Chapter 41
BAILEY
It’s just about five o’clock in the morning when I slip back into Jase’s house unseen. I lean against the closed door with my heart racing out of control.
As much as I’m not in my right mind right now, I know one thing for certain… I’m not the only one who was affected by the moon last night. Our village smells like Brody Savage, which means that he and Adelaide sealed the deal finally.
And as bad as I felt on the way here, this fact makes me feel even worse. Because two alphas were taking those same gel capsules and though one of them claimed their mate, the other absolutely did not.
I woke up just after dawn. I was sleeping on top of Jase on the cabin couch.
I slept for about six hours right on him, like the dead. And it happened after I had my first kiss, not to mention my first and second…
Mortification swims through me. I orgasmed on Jason’s crotch. Twice!
And he was able to just sit there while it happened.
Which … stings.
Was it revenge for what I’ve put him through? I don’t know. I don’t think so, but…I am so mortified I could actually die of embarrassment.
I’ve gotten myself off plenty, always with him in my mind, but always alone.
I never imagined how much more intense it could be than what I was giving to myself.
That felt incredible. And all it was, was me sliding back and forth, my face buried in his throat, my throbbing clit rubbing against his hard dick.
How much better would that have been without clothes? With him participating?
Coming with his scent in my nose, his warm skin against mine, his beautiful, strong arms around me… plus adding in the sound of his breathing, his heartbeat? I’d say it was amazing, but I can’t help but fixate on a few facts.
First: he just… let it happen. He didn’t participate.
And mostly: he didn’t lose control and take me like he knew I wanted. Like I know he’s wanted for the past however many days since it was decided that he would find my scent irresistible.
But he resisted!
And it stings. I can’t believe I acted like I did!
The moon has never, not ever affected me the way it does the other females in the pack.
I’ve always assumed it’s because I’m wolfless.
I knew it could change if I mated with someone, since the moon sways the human girls mated with our shifters.
I know it affects my mom at times and it has with Amie and Ivy.
It’s not as if all females go into moon heat cycles each lunar event.
Sometimes all of the mated females do. And sometimes the moon affects adult female wolf shifters who don’t have fated mates as well, making it so they seek out sexual partners.
Lunar event calendars go out annually and most of the events are predicted.
Yesterday’s event wasn’t on the calendar. And it’s not the first time we’ve had a spontaneous lunar event, but it is the first time it affected me.
I got horny first, before I left the library. I went home to pack an overnight bag, sneaking my little bullet vibrator from its’ hiding place in my bedroom.
I got back to Jase’s house excited about using it, because while packing my overnight bag I had the eureka realization that I could use it to get off while in Jase’s bed. The notion had my heart kicking up, my palms sweating, and necessitated an underwear change before I left to go to Jase’s house.
In several of my Jase fantasies, he’d catch me using my toy and toss it out of the way, telling me he had something bigger and better. But that was always in my room.
And being in his bed, surrounded by his scent, I figured I’d come hard and pass out.
Pressing the little silver bullet against myself while in his bed had deliciously lewd images flashing through my mind.
Me and Jase in the bed. Me and Jase in the shower.
The two of us in the back seat of Dad’s convertible at the drive-in.
Us doing it on that Ferris wheel with me fearlessly riding him up high in the sky while the gondola took us through many rotations.
I even had flashes of Jase in the library, doing another BookTok lean before putting his hand up my skirt, making me come with his fingers against my Anne Rice tabletop display.
I came pretty hard in his bed, but was still so wound up in the aftermath that I started up again. The bullet died and I didn’t bring the charger, so used my hand to finish myself off the second time, not long after the first, simply imagining Jase on top of me, looking into my eyes.
But it didn’t make me sleepy. It left me pondering how much better the real thing might be.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it, about him, and about all the ways he’s tried to prove himself to me in the past few days.
My neck felt strange, tingly, like I wanted nothing more than for his teeth to sink in just above my collarbone, so, I took a cool shower letting the water pelt that spot while talking myself out of driving to Tyson’s cabin to throw myself at Jase.
I even used the detachable showerhead on full pulse mode to get myself off a third time so I wouldn’t drive over there.
Obviously, none of that worked.
