WREN
And when he finally walked through the door, a crazed look swam in his eyes
as they drunk me in. Without taking his eyes off me, he locked the door.
"We should talk," he said, but it was such a weak whisper, I could have smiled.
I could smell his arousal. He knew that. So when he walked to me, my hands latched
at his belt, undoing it. "Wren," he groaned.
"After," I said, desperate as I pulled him out. He was half hard, but that
changed once I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed slightly.
"Fuck," he hissed, and turned rock solid in my hands.
I loved it. Loved being the reason, loved making him come apart. I gave him a
tentative lick, a burst of salt hitting my tongue. Then I opened my mouth, eyes on his
as I took him deeper.
And goddess, the sounds he made...
They spurred me on as I slurped around his cock, choking myself with it,
swallowing around it.
His hand came around my head as he started fucking my mouth, fast and
deep. I could barely get any air, but I did not mind. I took him and took him, and
relished in his moans, in his growls.
Until I was drunk on him, until he pushed me off his cock as I started to purr.
I stood, wincing slightly as my knees burned. Then I pushed him on the bed,
climbing on top of him. There was a dazed look in his eyes as he watched me.
And I bit my lips, before looking down and adjusting till my pussy was directly
over his straining cock. Then I leaned down, and started to grind on him, just on the
head, soaking him.
"Oh my— fuck, Wren. Fuck."
I gasped at the sensation. We had never done this, never come this close to
fucking. I moved so slowly, savouring the moment as euphoric bliss filled me.
"You feel so good," I purred, staring into his eyes. His conflicted eyes. I hated
that they were so fucking unsure. Even when I was giving myself to him like that,
baring my fucking body, my fucking soul.
I increased my pace, and the sounds; the wet, squishy sounds that filled the
room, mixed with our groans and moans could have killed me.
"Look at me, Alpha. I'm such a slut for you, such a desperate little whore," I
moaned when his head glided directly against my clit. "Fuck, that's so good, that's so
good."
His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing as he controlled our movements,
growling in pleasure.
I didn't need the mate bond to know that he loved this. But I needed him to
love me.
My stomach tightened as that familiar sensation came.
"I–I'm going to cum," I whispered.
"Cum for me, Wren. That's it, baby. Let it out."
I cried as stars filled my vision, and he leaned up to claim my lips in a kiss.
And it was so much, too much, I started to cry.
Then he spasmed under me, his cum hitting my pussy in warm jets. He kept
going, over and over and over, and I whimpered at the feeling.
When we both came down from our high, I melted against him, and he held
on tightly before using a gentle thumb to wipe my tears. He kissed my forehead
softly, and I looked up to see a tender look on his face.
I wanted to lie to him, to cement this by telling him I loved him. But that
would be too cruel, because I wasn't even close to loving him.
It didn't mean it would have broken me any less if he left me. Because with
time, with time, I would love him. I knew I would.
He stayed silent for so long, hands trailing over my bare skin, fingers
hovering, dancing around my pussy, until they prodded over the sensitive nub, and I
moaned.
Seconds later, after all the twisting and caressing, he pushed two large fingers
inside of me.
I was in the middle of my second orgasm when he said the words. "I, Caius
Blackthorn, before the Moon goddess, reject you, Wren Starling as my mate."
I screamed as I spasmed, as his fingers remained inside of me. Hot, searing
pain tore through my chest, and it was so cruel of him. So cruel of him to do this as
he drove me to the brink.
As I whimpered, from pain and from pleasure.
It was an orgasm that did not want to end, a pain that would never end. There
was an emptiness in my chest, and draining. Because I realized, eyes on his, that he
loved her. He still loved her, and he chose her.
Even after I gave myself to him, after everything I did, I still wasn't enough. I
wasn't enough.
I would never be.