Chapter 10 #3
"Ah well, you can go tell her I was telling lies about her Knoxy, if you want. See what she says," I said, nodding at her solemnly. She’d noticed we had a bit of an audience, so she stalked away before I could make it worse for her dear leader.
Blake spun me in his arms again so we were nose to nose.
"It wasn’t a punch to Monroe’s nose but I’m still pretty turned on," he whispered.
I smiled. "Dance with me." I took his hand and dragged him over to where Ben was dancing with Harriet and Tyson.
Blake stepped into me, and I leaned in to shout in his ear, "You can thank me later for saving you—I’m pretty sure those two wanted to tie you to a bed and do things to you I could only imagine in my nightmares. "
He shivered. I wasn’t sure if he was repulsed or turned on, or maybe both.
"You’re getting warmer with the dirty talk, Wild Girl, but not quite on target."
I laughed as we started to sway to the music. Of course he was a great dancer, moving languidly to the rhythm while caressing my back, shoulders, hips, and arms. Ben caught my eye at one point and mouthed Car Sex Playlist at me, then went back to grinding on Harriet.
I caught him making eyes over her shoulder at Thad, who was up against the far wall of the living room with the same girl from earlier plastered to his body, but he was not even trying to hide how hard he was staring in Ben’s direction.
I noticed other couples leaving the dance floor and sneaking up the stairs together, obviously trying to find a private spot to grope each other more intimately.
Blake pulled me in tighter as the next song started to thump through the speakers. His hands were on my hips, while mine were clasped behind his neck.
"You know," I said into his ear, "Your hands have been avoiding my ass like it’s on fire."
"I’m behaving myself at the moment," he replied, pressing his cheek right against mine, his lips almost touching my ear, his smooth baritone caressing me.
"I could be inching my hands up under this tight little skirt, trying to cop a feel of that phenomenal ass, but I don’t feel the need to piss all over you in front of everyone to try to claim you like an animal.
That being said, as soon as we're somewhere where it’s just you and me, this ass is mine. "
Well, damn. I shivered, and I felt my ladybits tingling in anticipation.
I wasn’t sure how he was managing to be both very polite and very dirty at the same time, but it had my wolf alert and my libido raging.
He spun me in his arms so that my back was to his front, and I pressed my ass back into what I could tell was a growing erection.
Point taken, buddy.
We were lost in the beat of the next song when it hit me.
Nausea. Lust. Stomach roiling. Arousal.
"Fuck!" I said, stumbling.
"Mave, what’s wrong?" Blake asked, holding onto my hand and peering down at me with concern.
"I… I just need some air. Probably need to rehydrate."
He just nodded and pulled me toward the kitchen.
He snagged a bottle of water out of the ice chest, then led me outside to the pool deck.
I sucked in deep breaths of the warm night air as I hurried along the side of the pool, trying to get clear of all of the partygoers.
Blake followed close behind me, and I darted around the side of the pool house that sat at the far end of the giant swimming pool.
That fucking asshole.
He couldn’t wait until he got home to fuck his girlfriend?
He couldn’t wait until I got home to fuck his girlfriend?
I leaned against the cool stone wall of the pool house.
We were shrouded by darkness, hovering just outside of the reach of the patio lights.
I could still hear the low hum of chatter and the occasional shriek or laugh from the students still partying by the pool.
I closed my eyes and felt for my power, letting it flow through my body and soothe my wolf.
She hated Knox, but she was still hurt by his actions.
Blake handed me the bottle of water. "Are you okay?"
I took it and nodded. Moons, what a shitshow.
I thought about sending Blake back inside so he could continue to enjoy the party while I got my shit together.
Instead, because apparently I was a selfish, needy bitch, I reached for his hand and squeezed it while I pushed more power outward, like I was trying to expel the sick feeling out of me.
Blake closed his eyes and let out a low moan, leaning next to me on the wall.
Oh fuck, did he feel that?
Humans were not affected by wolf Alpha power, but I was so fucked up inside these days, who knew anymore. But if he had gotten a hint of that push, it would’ve been pretty unpleasant, and that was not a moan of discomfort.
My stomach settled. Knox must’ve just been banging out a quickie in a corner somewhere.
