The pounding becomes harder, firmer, deeper as I add another finger and realize that she’s a virgin when I have to wrestle against her tightness, noticing the way she’s squirming and whimpering against my kisses.I pull my mouth off her with a lewd pop in shock, and my eyes meet hers with wariness. There’s no need for us to exchange words when I can see how much pleasure she’s getting from this, her emerald eyes glossed over and glowing like gems of innocence. She’s never done this before.
She’s never been touched in twenty-eight years.
A wave of protectiveness over her vulnerability and innocence washes over me, compelling me to respect her decision not to have sex when I thought, for a split second, that it’s what she would have wanted. It’s probably the intensity of her heat that makes her kisses so feverishly suggestive. But one thing remains true; the beautiful, pure creature had every reason to deny having sex with me, and it reaffirms my determination to do this purely for her sake, to cure her heat and rid her of her pain.
Pain is a distant thought when the air fills with her moans as I draw her toward climax with my lips latched on her clit. Vacuuming my cheeks and suckling on the bundle of nerves, I continue exploring her hot, dripping core, drawing her closer and closer until I feel her walls clenching around my finger.
In her desperation to release the knot pulling her belly taut and caving it in, she moans and cards her fingers through my hair, tugging on the roots with a force that pulls me into devouring her core. Lapping and licking and making squelching sounds with my mouth as I relish in the taste, Rissa loosens her grip in my hair as she lets go and her orgasm washes over her, drenching my finger in the heat of her slick that gushes forth.Her body rolls in waves on the bed as she rides out the high, and I drink in every last drop she offers from between her thighs.
When her body shudders, and a sigh escapes her lips, I know she’s been satisfied, and the thirst of her heat has been quenched. While her head is buried between the valley of two pillows, I gently pull my lips away from her dripping core. Her honey trickles down the corners of my mouth, and I lick it off with the tip of my tongue like a greedy predator who just devoured its prey. I’ve never felt more drawn to any creature than when I lift my head to find Rissa on the brink of falling asleep, her eyelids heavy as she stares gratefully at me through her thick lashes.
An all-consuming desire to have her in my arms overpowers my lust for her, and while I have to deal with a raging hard-on that won’t find release tonight, I act upon the basest instincts I’ve unlocked through what I’ve just done and cautiously climb over her. My feet touch the ground only so that I can pull the covers over Rissa’s legs before climbing back into bed beside her.
I slip an arm under her pliant frame, pulling her to my chest as her eyelids grow heavier and she’s on the verge of falling asleep. She makes no protest when my other arm closes around her in a rather intimate embrace, but I can feel her reluctance and hesitation in the way she tenses up, her walls coming up again.
Burying my face between her wild, golden curls, I whisper, “Get some sleep now, Rissa. We will travel back in the morning.”
Rissa doesn’t immediately respond, but the tenderness of my arms must be subduing, because she sighs as if it’s her reply.Left staring at the ceiling in the dim light of the hut, I find that it’s almost impossible to sleep at a time like this.
I just performed a very sacred act with the omega, and she has no idea that my wolf is bound to hers simply because of destiny. She’s obviously not ready to forgive me anytime soon, or forget the past and look to the future. For now, I’ll just have to respect her decision, as long as it’s made on Snehvolk soil.
Chapter 9 - Rissa
I feel myself stirring awake after what feels like a lifetime of deep sleep without a single dream to disturb me.
How was I going to dream after what happened last night? My dream became a reality instantly, and now I’m left with the tingling between my thighs from an explosive orgasm, along with the heaviness of guilt and regret that hangs over me as soon as I open my eyes.
Plagued by my logical mind that keeps reiterating that I’m supposed to hate Alpha Brooks, I can’t ignore that things shifted last night for me. I may not have mated the man, but I’d become so vulnerable as to let him make me come with only his hands and his mouth, and I have no idea what the consequences will be.
I’d been so adamant not to mate with him, but allowing him to quell the hunger of my rabid heat surely counts for something. He’d seen me naked, exposed, vulnerable to his ministrations.
Yet, none of that changes the past or wipes it from existence.
Last night was a grave mistake on my part. I’ll have to do everything in my power to fight off my heat so that a repeat of last night doesn’t happen.
I can’t wake up like this, in the prison of his arms, my mind arrested by the qualms of a past that cannot be erased. He bullied me, battered me with his words, treated me like dirt under his boot, and kicked me to the side. I’d sat on those sidelines for years and accepted my fate as the pack’s outcast while I worked hard to heal anyone who ever needed it without expecting anything in return.
This fate, constructed by the Council, is a misinterpretation, and I cannot accept it. Neither can I accept my destiny as a witch like Aurora and Yvonne, even if it’s been contrived by the Moon Goddess.
Surely, free will exists, even for the werewolf shifter race. There’s a part of us that remains human, humane enough to make our own choices—just like the alpha chose to bully me.
I can choose to disagree with this path.
Looking down at Brooks’s arm as it rests over my midriff, I feel the weight of his muscles pressing into my flesh, and wonder how long we’ve been sleeping. Since it feels like a long time, I turn my eyes to the curtain and notice the fiery orange hues seeping through the window.
The whole day must have flown by without us noticing, I realize with a sharp gasp that instantly snaps Brooks’s eyes open.
The loss of his warmth when he springs out of bed leaves me momentarily stunned, but I don’t dwell on it too much when relief sets in. At least I didn’t have to face the awkwardness of him waking up gently beside me while I lay in his arms.
But my relief is short-lived when Brooks hastily pulls the curtain aside and grunts, with a string of curses ringing out.
“Shit! We overslept!” He spins around and rounds the bed, then pulls open the closet doors. He grabs a few items from the closet and throws them at me. “Quick. Get dressed,” he instructs. “We need to leave now. The sun is already setting.”
I quickly pull on the T-shirt and sweatpants he’d given me, taking care not to let my eyes wander over him. I can’t let what happened last night leave such a mark on me, even if I’d fallen into the deepest sleep in his arms.
I don’t want to think about that right now. All I know is that following the alpha’s instructions will keep me safe long enough to find another way to escape him.
Brooks is already at the door before I can get my shoes on, waiting with an impatient tapping of his foot until I finally follow him outside.
