Chapter 8 Witnessed
Witnessed
Monte
Over the next few days, I didn’t see much of Felix. I tried to focus on my work, as minimal and simplistic as it was. Ara kept me company, and I acquainted myself with a few more members of the pack, but I was mostly glad to avoid running into Jared or Wyatt.
Unfortunately, Ara also had her own obligations to her family.
A week later, she had to take a visit to her sick mother.
When I volunteered to go with her and help out, she insisted that it was quite alright and that I should probably be at the Redrow house in case Felix needed me.
She’d only be gone a single day and night before her return in the morning.
It was a peculiar feeling, being reassured by a smaller, daintier wolf, but she had a spine of steel. My step felt uplifted as I hurried down the easterly path, passing through the dappled sunlight beneath the heavy oak foliage on my way to visit old Yelloweyes.
Unfortunately, I was already several miles away from the house when I thought to double-check the bags and make sure I’d remembered everything.
“Oh Goddess, did I forget the herbs?” I muttered under my breath, missing Ara even more. Between me remembering what items the wolves like, and her reminding me to actually pack them, we’re unstoppable; without her, I’ll just show up empty-handed.
“Damn it,” I sighed. Going back would add at least an hour to my trip. On the bright side, I was pretty sure I could hurry back to the house, collect a nice variety from the garden, and head back out before anyone realized that I’d made such an absent-minded mistake.
By some stroke of luck, I didn’t run into any pack members on my way back. I was especially glad not to see Wyatt, who always seemed to watch me with a keen suspicion, like I was bound to get myself into trouble.
Inside the garden, I found everything I needed within a short while. Yelloweyes had a deep fondness for rosemary, so I plucked a great deal of that, along with several smaller portions of thyme and basil.
Feeling quite satisfied with myself, I bundled up the herbs and took a deep, gratifying whiff. And then I looked down.
Most of the garden was now plastered across my knees and elbows. I looked less like a gardener and more like a toddler who’d just played in the dirt.
With a sigh, I headed into the house. At least Ara wasn’t here to witness this blunder either, but then again, she’d probably just laugh and give me that fond, indulgent smile of hers.
I wasn’t worrying about much for once as I trudged up to my room.
The house seemed even emptier than normal, so I didn’t bother to soften my footsteps or even keep an ear out as I breezed through.
When I made it upstairs, however, my ears prickled at the faint noises on the other side of my bedroom door.
Maybe Ara had just come back early and was tidying up.
I opened the door, more than ready to warmly greet her.
But something stopped me before I called out to her.
I have no idea if it was a true premonition, but some sense of unease made me hold my tongue as I stepped into the bedroom to find it completely empty.
The noise had grown louder, and I stood still, unable to believe my ears. What had sounded before like a vague rhythm had grown into deep, panting breaths and the wet slap of flesh.
My first horrified thought was that some deviant wolves were mating in one of the neighboring bedrooms or by an open window.
Yet as I crept over to the window, I realized that I’d never heard anything through the walls before. From what I’d learned of the house, everything about it was sturdy and thick, so there was no reason I’d be able to hear this wickedly carnal noise so clearly.
My brain must have been completely short-circuited, because it took me a painfully long time to consider that perhaps the sound was coming from a little closer than a neighboring bedroom. Maybe my mind simply didn’t want to consider the possibility of what might be happening.
The panting turned into desperate moans and hissed pleas, most of the words too low to make out. Most. Not all.
“Monte,” the voice growled.
I no longer had control of my body. Sweating and burning with a heat that I’d never known before, I crept toward the èn suite bathroom. I was almost certain of what was happening on the other side, but I wasn’t absolutely sure.
And I needed to be sure. Every fiber of my being needed to be filled with the knowledge that Felix was furiously jerking off to the thought of me.
The closer I got, the clearer his words became.
“Filthy Omega slut,” Felix moaned.
“Such a little tease, groping me in your sleep, acting like you don’t remember in the morning.”
