18+ Content.

***

5 months later

Christian's POV

Throughout the centuries, wars had been fought and won; lost and sacrificed, with that preventing the union between those that hid from the sun, and those cursed by the moon. And with every year, the curse of the sun and the moon faded, disappeared, but the hatred between Venedocia and Moondale only grew stronger, with every day that passed.

A union meant breaking the sacred rule, the godly law of both species, and that night, it was I that broke it. I made the werewolf princess mine, a le Boursier, swearing eternity with her and vowing to take her as my wife. Crossing every boundary there once was and making my Lana mine.

It was no longer a lie, no longer a game, no longer a mere claim. Lana le Boursier was my bride, and two worlds conjoined to celebrate that very fact. A hall filled with hundreds of werewolves and vampires, after centuries, under the same roof in the very castle of Venedocia.. There were no longer even myths of those times when such union existed. So we made the historic moment happen.

Perhaps there were many that didn't accept it, many that refused to join such an outrageous breaking of the godly laws.. The elderly, I suppose. But no one was forced to bow to the king of Venedocia, as the two worlds remained separate. Moondale still had its own rules, its own packs, its own rulers.

It was the acceptance that counted. The simple fact that what I had with my Lana was no longer a secret.. No longer a lie, after so damn long. I knew of no rules, no laws nor boundaries when it came to her. I had to have her and after I did, I simply wished for more.. It was desire greater than me, love that was out of my control.

Without a single care that we might be on a verge of a war, I took her for myself. I didn't care what they threatened.. Hell, I was ready for hundreds of wars if that meant making her mine.. But we were lucky to escape that. We were lucky that Khan accepted it and allowed the union.

That night was a wedding greater than the king's had been. Invited guests attended with honor, those that were curious surrounded the castle to witness a beginning of a new era that no one ever considered possible and those that disapproved daren't appear as the vow had already been taken.

But I.. I cared for not a single one of the guests, not even slightly of the ambient or the luxury that the wedding was celebrated in. I only cared for the woman in the white dress. My bride. It was a primitive feeling, really, to be grateful for only her, my Lana.. Grateful that I had made her my wife and proud I was the only one to call her mine.

It was crude desire that gripped me from the very moment I saw her walk down the aisle, towards me, in all that snowy white lace gripping her body, all that silky hair held up underneath that veil that I drew up.. Wild eyes of blues and greens had reflected the same emotion, lips so crimson red that I failed to resist.. And so I had kissed her shamelessly before I was even told to do so.

My mind was no longer at torture because from that night on, she was mine.. The world knew of my love for her, and that's all that mattered. I needn't a damned celebration for that, nor thousands of supporters for our union. I would had made her mine, even if it meant a start of chaos and war.

But it was celebrated, and that brought a smile on my wife's face. So I smiled as well.. Even despite the fact that I couldn't keep my eyes off her that night, that I didn't give a damn about a single person in that hall other than her.. Her, that I wished to scoop in my arms and flee our own wedding.. To spend that time celebrating in our bedroom instead.

I suppose it was part of those instincts that drew me to her in the first place, that need to claim her from the very beginning, even if it meant war. Or I suppose it could be some curse, because I had been intoxicated from the moment I laid eyes on her. But there wasn't a man in all those worlds that wouldn't be driven towards her beauty, that wouldn't fall to his knees before Lana.

That night was no different. Not a single person in the room could keep their eyes off my bride, and I— Damn, I was already one of them. Someone was speaking to me, perhaps even matters that were important, but all I focused on was my Lana..

On the way that lace gripped around her hips, the way her head fell back when she laughed and the way she glanced at me from across the room almost as if she felt my eyes on her. It was enough.. Enough for me to be drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

I excused myself and left the group that continued their chatter, heading towards the one that my wife was standing at, discussing something with that contagious smile on her face, champagne in her hand..

And in my damned mind I wished to take her away that very moment, throw her on my bed and spill droplets of that champagne on her creamy skin just so that I could lick it off her.. Then ravish those lips until they were ruby and swollen and her cheeks were rosy and flushed..Until she was clenching onto my hair and begging me for— Hell, my mind wasn't working properly.

"Excuse me," I had reached her, my hand already going around her arm. "May I steal my bride for a dance?"