I didn’t bring my bag, didn’t bring my phone, and I didn’t even put shoes on my feet!
And bizarrely, the typical ten-minute drive seemed to only take a minute, as if I was there before I could talk myself out of it. And while driving, I was very aware of the moon looking strange, that golden hue that later invaded Jase’s eyes.
Looking at the moon, I wondered if it was time.
If Fate was showing us both it was time by sending me there fast, putting me into a vividly sexual state.
Putting me into that specific state so I wouldn’t be so scared to be claimed.
Putting me and Jase out of our misery. And then I went and threw myself at him and thought YES when he was kissing me back.
Despite my current mortification, I want to go back and have that kiss again. And again and again. Because man, that kiss…
My very first kiss was beyond my wildest fantasies.
It was raw, carnal, and beyond beautiful.
More than my dreams for all these years promised.
So much more. Jase kissed me like he’d been dying to do it for as long as I’ve been dying for him to do it.
His mouth moved over mine in a way I won’t ever forget.
Hunger. Relief. Desire. It was all there in the way he moved his lips, tasted me with his tongue, the way he breathed me in and held me in his arms. It was real. Vivid. Right.
It was better than anything. But he didn’t claim me. He didn’t bite me. He didn’t do either and I found myself powerless to stop myself from mashing my vagina against his crotch and making a fool of myself.
Twice!
When I woke up on top of him just before dawn, I could not imagine facing him in the daylight, so I carefully and quietly found my glasses and snuck out.
But as I was backing my car away from the cabin, the outside light flooded the porch and the door flew open, so without facing him, I whipped the car around and loudly floored it out of there.
Not remotely subtle. And I guess that’s my modus operandi. I’m not ever subtle. I don’t think I have it in me to be less than obvious about any damn thing.
And now I’m back in his house with lungs full of Brody Savage’s claiming scent, and… shit… Jase is probably on his way here, isn’t he?
I should go somewhere else. Where though?
My house? He’d go right there from here.
Same with the library. I’m not even fully dressed.
I’m still wearing a tank top and yoga shorts that now desperately need to be washed because I was that wet last night.
Sopping wet, using Jase’s crotch to get myself off.
If I didn’t smell Brody right now, I might not be spinning out this badly.
Maybe I’d be telling myself it was just that those are miracle pills.
But the fact that Brody and Adelaide mated last night along with the fact that I rode Jase’s massive erection twice means that although those pills might help with urges, they don’t stop the functionality.
He could have claimed me, but he didn’t.
Okay, so maybe what he said was true, that he wanted me to pick the time instead of it being decided by the moon. But maybe I need to invent other scenarios to drive myself half-crazy.
Like, maybe the urge he had is gone because I’ve made him wait too long.
Or maybe he didn’t claim me because he took more pills than he was supposed to take.
Or maybe it’s because I’m not remotely irresistible to him anymore.
And I’ve been such a super-bitch that I’ve emasculated him.
Yup. The super-bitch can certainly turn off the super-alpha.
Maybe I’ve just ruined everything!
I rush upstairs, about to pee my pants, use the bathroom, and grab the tote I packed to stay here a few days, stuffing everything into it and grabbing my phone and charger before rushing back to the bathroom to grab my train case of makeup and hair tools.
I nearly wipe out running down the stairs to make my escape, startled by the phone in my hand ringing.
Shit. Jase.
I stand on the bottom step watching it ring before it stops and I see I have four missed calls from him in a span of ten minutes. The phone starts ringing for a fifth call, it’s him again, and I don’t answer it.
Instead, I rush to my car, toss my stuff on the passenger seat, start it, and back out of the driveway, but I’m halted, lunging forward with a massive crunch noise.
I’ve just backed into something solid.
Shit! I’ve hit Jason’s pickup truck!
No, no, no!
I undo my seatbelt, but my door is already opening.
“You okay?” he asks, concern etched into his handsome face.
“I… I just smashed into your truck! Fuck!”
I rush out to assess the damage.
There’s more damage to my car than his truck, but I’ve definitely damaged his fender.
“You okay?” he repeats.
“Your truck isn’t okay! My car’s not okay! Fuck!”
I’m pacing.