I pressed a hand to my gaping mouth to stifle a gasp.
“Tight little fuckhole, begging to be ruined.”
I could hear my pulse hammering in my ears as I took a step back. A small, distant part of me wondered why I was more shocked by that insight into his perspective of our sleeping arrangements than by his profoundly insulting epithets.
But that logical part of me wasn’t in control, not anymore. I returned to the door, carefully keeping to the side so as to cast no shadow over the crack at the baseboard. I pressed right up against the wall, my ear nearly touching the cool metal of the hinge.
“Fuck, you’re good at taking it,” Felix groaned before trailing off into a yearning moan.
My wolf growled inside me and stirred in a feverish frenzy, leaving my entire body heaving.
Open the door.
Open the damned door.
It snarled at me.
The urge to pull the door open was overwhelming. My own coiled tension turned into exquisite pain, and my hands trembled with uncontrollable desire.
“Fuck!” Felix roared.
I leapt back, but his magnificent groans of release must have covered up the sound of my stumbling, because Felix didn’t stop.
I could perfectly tell each spasm of release from his grunts alone, and while one hand covered my mouth, the other drifted lower, past my waistband, brushed the front of my pants.
I pressed my palm against myself, a shudder tearing through me as my hips jerked up to meet it.
Fuck. How long has it been since I touched myself?
My wolf rolled over, whining and snarling, wanting more than the meager touch. Only then did I realize just how far gone I was. I couldn’t be doing this. What would Felix think if he came out and saw me on the verge of touching myself?
Oh yes, what would Felix think if he slammed the door open, his cock still in hand, and saw me mad with lust? Would he pin me to the wall and finish what I’d started?
The image hit too vividly, more real than it had any right to be. I scrambled out the bedroom door and fled, not because I was terrified of that possibility, but because I was terrified of just how intensely I wanted it. Felix had already made his distaste for me clear… hadn’t he?
I raced down the stairs, nearly losing my footing as I fanned my face. But the fire coursing through every vein my body didn’t go away.
I had to get out of the house before he came down.
Unfortunately, that’s when my luck finally ran out.
I thought that I had enough time to visit the laundry room and see if there was a change of clothes already washed, but I barely managed to get my shirt off before thunderous footsteps above announced Felix’s arrival.
The front door was in the opposite direction. I thought he would have no reason to pass me by.
I was dead wrong.
The Alpha stalked by, his forehead creased in thought. But what really caught my attention was the lack of a scowl on his face. He almost looked contented. Did getting that release really have such a great effect on his mood?
He must’ve caught my shadow from the corner of his eye or I must’ve made a sound.
Whatever. He turned his head in my direction and there was nowhere to hide from his pointed gaze.
Something flashed across his face before his expression settled into his signature scowl.
Gone was his post-orgasmic lightness. But if I wasn’t mistaken, it almost seemed like he was pleased to see me. Maybe it was only my imagination.
We stared at each other, and as his gaze flicked down, I realized I still hadn’t put a shirt on.
A quiet gasp slipped free before I could stop it. His eyes found mine again, drifting over my face before stopping on my mouth. His throat worked in a slow swallow.
“I didn’t think you’d be home,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound as foolish as I felt.
His eyes narrowed, as if he was trying to read my thoughts.
“One of my patients canceled, so I had a free hour,” he said. “Were you working in the garden again?”
I didn’t trust my voice, so I just nodded.
Felix looked like he was about to say something else, then thought better of it and gave a curt nod of his own before departing.
If I had more mental bandwidth and weren’t quite so overcome with relief, I might have wondered what he’d been about to say, or why he’d looked pleased to see me.
But in the moment, I could only sag against the wall and gasp for breath. Felix hadn’t caught me. He had no idea that I’d stumbled upon him in a moment of such utter vulnerability and intimacy.
At the time, I thought this was the wildest thing that would happen to me for the rest of the week, if not the month. I could never have guessed that this wouldn’t even be the peak of the day.