I eyed the journal.
He caught the look, lifting it for a moment. “You were twenty-two here. Granny got you a cake for your birthday. You seemed really happy and fulfilled in this passage. I can see why you thought she was family. She did seem to notice the details of your life in a way I’ve never heard of her doing with anyone else.”
I took the step inside the tent, choosing to sit on the ground beside him. “She noticed everyone’s details. I realized that when we were traveling earlier today and I was talking to Hadriel about my depressing life.” I smiled remembering his comments as he’d squeezed my knee in support.
“She knew Raz’s favorite liquor and when his mating anniversary was. She often surprised him and his mate with something special because she knew how much they each loved the memory of their mating day. Alexander got a lot of gifts, the disgusting pig. He boasted about them all the time.”
“Yes, I’ve seen your comments about all that. She kept her people happy. There is nothing wrong in that.”
“As an employer.”
He lowered the journal again. “You can’t know that specifically. As you said, she took you in before she knew how priceless you’d become to her organization.”
It was nice of him to say. I clutched on to the sentiment, hoping it was at least partially true.
“I’m skimming, Aurelia.” His tone was hushed. “I am looking only for the bits of information that can help me. As much as I can, I am skimming. I’m trying to preserve your privacy.”
“Yet you’re reading about the birthday that she surprised me with a cake.”
He looked at me for a long beat. “Sometimes I can’t help but get snagged. Maybe you can share this story. Then maybe it won’t be so very depressing.”
I huffed out a laugh, leaning into him. “You’ve got jokes, too, huh?”
“You’ll fit right in at the castle, that’s clear.”
My smile drifted away. He was so sure he’d get me there. He was resolute in making me stand judgment, even knowing I could receive a life-ending punishment.
I couldn’t think about this anymore. Hadriel was right—my life was so fucking depressing. I might as well give in to the things I enjoyed, regardless of how toxic they might be.
I pushed the journal away and swung a leg over Weston’s lap, sitting down onto him with a release of breath. His cock hardened quickly and his hands came around me, the journal forgotten. Despite all logic, I did crave this man. I always had. Despite his betrayal and my anger, I wanted him. I might as well make the most of it and forget the stuff that would bring me down, at least for the moment.
“My head is clear,” I breathed, taking his lips with mine. I ran my tongue along the seam of his mouth and was rewarded when his opened and his tongue danced with mine.
His hands slid up the inside of my shirt but I pushed off him, needing to take my clothes off by myself. The items in my pockets needed to stay there without being discovered.
I closed the tent flap and undressed quickly, folding my clothes and putting them to the side before crawling onto the bed and spreading my thighs, running a finger through my wetness before circling my clit.
He rose slowly, taking me in. Still nude from shifting, he knelt onto the mattress, ducking down to lick.
“You shouldn’t taste this good,” he groaned, getting more comfortable and doing it again. “You shouldn’t taste like candy until we’ve imprinted. But here we are...”
He sucked on my clit as his fingers started to move. I groaned, jerking my hips with his pace. He took his fingers away and fucked me with his tongue, now working my clit. After switching again, I gyrated my hips rhythmically, fisting his hair. He growled with the treatment and the extra vibration sent me over the edge. I called out his name, shivering with release.
He kissed up my body slowly, taking time to focus on my nipples before his lips slid to my neck. He kissed and sucked ashe pushed my legs out wide to accommodate his size. He fisted the base of his cock, sliding its head up and down my slit.
“Tell me how much you want your alpha’s big cock in your tight little pussy,” he commanded, his voice rough and sexy, his words deliciously dirty.
“Yes, Weston,” I mewed, straining up to him. “Please, fuck me.”
“I’m going to fuck you deep and hard until you beg me to come, and then I’m going to fuck you harder.”
I grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him nearer. His cock stroked along my seam, catching at my opening before slipping by again, driving me crazy with anticipation.
“Do you want me to fuck you, baby? Do you want this cock?”
“Yes,” I groaned as his teeth ran along my neck.
“Tell me. Beg me to fuck your tight little cunt.”
