My Wild Beast-Chapter 158: Celebrating the Night

The jungle opened around them, vibrant and alive beneath the moonlight. Yoa leapt from one branch to another, his strength sure and graceful, the wind whipping through their hair. Nova clung to him, laughing as they slid along the thick vines and moss-coated boughs. The scent of the forest, the earth, sweet fruit and rain filled the air.

"Do you ever tire of showing off?" She called between laughs.

He grinned at her. "Not when it makes you smile like that."

They reached a high ridge where the canopy opened, revealing the silver stretch of the sea. He paused there, letting her down gently. The world was quiet except for the distant hum of the celebrations all over the island and the rustle of leaves.

She settled herself down, parting her legs so he could step between them. His cheek came to rest against the inside of her thigh, arms folding over her legs until it felt like she was completely surrounded by him.

Nova turned toward him, eyes glinting in the moonlight. "You always bring me back here," she murmured with a soft smile, aware he’d done enough socialising, which was a lot for him, for one night.

They had one of few hideouts that Atia and Aiyana weren’t aware of, and that’s exactly why they were here now. Not that the other two looked like they would be departing any time soon to find them.

"It’s the one place I can breathe," he said, voice low, "and you’re the reason why."

Yoa drew her closer, his hands resting against her back, tracing the circular marks of the jaguar painted along her skin. She tilted her face up to his, and the space between them dissolved.

Moonlight poured through the branches as the wind rose up to brush their hair back as their kiss carried unspoken things, relief, gratitude, and the echo of battles they’d been through together.

When they parted, neither spoke. Their eyes remained on each other, drinking each other in.

Yoa brushed a stray curl from her face, his thumb lingering against her cheek. "I’m so proud of you," he said quietly. "The island feels lighter, and the people might not know what you did but they sense it too. They are grateful to you, as am I."

Nova smiled faintly, her throat tightening from his words, unable to respond properly. Yet, there was no awkwardness. There never was.

His hand found her face first, calloused fingers brushing the edge of her jaw, as though memorising her all over again. She met his gaze, the soft fire behind those golden-red eyes melting the last of her restraint. When his thumb stroked across her lips, she caught it gently, her breath shivering against his skin.

Neither spoke. The silence was its own kind of language, one they had always understood better than words.

Yoa leaned up until his forehead was pressed to hers, his breath steady and deep, grounding her in the present. She leaned into him, her hands finding their way to his shoulders, tracing the faint lines of strength that tensed beneath her touch.

Their lips met, slow and unhurried, like the tide reclaiming the shore. His hands skimmed her sides, drawing her closer until her legs wrapped around him while his earthy, spicy scent wrapped around her. Her fingers curled into his hair, her sigh dissolving against his mouth.

The wind softened as the first drops of rain splattered over their faces, trickling down their chests before a light drizzle poured over the forest, like a quiet hush. The faint glow from the jungle below pulsed like a living heartbeat in rhythm with theirs.

Hands moved along each others bodies, gripping and teasing, Nova’s breath came harder as Yoa’s devilish mouth lowered, marking her body with his tongue, smearing some of the jaguar spots on her skin where his touch ignited sparks from her core.

Her body rested against the cool rock, back arching on a sudden moan, fingers clawing into Yoa’s hair. Her cries built up, hushed by the rain that dampened her clothing, her hair clinging to her face and cheeks. Yoa looked up from between her thighs, golden-red eyes darkening with the low rumble of his voice.

His hair plastered to his face, chest heaving, with raindrops trickling down each contour of his taut muscles, he looked like a god, so masculine and wild, and all hers.

His face dove back between her thighs, hands spreading her legs wider, keeping them apart until he ravaged her, making her scream his name, scream out, she was his, until he finally, allowed her to fall apart. The moment pleasure crashed over her, the golden geometric patterns thrummed to life at her head falling back against the rock.

Nova’s eyes snapped open at the rippling affect of the golden patterns whooshing along the island before fading out as she caught her breath.

Speechless, she almost couldn’t catch her breath as Yoa lifted her and she cried out again, her voice muffled by his mouth crashing against hers and then they were falling.

The ground rushed up to meet them, the wind whooshing around their hair as he sheathed himself inside of her. "Yoa!?" Nova moaned, but terror gripped heart.

He smirked, and they suddenly came to a halt. Nova gasped, head falling back at how remarkably deep he was. She was impaled on him, hanging suspended in the air, feeling every single inch of him. Slowly, she lifted her head, mouth parted, barely breathing from the exquisiteness, and that she’d completely lost herself on him while they’d been ’falling to their deaths’.

Only now could she see the vines.

"Like that?" He grinned against her neck, nipping and sucking there.

"You! You!" Nova had no words. She didn’t want to curse at him because he was actually right. The rush, the exhilaration and then feeling him so deeply like this, it was ridiculous. Her cheeks flamed from the whole situation.

Yoa burst into laughter and embraced her tighter. "Then I will do it again," he purred into her ear. "Only if you ask for it next time..."

"Next time," Nova huffed, pouting. "Like there will be ... a ... next... mmm... time..."

Her words failed her as he moved agonisingly slowly. Her hips betrayed her, and that’s how she ended up mating with Yoa suspended in the air, in the middle of the forest until they both cried out in ecstasy.