"I’m sorry, Blake," I said, turning to look at him. "I was having an awesome time. I hope I didn’t fuck it up."
He looked over at me, still holding my hand. "Mave, whatever that was, it seems like you’re feeling okay now?" He raised his eyebrows in question.
"Yeah. I’m good now."
"Good, because I’m done behaving."
He stepped in front of me and placed both of his hands against the wall on either side of my face.
He leaned down so that we were nose to nose, his green eyes staring intently into my hazel ones.
He seemed to be taking one last second to make sure I was really okay.
I dipped my head in the tiniest of nods.
His lips crashed into mine then, and he slid both of his big hands into my hair and cradled my head while he pressed hot, needy kisses to my lips.
I grabbed his face and pulled him into me, licking the seam of his lips so that he’d open for me.
He did immediately, and our tongues tangled together while I threw my arms around his neck.
He pressed me into the wall of the pool house and ran his hands down my body as he continued to kiss me, first on the lips, then my jaw, then down my neck while his hands roamed my body.
They darted up under my shirt first, caressing the bare skin of my sides and my lower back.
Then his hands travelled south, smoothing over the top of my skirt and gliding down over my ass.
His lips returned to mine and he devoured me with hunger while his hands dipped down to the backs of my thighs, then moved up under my skirt to firmly cup my ass.
He found bare ass there, too, since all I had on under my tight skirt was a sporty black thong.
He groaned and squeezed me. "This ass is even better than I thought it would be," he said against my lips.
I moaned as he lifted me by my butt cheeks, wrapping my legs around his waist and pinning me to the wall.
I felt his hard dick pressing against me through his jeans as he ground into me, our tongues in a battle for dominance.
"Blake… fuck," I panted, moving my hips to get some friction on my aching center.
"I’ve got you, Wild Girl," he said gruffly against my neck.
In an impressive feat of strength, he hoisted me up so that he had one arm under my almost-bare ass, still pressing me into the wall for leverage.
Then he snaked his other hand between my legs.
He pressed his palm against my pubic bone then slid two fingers down under my panties and over my needy clit.
Then he began to rub me with firm, quick strokes.
I moaned into his mouth, his fingers dancing the perfect rhythm against my clit while I continued to grind my hips into him. He groaned again and picked up the pace.
"Oh holy fuck, Blake," I cried. "Shit, yes, I’m gonna… fuck, I’m… ohhh!" A sudden wave of pleasure washed through me, radiating out from my center where Blake continued to rub me vigorously.
"Fuck yes," he growled. "Come for me, baby. God, I love that sound."
I moaned through my orgasm, then I heaved out a sigh and buried my face in his neck, breathing hard, as the tingles that had shot down my legs and through my belly dissipated.
He set me down gently and kissed me on my lips, my cheeks, and my hair. I felt lighter than I had in weeks. He kissed my nose, and I grinned up at him. Then I reached for his belt, ready to please him as much as he’d just pleased me.
I'd just started to unbuckle him when suddenly Blake’s body was ripped away from me, and a furious Knox stood glaring at me in his place. He was disheveled, with strands of white-blond hair dangling from his usually perfectly styled faux-hawk and his black T-shirt untucked.
"What the FUCK, Knox!" I screamed in his face. "Get the fuck away from me, you asshole!"
Blake had recovered from the surprise of being shoved away from me, and he stepped up to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with me. "Back the fuck up, Monroe."
"Why the fuck are you letting him touch you?" Knox seethed at me, ignoring Blake.
Has he lost his mind? He was very clearly just fucking someone like five minutes ago!
I stepped right up to him and shoved him away from me. "Who the fuck do you think you are, Knox Monroe? You're nothing to me, and I'm nothing to you. Or did you forget?"
"I told you that if you wanted dick, you should come to me," he bit out, clearly having gone insane. "Why would you let... him... touch you?"
Moons, he's lost his mind.
I knew what was happening—the mate bond was finally driving him crazy, too.
He must've felt the effects of my tryst with Blake in the same way I could feel him fucking Nikka.
The difference was that I put on my big girl panties and dealt with the shitty mess he created; he was trying to have it both ways.
"I will touch whoever I want, whenever I want, Ice Man. Get it through your thick skull."