My wolf whimpered inside of me, telling me he wouldn’t do that, but he had hurt me before this. I didn’t doubt that he would hurt me again.
He stood outside my bedroom window, still deep in the woods, with a fucking smile on his stupid face.
This wasn’t for him anymore. This was for me. I needed this release. I needed to feel good after all this hurt. I laid back against my headboard, parting my legs and sliding a hand between them.
Last show for you, you fucking asshole alpha.
My eyes fluttered closed as I rubbed harsh, rough circles around my clit. This is what I needed. I moaned. Long day at the hospital, a bitch Vanessa who thought she was funny, and an alpha who wanted to get on my very last nerve.
Roman walked out of the forest and stood in the open, staring at me. The moonlight hit his fur, making it glisten. My toes curled into the bedsheets.
I imagined us in the cave, me curled into his arm, his fingers brushing against my cheek, making my heart tighten in my chest and giving me so many fucking butterflies.
I parted my lips, lightly pinching my nipple. A wave of pleasure rolling through me. His minty scent drifted in through the window, and I inhaled. He smelt good, even my wolf was purring.
I imagined us the other night when he pushed me up against the tree, when his fingers were thrusting in and out of me, when he was making me cum over and over and over again until I could barely stand straight.
So many phony facets of that man, and I was attracted to every one of them.
Roman let out a low growl, and I clenched. I wanted him to roughly thrust me against the headboard, push his fingers into my mouth for me to suck, tug on my hair.
My core tightened.
I bet he’d feel amazing inside of me. His hard cock pushing into my tight pussy. My fingers digging into his back.
He growled again, louder this time. I slowed and stared out the window, eyes glazed over with lust. My alpha wanted me to stop… too bad I didn’t care what he wanted.
My pussy suddenly tightened. I threw my head back, sinking into the sheets and slapping a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming to the moon. After a few moments of pure pleasure pumping out of me, I took a few deep breaths.
Trying to calm myself. Trying to catch my breath. Trying to gather my racing thoughts.
My whole body tingled. I pressed my lips into a smile, giggling. It felt like I was walking on the clouds with the Moon Goddess herself. I drew my knees together and gazed at him.
He stood in front of my window with those golden, sinful eyes. I wrapped a blanket around my body and walked to the window. “Roman…” I said. He growled again but moved closer. “I hoped you enjoyed the show. It’s the last one you’ll ever get from me. I don’t need you to please me anymore.”
Chapter 16
Isabella
While I walked down the hospital halls, I gazed down at the crumpled sketch in my hands. It was ridiculous that I hadn’t thrown it away yet. But at least it was better than staring at the bland white-tiled floors.
Screw that.
The sketch was beautiful. Fucking beautiful.
A strand of my hair was blowing against my cheek. There was a small scar on my collarbone from when Vanessa pushed me in gym class in fifth grade. My lips were set in a small smile. I looked valued and respected, so strong and happy.
Though I was drawn in the left third of the piece, every wolf that surrounded me was staring at me in amazement. Even Roman. His dark eyes were fixed on me and only me with the utmost respect.
Too bad that he didn’t respect me in real life.
All he wanted was sex.
My wolf whimpered.
I wanted that too, but some part of me wanted more. Sitting in his truck the other night, just admiring the way he seemed so relaxed, lips pressed together softly, dark hair resting against his forehead, that smile he gave me—it made me wonder if we could’ve been something more.
But not now. Sex was all I needed from him; all I had ever needed from him. He and I couldn’t be anything more than what we were.
