~ELARA~
It was my first time ever sharing a real kiss. I'd kept myself untouched, waiting for Jeremy. You can call it foolish or naïve, but I'd always believed someday, somehow, we'd end up together. Never in my wildest thoughts did I ever imagine my first kiss would be with an Alpha… let alone two Alphas.
And I was human. There's no way the Moonfire Goddess could have made such a mistake, mixing my fate up with the twin Alphas.
I wanted to resist, truly. Every part of me screamed to stop, but my body, even my heart, wouldn't listen to my brain.
The moment Aaron's lips deepened against mine, his soft lips nibbling at mine, slowly, carefully, like I was something he didn't want to break, that moment, something inside me gave way. His warmth pressed against me, his touch rough and also trembling, as if he'd waited forever to lose this control. And I was the only thing making him lose it
When he slowly pulled me down with him on the edge of the bed, his lips still locked with mine, my breath hitched. The air between us thickened, wild and desperate with need. I could feel it all over, the bond, the pull, the ache that was far beyond reason. I knew what this meant. They'd end up marking me, and me? I'd be bonded to them by the will of the Moonfire Goddess.
I didn't want that, but… I also did.
F*ck! I don't know anymore.
But how could I be theirs? How could a human be the mate of the twin alphas?
My back slowly met the bed softly, this time, Aaron's kiss was no longer gentle but full of raw unleashed emotions. Each breath we shared burned hotter. My mind blurred with sensations I couldn't name, his scent, his warmth, the way his hands trailed slightly as if holding back too much at once. My body responded to him, drawn like a moth to flame.
Then, I remembered Hardin. He'd been there all along, just silent, watching, and maybe waiting. When his presence brushed close behind me, a shiver ran through me immediately. His touch was firm, claiming my backside firmly, knitting so hard until I felt his dick pressing against me, like he wanted to claim all of me roughly, but yet, he was careful, and when he whispered my name, his voice low against my ear, something inside me shattered completely.
"Hardin…" I breathed, my voice trembling.
"Say it again, I want to hear you call my name that way," he whispered back, his breath warm against my skin, tingling, releasing a feral heat that could drive anyone crazy.
"Hardin," I breathed again.
That was it… His touch consumed me with fire and frost, plus shadow and storm at the same time. If Aaron's touch was tender but burning; Hardin's was fierce but restrained. Together, they surrounded me, and for a moment, I forgot who I was supposed to be. I forgot everything but them.
"You're my first, Elara," Aaron murmured into my mouth, his voice soft, almost breaking. "I want to do this right."
Hearing that, my heart twisted painfully and started beating faster. My mind spun in chaos.
This couldn't be real. I wasn't meant to belong to either of them, and yet, their pull was stronger than logic or fear itself.
But… still, I answered, "It's… it's my first too," I whispered, though the words barely found their way past my lips.
And in that fragile, burning silence, it felt like fate itself was holding its breath.
The air around us felt thicker, almost electric with every of Aaron's touch scrolling down the space between my back. My pulse wouldn't stop racing, and my breathing came out in shaky bursts.
But, Hardin's control slipped in that moment, he lost every ounce of it. I could see it when I shifted my gaze to look at him, in the way his hands moved roughly against my skin, as he touched every part, each, tearing a moan out of me.
He touched me like a man starved of warmth, his restraint breaking with every passing second. My body burned with every squeeze of my boobs, my heart thudded too loudly in my ears, yet I didn't stop him. I didn't want to stop him. Every nerve in me begged for more, for release from the strange, aching pull binding me to them.
Then Aaron's voice broke through the haze, deep and rough. "Hardin… easy. You'll hurt her."
"I know," Hardin breathed, his voice strained. "But I can't— I can't take it anymore."
The sound of his frustration, the raw honesty in it, only made the tension stronger. I could barely think. The intensity between us crackled with need, with something far deeper than desire.
I didn't know what possessed me when I whispered, "Then stop fighting it. Please… just… do something. The heat is too much."
They both froze, their eyes meeting briefly, and then turned back to me with the same fire mirrored in their gaze. For a long, suspended second, none of them moved. It was like standing on the edge of something impossible, wild, forbidden, and yet fated.
Aaron reached me first, his touch gentle but firm at the same time, his warmth grounding me as he rubbed his cock against my core slowly. My fingers dug into his chest instinctively, and I could feel his heart beating just as fast as mine. Then Hardin's hand found mine, strong and steady, and I felt the connection spark even deeper, almost painful in its intensity.
The moment Aaron tried to push his cock in, a shiver ran through me so strong it hurt like crazy. I couldn't breathe, or think. My heart pounded so wildly I thought it would tear out of my chest. Then came this sharp, deep. ache — sharp, deep, and I gasped, a sound escaping me that felt caught somewhere between a moan and a cry.
"Oh my God, Aaron…" My voice trembled, the pain wrapping around the heat still burning inside me.
His expression changed instantly, fear flickering through his eyes. "Elara, are you okay?" His voice was tight, almost pained, as if he could feel every tremor inside me.
"I'm fine," I whispered, though tears had started rolling down my face. "Please… don't stop."
He hesitated, brushing a hand down my cheek so gently it broke me more than the pain ever could. Then he pulled away, shaking his head. "I can't hurt you, Elara. I'd rather lose control than do that." He turned to Hardin. "Hardin, I can't. I can't do it." He begged.
But before he could move farther, I reached for Hardin instead.
"Hardin…" My voice came out barely above a breath. "Please."
He didn't answer with words. The look in his eyes said enough — hunger, confusion, and something fierce. He came closer, hovering above me, his warmth surrounding me like fire, and in that moment, when he pushed in, I bit down the scream.
The subtle pleasure I didn't feel at first took over.
Everything around us faded, even time itself. All that remained was the pounding of our hearts and the strange, unbreakable bond I tried to fight.
That was it. I let myself get marked by him.