"Go ahead,"

Of course, it was Amelia that spoke, smiling as she followed Lana leave her glass somewhere in the waiter's tray, and giving little Annabelle that was settled in her arms a slight adjustment on her hip. The little girl giggled at my bow, watching off as I took my wife's hand and lead her away from the group.

"I'm using every ounce of control in my damned being not to steal you for my bed," My words had her cheeks rosy in seconds, a low laugh of a temptress leaving her throat when I pulled her in my arms on the dance floor.

She knew very well how little control I had around her. Especially that night. That night, something had become even stronger. From the very moment she had walked to me at that altar, something barbaric stirred in me. Her curves, full lips, golden hair.. It all became mine that night. And I seemed to harden even more at the mere thought. Damnation. It was awfully uncomfortable.

"Christian," I pulled her closer to myself, allured by that sweet laugh that left her throat, by the sparkle in her eyes when she looked up at me. "someone might hear you,"

A whisper, a dare, and another reason to pull her closer. All the room knew how I felt for her. I already stole her once. Now, the world could know what she meant to me.. What she did to me. The way she swayed her round hips, the way the her small waist fit in my hands had me suppressing the need to throw her over my shoulder and take her out that hall that very moment..

"Lana," I didn't even know I had leaned closer until I felt her lips underneath mine. An innocent brush was all I could allow myself, because her simple scent stiffened every single bone in my body even more. "From tonight on, you're my wife. Mine, my love. For eternity."

Those words left some dark place in my chest.. Some part of me that wished to claim her forever simply because I could; I could without hiding, without caring. It was becoming ridiculous really, how the way her mouth curled into a smile sent a damn wave of heat instantly up my legs.

"I believe I agreed to that," I placed a kiss on her forehead, barely aware of it.. "when I said those vows a few hours ago."

Her arms went around my neck, those wide eyes of green and smoky blue peeking at me from underneath her dark curved lashes, aware of what she did to me, aware of it from the moment I kissed her in front of the altar. Oh she knew and still she dared me into madness that whole night..

"I few hours ago.." I repeated her words, processing them slowly as if with that I would stay sane. "Damn, it seems like it's been longer than that." When I dared to look down at her again, it took me everything not to lean closer another inch and ravish those daring lips of hers brazenly. "How much more of this are you going to make me take?"

It was a question mixed with some groan that she very much recognized.. I'm certain she could feel the front of my pants very much as well.. Her mistake was that she thought I would go along with her teases when I— I had this crippling necessity to simply take her in my arms and carry her out that very moment.

She gave me a devilish grin. "If we leave—"

"We're the newly wedded. A wedding night is expected."

I was quick to remind, and I knew my wicked bride was not even slightly modest to care what anyone in that room thought.. She was only playing a role for the night, and seemingly very much enjoying the fact that I could no longer resist a minute without having her.

"Everyone would know."

She glanced on the side as if she cared, and my fingers already tightened around that dress. If there were no kids in the ballroom, I wouldn't had been able to resist sliding my hands lower.. Hell, I should've taken her straight to our room right after the altar.

"I want them to know." With another pull, I had her glued against me, had her lips over mine in seconds. I kissed her with the last drip of resistance my body possessed.. A brief, quick, urgent kiss.. "Let them know."

I felt her warm breath against my lips. "We should wait."

"Hell, Lana, does it seem to you like I can really wait until everyone leaves?" My lips moved somewhere over her delicate cheekbone, the silkiness of that porcelain skin. "Do you truly think I can wait a second longer?"

Her response was unmerciful. There wasn't a thing that could make it easier to me, I was aware of that.. But when she released that slow breath, sliding her hands down my chest with all the focus, leaning her head on my shoulder.. Hell, it dared every atom in my body.

"Don't you think it would be disrespectful?" The groan that broke from my throat should had been a response enough.

"Most of the people in this room envy us, Lana," I looked down at her, at the way those eyes glared up at me, the way she nipped on her lip— I've had it. "The hell with that."

If disrespect was her only concern, I damned myself a thousand times for waiting so long and not doing what my whole being longed for.. I scooped her in my arms and with a simple turn, a mere step, I was at the back door. Her dress fell around my arms, but she fit there perfectly, and each time I held her in my arms, the wish to never let go seemed stronger.

