Chapter Eleven
Warm arms cradle me, rhythmic breathing skating across my nape. How can something so wrong feel so damn right?
I was never supposed to crave Wyatt the way I do, but last night, he barrelled through my defences and left me bare. Now, there’s no going back to how it was before. I can’t pretend to hate him. I can’t keep punishing him for his terrible choices, and the man I saw last night doesn’t expect me to. Wyatt is unraveling for me. Untangling years of false truths and misguided beliefs for himself. The man who made sweet love to me last night wants to fix the harm he has caused, and I’m going to make sure he does. Starting with saving Meg.
The sun creeping into a pink and orange sky doesn’t bring the regret I’d expected to feel; instead, a strange contentment has me sinking deeper into his hold whilst staring out of the window. I can almost imagine this is how life could be if he’d been honest from the beginning. If the letters he wrote me were voiced instead of hidden under an alias.
Wyatt’s fingers twitch against my stomach, hinting that he’s waking. I’ve been awake for hours, wondering what his mood might be. Will he deny what happened between us and slam down his barriers again?
Evidently not.
Trailing his fingers up my torso between my breasts and stopping at my jaw, Wyatt twists my head into a passionate kiss. Slanting his lips across mine, longing mingled within their soft caress, he turns me into the curve of his body. Tugging, pulling, and silently begging. His cock juts between us, his morning glory living up to its name and pressing into my hip. I groan against his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip in to coax mine out. Our limbs tangle, unable to get close enough.
Much like last night, he’s in no rush. His movements are calm and purposeful. There isn’t a place he can’t touch, physically or otherwise. I’m laid bare on this bed for him to take, use, and ruin. Whatever Wyatt wants, I’ll accept, which in itself is both terrifying and freeing. If there’s one thing I thought Wyatt would never earn from me, it was my trust.
Every inch of my skin tingles as tongue drives into my mouth, wringing an onslaught of emotion to the surface. I feel him everywhere, even in the curling of my toes. Shamefully thrusting against him in the bleak morning light, his emerald green eyes give me their full concentration, as if he doesn’t want anyone else.
Lifting my leg in the crook of his arm, he slides into my wetness in one easy movement with a moan like he needed that much as much as I did. Languid strokes of his dick grazing my G-spot, gently kneading my breasts without releasing my mouth long enough to breathe properly. I dive into the escape he’s offering and beg him with my reactions to leave his mark. To cherish and fuck me simultaneously. To make this last as long as we have before the sun fully rises today.
Rolling us, Wyatt looms over me. His broad shoulders and thickly muscled arms block the rest of the world out of view, only me and him existing for now. I run my fingernails down the length of his spine, his firm ass clenching with each steady thrust. A choke rises in my throat, thoughts of this possibly being the last time with him churning in my mind.
Reaching up to grab a handful of his brown hair, I yank his head aside and hiss into his ear. “Faster.” I demand, desperate to break the intimacy. I don’t want his affection, not now I know how much it will hurt to lose it. I’d rather my last experience with Wyatt was harsh and unfair, helping to ward my heart against him.
“No,” he replies simply.
Gripping my wrists, he lifts them either side of my head and watches me intently. His hair flicks forward, but he doesn’t break our gaze, watching me moan and squirm beneath him. I try to kiss his enticingly close lips, but he deflects me with a grin, refusing to be distracted. A flutter in my lower abdomen builds to an intensity that has me gasping, my limbs prickling in anticipation. I pointlessly wriggle to break free from his stare, biting back a groan at my building orgasm.
“Look at me,” Wyatt says softly. I shake my head, clenching my eyes closed instead. My thighs lock around his waist, trying to slow his steady rhythm. Withholding my pleasure seems like the only power move I have left.
“See how much you affect me,” he steals a quick kiss, driving me to blink up at his handsome face. His stubble is becoming more of a permanent feature, making his square jaw and green eyes more prominent. Strain pulls at his features a moment before I feel him erupt inside me, his climax triggering mine like a bulldozer ploughing through my centre.
Refusing to look away, we hold each other’s gaze as we groan in unison. As he releases my wrists, I immediately latch onto his body and ride the waves, giving me a new lease of life with each roll of my core. My walls clamp around him with an impossibly tight squeeze, milking his every drop as my nails pierce his chest. Sweat lines our bodies as we pant together, goose bumps covering my flesh. My breath shudders as we come down together, melting back into the bed whilst locked in an embrace.
We stay like that for a long time, Wyatt’s mouth opening a few times to say something, but the words don’t come out. Eventually, I relieve him of whatever torment his mind is battling and go to shower. Wyatt’s fingers tighten on mine as I try to leave, instinctively clinging on. I smile, stroking his cheek.
“I’ll be right back,” I promise, and he releases me. Thankfully, he doesn’t follow, allowing me the time to wash off and mentally prepare for today. I’m torn. The change in dynamic between Wyatt and me is so fresh, yet I’m about to walk into a situation where I might have to choose between shunning him or defending him. I don’t know which I’ll choose, but I do know I’ll face scrutiny for either option.
How can I forgive the man who sold out my own twin? Regardless of his reasons, the damage can’t be undone, and anything that happens from here on out isn’t just on him, but on me as well. I know Meg’s alive; I can feel it in the pit of my soul, but that’s where my certainty ends. The lengths Fredrick will go to in hopes of fulfilling some twisted sense of revenge.
Yet I’m going back to my Souls today. One step back to hopefully take two forward. My heart has to return home to those I’ve come to consider my family and those who will stop at nothing to help me. They’ve already tried to save Meg once, and they’ll do it again because we’re on the same page. We have an understanding that my life doesn’t come before hers, and I can’t carry on without knowing she’s okay. That information is all I need, then Wyatt can do whatever he damn well likes with me.