Chapter 15 - Maddox #2
Jillian's hands grabbed at my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. One second, I was kissing her softly, moving slowly inside her, and the next, I had her pressed against the sheets, deepening my thrusts.
Jillian moaned loudly, her nails digging into my shoulder. I kissed all over her body as I moved, moving a hand down onto her clit. Jillian tightened around me on the contact, her legs shaking against me.
I wanted to make this last, and I wanted to ravish her longer, but it seemed neither of us wanted that. Her legs hooked around me, and her body was moving with each thrust. She was grinding into my hands, and I let her.
It was all suddenly perfect, and I felt her clamp down hard on my cock, Her head snapped back as she gasped for air, and her body finally got the release it had been wanting.
I thrusted deeper into her, letting her body pulse around me, pulling me over the edge with her.
We both lay there panting for a moment, trying to catch our breath. I leaned back on my heels and stared at her. She looked stunning with a flush going over her entire body. I wanted to stare at her all night, remembering this feeling.
She blushed deeper. "Maddox, can you get up so I can go to the bathroom?"
I nodded, moving so she could walk towards my bedroom door, but I hooked her arm. "Where are you going?"
"To the bathroom."
I pointed towards mine. "Just use mine."
She swallowed. "Don't you need to clean up? I can just use my bathroom. Besides, you're going to want to go to bed."
I frowned, hating the wall she was putting up so quickly.
I pulled her with me towards my bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I walked towards my shower and flipped it on, holding the glass door open for her. She stared at me for a moment before seeming to understand.
After she showered, I handed her a shirt to put on, and then I showered. When I came out, I found her still on the bed. She was looking through some stuff on her phone, and I moved to turn the light off.
"Don't," she said, almost panicked, and I glanced at her. She swallowed, her fingers knitting together. "I… don't like the darkness."
I looked at her, confused, when it clicked. I frowned, suddenly concerned. "Do you sleep with the light on?"
She nodded. "I do…. if it's a problem, I can go to my room."
"No," I said, moving closer to my bed. I flicked my lamp on, moved over to her side, and flicked hers on. It wasn't as bright as my big light, but it did luminate the room.
I flicked off my main light and walked back towards the bed. Jillian sat stiff for a moment. I crawled into bed and pulled her towards me. I expected her to fight, but she didn't. If anything, she curled closer to me.
I played with her hair as she ran a finger over my chest hair. I had many questions, unsure whether I should ask them. We were getting along, and sure, we'd shared things, but I knew just how traumatized she was about what happened.
"I got nightmares of it," she said after a moment. "I wake up screaming. I found if I sleep with the light on, they happen less."
"What did Katie do to you when she had to torture you?"
Jillian stiffened, and her fingers fidgeted with the sheets. "The first time was utter silence in darkness. No food. No water. No communication. Just me in a dark room with a toilet. I begged to go home, begged for them to believe me. And after so long, I stopped begging.
"I thought Katie said she was trying to help."
She nodded. "She did, but not for that. She couldn't. The Council put me there.
No one knew where I even was." She pulled the sheets closer.
"I hardly had a voice when Katie finally came to get me.
She offered me food and water, but I didn't accept it.
And then it was twenty-four hours of straight questioning.
The Council took turns asking the same questions over and over.
I thought I was going crazy with the details.
I suddenly felt maybe I had lied. That I'd made it all up and remembered it wrong. "
I watched tears build in her eyes. "I'd remember the color of Frank's shirt, but if I didn't say the color to the next person, I suddenly had cracks in my story."
I pulled her closer, pressing her face to my chest. I hated seeing this look on her face, seeing how scared she was.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, knowing I was part of the reason it all happened to her. The only people who believed her were Frank and Nina at first. Even after her torture, I still hadn't believed her.
I hooked her chin, looking into her eyes. "Why didn't you try telling me? Why didn't you argue with me about this? Try and make me…."
She frowned. "If I couldn't convince you then, what makes you think I would have convinced you now? You either believed me or you don't."
I hated how I'd behaved. She was fragile and already so broken, and instead of seeing it, I'd treated her terribly.
As Alpha, we were supposed to see when someone was telling the truth and when someone was lying. We were supposed to protect our people and be there when we needed them. We had failed her.
I kissed her forehead. "I'll never let anything like that happen again."
"You can't promise that."
I nodded. "I can. Frank stood by your side during the entire time because he knew who you were. And I'm your husband, and I'm starting to see who you are. I won't let it happen."
She swallowed, looking touched. She rested her head back against my chest, and I held her tightly. I knew I couldn't fix my past mistakes, but I could do better in the future.