Lana was all fierce and recklessness when she stumped around, ready to walk through fire for those that she loved.. But in my arms she was fragile, small, fitting just perfectly against my chest. The silk underneath that lace slid across her skin, spilled around those voluptuous curves when I held her against myself, melting in my arms..

I feared that if I lowered my head to drop a kiss on her lips, I wouldn't be able to stop. And she seemed determined to make me do so as those big eyes looked up at me; something devilish hiding behind that spark in them. She clung onto my shoulder, arm around my neck— Hell, I wished to hold her like that forever.

But my blood rushed through me with urgency, my heart thumped in a rhythm that seemed desperate to match hers, to feel hers.. All I had to do was wrap her legs around my waist instead of holding them, and sink deep inside her. The mere thought sent an aching throb straight to my groin.

"Where are we going?"

She dared to whisper against my neck; not even the slightest concern in her voice that I had taken her out of the castle.. It seemed like my wicked wife cared very little what people would think after all. With the speed I took her out, I wasn't sure if anyone even noticed though.

"It's a surprise."

My arms had tightened around her, the smile that stretched her lips provoking some kind of lust that shook deep in my bones. It was never enough when I was with her. A taste and I was fully maddened. Like toxic. Her love was toxic.. Swirling my brain in the wildest ways.

"A surprise? You didn't mention a surprise.."

"I would've, later tonight, but—" I seemed to had lost all sense of reality because I took her lips, tasted her with all the demand that was burning my skin, and only when I almost lost myself managed to somewhat pull away. "But damn, it's part of the madness I fall into when I'm around you."

Her lips were soft against mine, warm as I spoke.. Her fingers in my hair tightened and her eyes danced with desire. It was eyes of a seductress, framed with the kind of darkness that suggested the same primitive craving that stroke through me.

The groan that broke from my chest was impossible to suspend. "I want you, Lara. I've had to— Hell, in front of that altar it took me every bit of resistance I have not to scoop you in my arms and take you to my room. I barely said those vows without—"

She kissed my neck, her warm tongue sliding across my skin and I was almost unbalanced with lust. It was perhaps that breaking point of my patience, right when we reached our destination, right when she turned her head and saw the surprise.

A slight gasp left those perfect lips of hers, and I knew that soon I'd have all kinds of indecent sounds leaving those same lips.. We were far enough from the castle so that I could finally have my Lana for myself..

So that I could kiss those lips until she forgot her name, inspect every curve and hollow of her body over and over again, until she melted against me, not caring if anyone saw, if anyone heard the screech of my name leaving her throat.

My wife was all for me to ravish, all for me to adore and drive mad with lust. And perhaps that mare thought had me want her like never before. To possess her, eat her, take her, live with her, die with her..

Have a family with her, not because I needed an heir, but so that we would have children together.. With her eyes and her intelligence, the gold of her hair and the fierceness in her steps. So that her deep sweetness could always exist in Venedocia, with some of her blood and a bit of my temper.

She was my Lana. No one could deny that. No one could oppose to that. And I refused to hide it. My love for her was going to live for eternity and beyond.. The world had to know that. That night, the world knew that.

  Lana's POV

"Christian," As I took in the whole view, I felt that gasp leave my throat. "My goodness, what is this?"

I couldn't believe my own eyes.. Before me, the small part of the lake that was surrounded by the large rocks was covered with red petals.. The whole surface of dark blue had taken a pretty crimson color, somewhat covered by the willow as well that hung and swayed just over a part of it. I hadn't a clue that such a magical place even existed, let alone that Christian knew of it.. That he had made one grand gesture out of it.

On the side, I saw a blanket and a few pillows. Of course, Christian was no romantic, so I knew there was someone else involved as well, but he had done one hell of a job presenting it. He allowed me to slide down his body until I found my way back on my feet. For a second, I felt unbalanced. I felt as if my mind had gone blank, or perhaps.. Perhaps it was all a dream.

But it wasn't. I walked a step closer to the water; the secret pool the lake had created so interestingly hidden by the high rocks around it.. The only light was from the luminous moon, and grasped by the mere thought of spending our wedding night there, I felt some sparks of electricity up my legs.

