." I take a step back, my eyes turning when my back hits the cabinets behind me. I had no way of escaping.

His aura starts to mix into the already unbreathable closeness between us, a strength similar to the hotel night when I tried to leave.

"Cleo." My name on his tongue sends a bolt of electricity into my bones, I'm too late to bite down on my tongue to suppress the moan that escapes me.

"Don't!" I shoot my hand out in warning, trying to put some distance between us. He shouldn't even be here, his mate was back at the alpha house, he should be with her.

My hand touches his chest, and I push hard against it, trying to force him away from me. Give me enough room to back him up so that I can leave the cabin as quickly as possible.

But when it lands upon his chest, I remind myself just how muscular he is, how strong he truly

memories that I

around my hand, before I am pulled closer into him, the air in my lungs being forced out by the swift movement as I bounce off his

as he pulls my hand to his lips, my eyes fixed on his every movement as he places the back

I can barely hear his voice from the sound of my own

hand moves down my hand to my wrist, his touch leaving a tingling sensation dancing upon my skin. The pull to him intensifies, like something so deep-rooted in me that I

his touch, try to prove to him that I am above this now...above the silly schoolgirl crush. Soul penetrating eyes that darken

demands out with a low deep voice when his fingers move across

burn upon my

a

"A burn?"

all speech leaving me as he

mouth...his tong

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the wound. My own mouth opens as a euphoric

explain it a charged, frenetic energy pulsating between us and I can no

with

it, knowing it

but

be, how can

it

Feels like heaven.

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tongue forces its way into my mouth, tasting every inch