Taming the Hybrid Mate: Desired by Five Alphas-Chapter 115: You are mine

Andria’s POV

Her moan vibrated through me, soft yet powerful. "Repeat it," I demanded, my voice rougher than I intended. "Say you’re mine. I need to hear it again."

"I’m yours," she whispered, the words trembling, her scent getting stronger, hitting me till I felt dizzy with lust.

Those two words detonated something deep inside me. My control slipped, my hands exploring her as though I’d been starved of this moment all my life.

She arched into me, her legs parting of their own accord, her body answering with a hunger that matched my own.

Every time she gasped my name, every time she dug her nails into my skin, it set fire to places I didn’t even know could burn.

"I want you to repeat my name, I want you to scream my name as I take you," I demanded, roughly entering into her mound, allowing her wetness to surround me.

"Tristan..." she breathed, almost a plea, nearly a warning.

"You don’t get to push me away anymore," I rasped, brushing my lips across hers. "Not after this. You’re mine, Aria. Mine."

Her eyes locked on mine, fierce and defiant even now. "Then prove it. Don’t just say the words."

Her challenge ignited me. I wanted to prove it, to show her through every kiss, every touch, that she wasn’t just my mate, she was the one part of me that felt right in a world dripping with betrayal.

I promised her silently, with every desperate movement, that I would protect her, fight for her, and never let her doubt again.

Her voice grew softer, breaths broken into fragments. "You’re impossible... but gods, I can’t stop..."

I claimed her lips, silencing the rest of the words that were forming in her pretty lips.

And for a moment, the world blurred, leaving only us, heat, sound, the raw honesty of two people who had been circling each other too long.

My body trembled with release, my chest tight with something heavier than lust. Possession, devotion, a need for her to remain mine for as long as it takes, they all tangled into one unstoppable force.

And then...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The shrill cry of my alarm clock tore through the air like a blade. My eyes snapped open, and I stared at the ceiling for some time before realizing my surroundings. I had thought a lot about Ari and her scent before sleeping, and her presence had followed me to sleep.

I froze, my chest rising and falling fast. Reality crashed down in silence, cruel in its simplicity. Aria wasn’t here. She hadn’t whispered my name. She hadn’t said she was mine.

It had all been a dream.

And yet, my body still throbbed with the memory, my heart still racing like she’d been in my arms only a second ago.

I ran a hand down my face, hoping to clear the memory of last night’s dreamland adventure from my eyes, groaning under my breath.

The taste of her lingered in my mouth like a phantom, the heat of her touch clinging to my skin. Dream or not, it felt real. Too real, and today I wondered how I would think if I met her in school today.

I got dressed and headed to school. Today was electives day, and as usual, we had chosen different elective courses.

As I got to the classroom, Aria wasn’t in school yet. I didn’t know why my eyes were scanning the room for her.

As I settled down, I realized that I had swapped my literature jotter with my economics jotter; therefore, I had to go back to the locker room to get the right note.

I hissed as I got up from my seat. As I hurriedly walked to the door, I bumped into her, Aria.

She seemed to have this thing with bumping into her mates. When Aven narrated the first day he had met her, he said that she had bumped into him.

"Bumping into me this time?" The question left my mouth before I noticed.

She seemed rooted to the spot for a few seconds, staring at my chest, and that made me smile. As if she recognized herself after I said those words, she took a few steps backwards.

I left the class and headed to the locker room, my heart beating loudly out of my chest. I knew Aria was avoiding us.

I also learned that we had provoked her in her last maths class, and I had this dream about her that wouldn’t let me concentrate, and I knew I had to make things right between us.

I walked back to the class after securing the right notebook. I spotted her seated with her friend Becca. It was great to see her again after her recovery.

There was a blank seat just close to Aria, and of course, I walked to sit down there beside her.

"And finally, I get to sit beside you, isn’t that great?" I said, a smile crawling up my face. I was excited to sit next to her, and I just couldn’t take my mind off my dream about her.

I didn’t expect her to warm up to me, and that was why I wasn’t surprised by her reply. After some back-and-forth between us, we agreed.

And for the first time, I saw her blush hard and chuckle as well. Her smile mesmerized me like the smile born out of one of my wet dreams about her.

If only she knew how obsessed I was about making her mine, and sometimes, I never want to have to share her, even with Damon or Aven.

I couldn’t help staring at her, even when she licked her lips. I could only imagine her lips on mine, and my heart kept hammering against my chest.

I could perceive her faint scent, and it was driving me crazy. I didn’t realize that I was lost in staring at her.

At some point, I had to bring up the topic of her roommate, who was rushed to the hospital because she attempted suicide, but she brushed it off; it seemed like a delicate topic to her, so I let it slide.

When the bell went off, I was the happiest, and as if Becca got the memo, she left us to ourselves.

"You didn’t have to walk me out," she said with a firm tone, clutching her bag to her side.

I raised a brow at her. "I didn’t say I was walking you out. I just happened to be heading the same way."

"Really?" I narrowed my eyes. "You don’t know where I’m headed, so how are you heading there?"

I knew exactly where she would be headed at a time like this.

My steps slowed. "Oh well, I can guess where you could be heading. There’s no other place you would love to be in now, other than the hospital where Mel was admitted. And I advise that I go with you, especially now."

She cut me off, "I don’t need a babysitter, Tristan. I’ve been taking care of myself long before you decided to swoop in with your promises and pinky gestures."

Those words hurt like hell, but that’s Aria; she was a feisty little wolf.

And there we go again; she was always so adamant, and at last, after a series of back-and-forth, I had to let her be.