A giggle left some delighted part in my chest, and I covered my mouth immediately. I didn't giggle. I never giggled. Never before Christian, at least. But that grin was still stretching my lips. I could feel bliss tingle throughout my entire body. No, Christian was definitely not a romantic. But he did always have wicked ideas.

Another glance at the petals over the water and my heart melted. "Oh, it's beautiful." I turned to look back at him, following his eyes as he scanned me, as he took in the sight for a second, two.. And it occurred to me. I didn't think we were supposed to give each other wedding gifts. I would've made a grand gesture as well, or— or— "You shouldn't have.."

There was some wicked spark in his eyes that I knew oh so well.. The meaning behind that half smile he gave me.. It sent a wave of heat down my spine. He knew I understood that look behind his eyes, and that simple fact seemed to reddened my cheeks. Each time he looked at me like that felt like the first, but I adored the euphoria that rushed through me.

I watched him walk towards me.. This huge man of vigor and strength, towering over me in a way that I once found annoying. Now I was used to it.. Now, whenever he wasn't close enough, I felt the need to pull him to me, just so that I could feel the warmth of his body near mine, the way it familiar shielded over me.

I realized he had taken off his tux probably while I was still too mesmerized by the surprise.. Elegant shirts on him were something I had yet to get used to.. The way it stretched around his broad shoulders, his muscly chest.. I thought I would find it ridiculous because Christian was not one to be fancy..

But instead, I found myself shocked by the tingles between my legs, the burning ache on my fingertips to touch him, to undo his tie and slide my hands further down his chest.. To feel all that masculinity that radiated from him, to undo those buttons and feel his warm skin underneath my hands.. Kiss it, lick it--

The breath I took in almost quivered. I managed to meet his eyes and saw that my husband -- how strange it sounded to think of him as that -- in fact knew exactly what was going through my head. The grin that stretched his lips confirmed that in fact he knew how to read me far too well.

"I'm afraid I had to.." He took my hand in his and looked down at my palm.. He touched one of my fingers, another, almost as if he was examining them. "Tonight, I broke thousands of sacred laws.. I took my little wolf for myself."

Dark eyes met mine as he brought my hand to his lips, leaving a slow kiss on my finger. "Stole you from your pack.." Another kiss on the finger beside it, and another onto the next one.. "And now I'm going to love you underneath the opened sky, for all the gods to watch.." My body met his when he pulled me closer.. A throaty laugh left me when I processed his words. "And envy me."

With a simple lean,  I was pulled into a kiss so eager, I thought he had guessed every thought crossing my mind. Not once could I think straight when his lips took mine.. He wished to blur my mind with that kiss and he succeeded effortlessly.

He kissed me with demand and possession, with all the desire his body burned with.. Having me clung onto him each time, desperate for more taste as I kissed him back. I felt light and dizzy and wanton after his kisses.. Those hungry kisses that swirled my mind.

"Mm, well, perhaps," I spoke against his lips, running my hands down his hard chest as I stepped back. A hoarse groan left some dark place in his chest when I created more distance, turning towards the water. "this union will anger the gods."

I knew very well what every atom of my being longed for, but found amusement in those growls of his, the way he so boldly expressed his frustration when I moved away.. And he was closer again, closer behind me..

It was our wedding night, and yet I still felt the same skip in my heartbeat when he was near, the same rush of my blood through my veins when he touched me, just like that first night I had spent with him.

"I think they've punished me enough." He stopped behind me and I held my breath. Touch me, I almost demanded. Kiss me, undress me, take me..

The feel of his breath over my bare shoulder, the innocent kiss he placed there had me close my eyes. My blood boiled with desire. It wasn't normal. It wasn't normal to want someone so much. It was true madness that came upon me whenever he was near. It wasn't proper to behave in such way outside, on the opened where anyone could see..

And yet I almost moaned out loud when he pressed his body against mine from behind.. I almost begged for him to rip that dress off me, to— His arm came around my waist, right bellow my breasts, and I almost arched for his touch.. The large rocks give enough privacy, I assured myself. He should— he should take off my dress now.

The breath that left me trembled, my heart pounded against my chest when he toyed with the silky ribbon of my corset, so slowly pulling on it.. I may had played with his impatience, but his attempt to drive me out of my mind was successful too.

