Chapter 12 #3
Summer gasped as he filled her, her nails digging into his shoulders. She felt amazing as she stretched open for him. He allowed himself the moments of sheer bliss as she gave way around him, feeling how tight and wet she was for him.
Once he was fully inside her, Fabian paused, giving her a moment to get used to the size of his cock. Then he began to thrust, slow and deep at first, then faster and harder as his need grew.
Summer wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Fabian could feel her orgasm building as she tightened around him; her body tensing with each thrust.
He increased his pace as she got closer to her climax, his movements becoming more urgent. He leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans as he allowed her to come apart beneath him.
Summer cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, her body shuddering with pleasure. Fabian followed soon after, his own release undoing him as he buried himself deep inside her.
They stayed clinging to each other for a moment, their bodies entwined, harsh pants resonating in the quiet library. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over their spent forms.
Finally, Fabian pulled out and collapsed beside her on the sofa, pulling her into his arms. Summer snuggled against him, her body still humming.
“Are you alright?” Fabian asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
Summer nodded, a puzzled smile playing on her lips.
They lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passion. The fire crackled softly, and the library was filled with a sense of peace and contentment.
Several minutes passed, and Fabian realized Summer’s mind was beginning to clear. The effects of the alcohol and Fabian’s glamour were wearing off, and reality had started to set in.
She sat up suddenly, her eyes wide with realization. “Oh my god,” she whispered, her hands flying to her mouth. “What did we just do?”
“We made love, ma chèr, Summer.” Fabian sat up, his expression concerned. “Is there something wrong? You allowed yourself to feel something good after weeks of pain. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
She shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. “I can’t believe I just… with you… I’m bonded to Rowan,” she said, her voice breaking.
Her hand flew to her neck, feeling for the scar.
Fabian’s expression darkened. He knew all about her mate bond.
She’d given herself to him in anger when the wolf first marked her.
The scar on her neck was fading, but it was still there, even though it was now cold and, he hoped, close to broken.
He had expected tonight would change things, he hoped she would see she belonged with him, not with the wolf.
“I’m sorry,” he said, making his voice soft and vulnerable. “I didn’t mean to… I thought you wanted this. I asked you if this was okay. I asked twice, ma chérie.”
Summer looked at him, her eyes filled with confusion and pain. “I did,” she admitted. “But I shouldn’t have. What about Rowan? I love him, Fabian. I can’t do this. I have to find him. I don’t believe he’s dead. You’re supposed to be helping me. Not seducing me.”
Fabian looked away. He clenched his jaw, knowing she was right. But nothing made this sudden rejection any easier to accept. “Rowan made his choice when he left you without a word. You’re not bound to pine for someone who decided you weren’t worth fighting for.”
“I still love him. I have to know what happened to him.”
“I understand,” he said finally, his voice tight. “I will keep my promise. If your wolf is still alive, I will help you find him.”
Summer nodded, her tears spilling over. She stood up, her body trembling as she pulled her dress back into place. She looked around for her panties, but they were nowhere to be seen.
Fabian rose as well, his body still tense with desire. He watched as Summer tried to compose herself, her hands shaking as she smoothed her hair.
“I should go,” she said softly, her eyes not meeting his.
Fabian nodded, his heart heavy. “Let me walk you to your room,” he offered.
Summer shook her head. “No, I… I need to be alone right now,” she said.
Fabian wanted to argue, to insist on accompanying her. But she needed space. He nodded, stepping back. “You’re an extraordinary woman, Summer. What just happened was beautiful, not shameful.”
“Good night, Fabian,” she said, clutching her dress to her chest.
“Goodnight, Summer,” he said softly.
She looked at him then, her eyes filled with shame.
Fabian watched her go, his heart aching. He had crossed a line tonight. But he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. Not when it had felt so right, so perfect.
He turned back to the fire, his mind a myriad of racing thoughts and emotions. He slipped her panties into his breast pocket. He knew he had to let her go for now. But how could he, when every fiber of his being screamed she was meant to be his?
Just for tonight, he would respect her wishes. He would give her the space she needed. And maybe, eventually, she would come to realize she belonged with him after all.
But as he stood, watching the flames dance in the hearth, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. What if she never got over the wolf?