Chapter 7
Chapter 7
I gulped, moving up and away from him just as he finished rolling the condom on, and his smirk widened as he reached for my ankle, pulling me closer and under him with a low growl.
“Don’t worry, princess,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, “you can take it.” A shiver ran down my spine as he nipped at my earlobe and left a trail of hot, open–mouthed kisse along my neck, each gentle bite sending a shiver up my spine.
Just as I began to lose myself in his touch, I felt the unmistakable pressure as he pressed the head of his cock against me, inching in with agonizing slowness.
“Ah-“My gasp melted into his mouth as he captured my lips, tongue exploring, tasting, as he pushed further.
Honestly, before dying, it had been almost a year since Jaxon had last touched me in this way, so after a long time it really felt like I was a virgin again.
I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain anymore–maybe it was both. But the heat building inside me was unlike anything I’d ever felt. His scent–forests, smoke, something wild and dark–clouded my senses, and I clung to him, nails digging into his back.
A voice echoed in my head, My wolf. More. More. More..
I didn’t want it to stop. “More,” I gasped, the word escaping me before I could think, and he chuckled, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Relax, princess,” he murmured, the sound almost a groan. “You’re so tight.” He inhaled sharply. “Why do you smell so sweet? I feel like–He didn’t finish, silencing himself with a fierce kiss. All I knew was that I was melting under him, and as he finally bottomed out, my mind blurred, the only coherent thought echoing in my head–more.
Time lost all meaning as we moved together, shifting between slow, languid movements and frenzied passion. The pleasure, blurred with a longing I couldn’t understand, each touch, each thrust bringing me closer to an edge I didn’t know existed. We went again and again until I felt tears slip down my face, streaking my cheeks as I clung to him.
Why wasn’t this enough? Why do I want more? But the answer hit me with a force that took my breath away. Without thinking, I whispered, “Knot me.”
–
He stilled above me, his blue eyes now completely dark, his expression unreadable.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked, his voice rough. I nodded, too far gone to question my own urgency.
“Words, princess,” he pressed, his voice hoarse.
“Yes. Please,” I breathed, arching against him, not caring anymore, not about anything except this: “Please.
A low, guttural sound escaped him, and I gasped as he began to swell inside me, stretching me even further. It was almost too much, but somehow, I wanted it–needed it. “How… big is it going to get?” I managed to gasp, my words barely coherent.
He grunted, pinning me firmly beneath him as he give a final pesh, filling me so completely that my vision blurred, pleasure radiating through me, so intense that I couldn’t keep track of the words or sounds spilling from my lips.
I felt like I was falling from the edge and couldn’t stop.
Finally. I felt his release deep within me, even through the layer of latex, and then everything faded to black.
When I opened my eyes, a groan slipped from my lips as I took in the unfamiliar room. Panic flared as memories from last night came crashing back, and I stiffened, my heart racing as I glanced to the side. A gorgeous, still–sleeping man lay beside
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me, his broad chest rising and falling peacefully. I flinched, my gut clenching with terror.
What did I do? The realization hit hard, and I quickly looked around, my gaze landing on my clothes scattered across the
floor.
I half–expected to see bruises, lingering pain and soreness, that telltale stickiness between my thighs–the kind of aftermath I was too familiar with. But there was none of that. He’d used a condom, been careful, even cleaned up somehow. Warmth spread through me, leaving a strange comfort in its wake. He hadn’t left me broken..
But then came the guilt, gnawing at me like a wound reopened, and I clenched my fists as I pushed it down. Years of conditioning, of loyalty and obedience drilled into me as an Omega in my old pack, still lingered Jaxon’s betrayal or not, the feeling of having “Betrayed” him churned in my stomach.
I shook my head. I had to go. The sun would rise soon, and I waused to getting up early, preparing things for–no. Not for him. Jaxon wasn’t my Alpha anymore. I had to get back before anyone noticed though, I’d been gone all night. Panic bubbled in my chest at the thought of being discovered, ofthe whispers that might start again, but I shoved it down.
Moving quickly, I gathered my clothes, shoving them on as quietly as possible. I felt around the side table, breathing a sigh of relief when I found my phone and wallet. My hands shook as checked the time. Just an hour until dawn.
As I stood, Icaught sight of him again, still asleep. The man–Steal, he’d called himself–looked… serene. A twinge of guilt pinched my chest. He’d been kind to me, respectful, a far cry from the way Jaxon had treated me. Maybe this was how things were supposed to feel. If only I had let myself believe that before.
I pulled a fifty–dollar bill from my wallet, setting it on the nightstand along with a quickly scribbled note his line of work, I hoped it would cover the cost.
But as I looked at him one last time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was more than just a transaction
If this really was
The sex had been… good. More than good. But even with that knowledge, the idea of wanting more felt too dangerous, too. greedy. Look where greed got you la time, I reminded myself in my past life, I’d clung too tightly to an illusion of love, only to have it turn on me.
I turned and left quietly, slipping out of the room without looking back. I wouldn’t allow myself to hope for more, to think of possibilities that couldn’t be.
As I reached the elevator, the pang of regret and guilt grew sharper, almost painful. But I pushed it down, refusing to let myself hope for anything better than what I’d already had. Don’t be greedy Valencia.
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