Explosive Fireworks

***WARNING*** Sexy Times

Zayne did not need to look where Aubrianne's eyes went. As a matter of fact, he was even more turned on by her concern for HIM.

It is true. Zayne would have the worst time of his life. He had never experienced it, but he heard of it, and Aragorn was already frantic to claim her at the ball before everything went to hell.

Then again, on their journey, now because of finding out who Daniel really is. So now he knew Aragorn was on the surface. It would be a battle, but he also knew his wolf was intelligent, too, and knew the repercussions of something like that.

Marking any normal wolf not yet ready to receive any mark could prove fatal. In Aubrianne's case, it was not because she was considered weak or not of age. So those reasons don't apply.

However, in her case, the fact that she was something more and did not have access to all her powers and gifts, once marked, there was no telling what could happen.

Though it might not be fatal, they do not know what would happen with the powers she has yet to access and her gifts.

It was a risk he knew his mate was not willing to take, nor was he, as he would choose for his mate to be at her full potential.

She was a white wolf, whom he would protect with his life, but he needed her to hold her own till he could get to her, whatever their circumstances might be.

Goddess boy, was he speeding, but why stop? He was just getting started and even looking at his beautiful mate, even though he had held and touched her, and Goddess kissed those perfectly luscious lips.

It was still surreal to Zayne. He felt within him that she candidly cared for him and his well-being. She had proven that tonight, even when she refused to let him be arrested or taken to the dungeons.

She was so pure, "Yes, I can." Zayne finally answered Aubrianne's earlier question when she asked if he could handle being unable to mark her.

At least right now.

And as the words left his lips, their eyes locked, Aubrianne's body relaxed, and she breathed a sigh of relief and started moving towards him slowly at first, but then it was too slow, and quickly they both closed the distance between them.

Arms outstretched, they reached each other for a kiss. Zayne, who towers over Aubrianne, bent and grabbed her under her dress to hoist her while she locked her arms behind his neck, but they quickly realized her dress was a knee-length dress that had no stretch whatsoever.

Breaking the kiss and pulling apart, Zayne tilted his head and watched his sexy mate with such intensity, his eyes scorching her, leaving a sweet, warm sensation everywhere his eyes landed.

Heat, warmth, and tingling pricked her skin. Aubrianne gasped at the sensations his eyes could evoke.

Zayne randomly realized, as he eyed her, that he and his mate were matching tonight. Though his suit was long destroyed when he changed into his wolf form, she wore that same color nonetheless.

However, he was not sorry for what he was about to do, even though he could tell it cost thousands of dollars, Zayne held the top of the dress right between her bust and allowed his index finger to switch to claws, and Zanye sliced down that dress as if cutting butter.

Aubrianne gasped, and her chest rose and fell in a rush of anticipation as her elegant, second wear of the night fell to the floor, and she stood before her adoringly handsome hot mate in her lacy blue thong.

Aubrianne was never in her life this happy to have worn proper sexy underwear. Her lips curled seductively.

Zayne stepped back, tilting his head again as he drank in his sexy mate, appreciating her while his eyes flickered from his to Aragorn's.

As they fought for the chance to gaze upon their mate's human form. And she was perfect in their eyes, with silky smooth, creamy skin. She had the most dazzling pair of brown eyes.

It was the most unique shade of brown, trimmed with gray. Goddess, her lips, so plump, so delectable, he imagined himself bruising those lips of hers.

He even wondered what it would sound like and felt like hearing her scream his name in pure unbridled bliss.

He wished to ensnare himself with her as he burned away any traces of that Daniel. It was the least he could do, given the circumstances. If not, she would have been wearing his mark already.

She had the cutest nose, a perfect bust, so perky, and 'our mate is sexy as hell,' Aragorn groaned. His voice was throaty. "Divine Beauty." Zayne whispered.'' Almost breathlessly, he swallowed hard.

At the same time, Aubrianne walked toward him, desiring to rip that shirt right off her mate, and she wanted to unbuckle his pants and..., but Zayne snapped out of his daze and into action at her movements.

He beat her to it, and soon he stood there before her in his boxers.

As he watched his mate like a hawk while she stalked toward him.

Aubrianne's cheeks tinted in a blush as her eyes unashamedly slid to the massive bulge on the side of his thigh going.... for f*cks sake, where was it going? Trying to reach mid-thigh?

And suddenly, it was like a dam burst as Aubrianne squeezed her thighs again. Her eyes fluttered and closed because, this time, it was the onslaught of spasms that pummelled her core in unrelenting satisfaction.

Her knees, Goddess, they were getting weaker.

The bliss was too much; in the waves of delight, Aubrianne closed her eyes, and Zayne watched her. His nose had flared at her arousal, and his tongue darted out of his mouth, then he licked his lips in anticipation.

And his length twitched and grew in size.

"Goddess, you have the most delightful scent I have ever smelled in my life." Zayne tilts his head again and observes her curiously, which is reflected in his tone when he says, "I wonder if you would be the most satisfying thing I have ever tasted?"

Aubrianne could not help but blush profusely under her mate's ravenous gaze. Soon, they closed the distance between them again. Zayne's length had grown more prominent and was becoming stiffer by the millisecond.

He ached with need. It was maddening. His mate was maddening. How badly did he want her?

"Catch me," Aubrianne jumped into his ready and waiting arms. Zayne had perfect reflexes, he brought her up to his lips, and theirs locked in a kiss, and the explosive fireworks began as their skin alighted and were set ablaze.

Both yearning and hungry for each other's touch, as they felt and grabbed their way searching, his hands had hooked under her butt, and she grabbed and held his neck when he'd lifted her up to him.

Aubrianne hooked her legs around his waist while he palmed her round a$$ with one hand, growled lowly in approval, then slid another up her smooth and soft side.

They leave behind a flurry of sparks and sweet splendors everywhere they touch.

They were lost, only the sound of kissing, heavy breathing, moaning, some hissing and grunting.

Zayne clutched a nipple between his fingers, and Aubrianne, who was busy kissing her mate and feeling the outline of his shoulder, while she ran her other hand through his hair.

She moaned into the kiss, making sure to stay upright as she clung to him.

It was music to Zayne's ear. At her reaction, Zayne broke the kiss and dipped his head while he lifted her, and this time, Aubrianne screamed in pleasure as his warm, slick, and tender tongue licked her nipple, and he nipped it soon after, sending a ricochet of sensations throughout her entire being.

"Ahh, yes, Zayne...babyyy." Her tone was breathless and pleading as if to say, 'More, please.'

Aubrianne closed her eyes and flung her head back, holding on to his shoulder and neck while simultaneously thrusting her boobs into Zayne's mouth as much as she wantonly could.

Too much, Goddess. Too much, Aubrianne opened her eyes, and she knew it was blue because she had allowed Leia a peek at their mate.

Plus, she was ravenous but did not get time to reflect as she felt herself suddenly falling.

Only to land on her comfy bed in the middle. When had they reached here? Nevertheless, Zayne reached out and grabbed her, "So, sweet," He growled lowly, very throaty...