I could feel his hard length at my back and my hands trembled with the need to reach back, touch him, just so I could hear his raged breath in my ear, the way I did once I pushed back against him.. Leaning my head on his chest slightly—

"Enough." His lips pressed against my neck, harsher this time; his hands both over the cleavage of the dress now.. "Enough hiding, enough torture,"

And a pull was more than enough to rip open the corset, to react to the gasp that left my throat with a growl of his own. "You're my wife now, Lana. Mine." I held onto the dress as his lips moved against my ear.. He turned me around. "I want the world to know that."

He was right. We've had enough patience, enough resisting, enough hiding. I had him now, he had me too, and every ounce of control left my body with that mere thought. I intended to show him that lust; the kind that shook my bones and had my hands trembling with the need to touch him. To be touched by him.

By a simple tug on the collar of his shirt, I pulled him down closer and put every bit of yearning my body burned with into that kiss. There was always more than just desire when with him.. It was an emotion that my body couldn't escape.. Kissing him, feeling him, and yet still despairing for more.. More of him.

I had to step back.. I had to because otherwise, I would've lost myself from the very start. And I wanted to dare the best of him. I wanted to give him the best of me as well..

A step back was enough.. Enough to open my eyes and see the tall man before me; the man of vigor and darkness in every highlight and shadow of his figure, in every line of his muscles.. The power his mere posture held seemed to pour that desire deeper through my veins; the need to temp him until his eyes darkened with that loss of senses..

Still holding my dress, I reached up slowly enough, noticing his clenched fists as I pulled a pin, then another from my hair, and the locks tumbled down my shoulders.. I held my breath, but my eyes suggested enough.. He did a grand gesture for a wedding night.. The least I could do was back it up.. Drive the wildness out of him.

When I was certain his full focus was on me, I turned around slow enough to play with his patience, and then simply let go of the corset I seemed to be holding with only one hand at that point, allowing the dress down to the ground.

A harsh spasm of passion and excitement rushed through me with the simple awareness of the hunger I had seen in his eyes, the growl that broke from his throat when I dropped the dress.. It set my blood on fire, flooded my senses with some lascivious thoughts at the mere idea of him observing me from behind..

I got to have this wonderful man for the rest of my life. I got to feel his gazes, caresses, kisses for the rest of my life. It was a thought enough to urge me to stay still for a second, to almost shiver of the thought that he was taking in the sight of me with nothing but a brief pair of lace panties and the white stockings to match..

A second.. Two.. And the rush of wind was heard; the sudden grip around my waist turning me, startling me with that speed of his.. A speed that backed me up against the large rock in a brief second, that took in the gasp that left my lips with a kiss of promise and claim..

It woke up something inside me, something that was alive and demanding only when with him; with my Christian.. I found myself clinging onto his shirt, onto its buttons, feeling him leave those delicious kisses on my lips, allowing me to taste him, to return with that same fierce that seemed to be vibrating through my bones..

I pulled and his shirt opened, feeling that groan break against my lips; his body pressing over mine in a way of holding me, trapping me, almost taking me. It was an instincts for my hands to slide down the satin surface of his skin, over the rugged muscles of his stomach until I pressed my fingers against his pants and undid them..

With his arms on both sides of me, hands pressed against the rock behind me, his eager kisses continued their trail down my neck, and despite myself, I couldn't hold back the sounds that left my chest, quivering with the raging beat of my heart..

But I put myself together enough to open my eyes, glance down at where my hands were; one spread against the golden muscles on his stomach, the other over the bulge straining his pants..

"Lana," A warning, a demand, a plead.. All in one. I moved my hand over his length, hearing the strained growl in his chest, the way he lost track of the kisses on my neck and pulled back a bit..

His eyes were closed, his face rigid with pleasure, with need.. His bare chest rose and fell in raged breaths, matching mine.. It was the most erotic sight I had seen.. This large man towering over me, yet melting against me.. His hair — a soft mess on his head, unkempt by my hands only.. And those lips.. Oh goodness, they dared me to lean closer like a fool, wishing another taste, another—

The grip over my wrist was enough to pull my hand away from him.. Enough for him to take over the control.. To quicken my heartbeat and cause a rush of wicked tremors down my spine. With one swift movement, his fingers tightened around the sides of my panties and he pulled..

Easily enough, he had them in pieces.. A technique of his that I had grown used to, yet still found irresistible enough to allow a moan pass my lips loud enough for him to look at me, scan my face and lean close enough for our breaths to meet.

"You seem determined to make me take you against this rock." A slight smile curved my lips, and it seemed enough for him to lose all tolerance he had left. In a split second, with hands over my bottom, he lifted me in his arms; my legs tightly clenching around his hips. "Is that it?"

A slight laugh gurgled in my throat, and it effected him enough to lean me back against the rock. "You can't." I reminded, escaping the intense raven eyes as I nipped on his lip instead. "I'm a lady now, remember? Ladies don't—"

"My lady is daring me far too much for me to resist.." His voice was hoarse and I knew I had achieved my goal.. But then our eyes met and he read exactly what I was thinking. "There's a bed—"

But I didn't want to hear about beds. I was naked in his arms, pressed against that large rock, underneath the opened sky and damned desperate for him. I kissed him instead and with that expressed better than I could with words,

I tasted him, taking him in. My Christian. My husband. A hum vibrated in my throat with that thought and he kissed me deeper, maddened by the way I pulled on his hair and demanded more.. Just more.

And then he entered me, filled me, fit into me with one perfect thrust, perfect slide.. There was a gasp leaving my lips at the feel of his length so wonderfully filling that I almost failed to meet his eyes.. But I did, I did the very moment when another one of his sharp groans broke free as he thrust home once again.. Again and again.

"Goodness, Lana," He then found another few words, rough words, low words.. Those between a prayer and a cuss.

While all I could do was hold him— hold onto him with my arms around his neck, my body melting against his, burning against his.. I failed to keep my eyes opened, my head straight.. Not with that rhythm he caught, with that strength he pounded; fingers buried against the flesh of my hips, lips vibrating against mine, allowing murmurs, promises, ridiculous prayers leave him.

I pressed my head back, feeling his warm kisses down my neck, my chest, my breasts, losing my sense of reality with the pleasure that climbed up my legs, pulsing eagerly between them with each of his thrusts..

"Look at me, my love," With fingers tightly clenching his hair, I managed to peek underneath my lashes, to meet those raven black eyes that thrived with pleasure, darkened with desire. "God, you're perfect."

And lips found mine once again as he pumped deeper, harder, intoxicating me with that kiss, having me trembling in his arms with that pleasure that spilled that very moment.. Nothing about the sounds that left my throat were decent, about the wanton way I held onto him and begged him for more, drove him just as wild with lust, just as lost with need..

"Oh goodness, Christian.." My voice failed, words disappeared. I looked him in the eyes; he gave me more. "I love you. I—"

My hair fell over his face when he buried his face at the crook of my neck, when his lips did a thing that had me lose track of my thoughts.. I just felt him, only him, and it was all that mattered..

Felt his hips move harsher, his thrust deeper and his shoulders going rigid against my hands as he came home one final time. And I came with him once more, blood boiling, heart pounding in my chest, right against his. He didn't let go. No, he only held me tighter, moving his lips against mine so that he kissed me harder, so that I felt his words before he even said them..

"I love you, my Lana." A pant, a sharp breath there against mine.. His eyes delirious when they met mine, body burning against mine, together with mine.. As one. "I love you so much, my love." But it was his eyes that promised: Tonight, and for the rest of our eternity.. Bound as one.

***

The End.

My heart got filled and broken at the same time while writing this. Christiana is end game, from chapter one till the very last word.

Book 2 — officially finished.. Wowzie, has it truly been more than a year? Hope you enjoyed this journey as much as I did though! It was one hell of a ride, but I'm definitely going to miss every freaking second of this.

Thank you for the love you've given this one, for the dedication and patience you've had all along. Most of all thank you for the endless support because it kept me going through everything during this book! I love you with all my heart ❤️

For those of you that don't know, this is a trinity series, meaning there will be THREE books. So do count on one more ride before the "Bound" journey ends! Let me know what you want the third one to be all about! Suggestion office — opened 😉

Also, comment your last thoughts on 'Bound: Toxic Love' as well, and give this last chap some love! Your comments mean everything ❤️

Kisses, till next time 😘