10. TREY
Chapter 10
TREY
Everything I’d been anxious about a moment ago slips from my mind when Heather’s mouth meets mine. This time, I hear it clearly in my head—her wolf calling out to mine and mine answering.
It’s not Heather and Trey, the seamstress and the publishing magnate’s son kissing right now. It’s the heir to Alpha power connecting with someone who….I don’t know. I’m not sure what this means.
I remember seeing something about this in the archives, but I can’t remember any of what I read there. All I’m aware of is that she’s kissing me, and I want to kiss her back. I want all of her.
I deepen the kiss, bringing my hands up her back, into her hair, and letting my tongue slide in between her lips as my wolf calls out to hers the whole time.
She responds in kind, embracing my waist, her hips touching mine as our bodies line up together.
Then reality creeps back in and I find myself overcome with anger. How dare she? What the fuck could she have been thinking? I have to take control of this.
With my fingers still in her hair, I feel my claws emerge. In one swift move, I end the kiss and get her up against the wall, the claws on my other hand pinning her there.
I’m reminded of the day we met, but there’s a lot more between us this time. That wolf call is far stronger. I still feel it now, but I have to resist.
“What are you after?”
The words come out in a growl, and I see the fear on her face. I know she heard me and understands what I’ve asked.
I feel her breathing grow faster and hear her heartbeat matching it. I have to fight harder to resist. Everything in me wants to go back to kissing her. The only answer she gives me is a whimper.
I can’t hold back anymore. My claws retract, and I give in to the call of her wolf—surrendering to the sensation that I need her.
Our kiss is more intense this time, and my hands roam all over her body. Every tight curve falls under my hungry palms, and I ache over the fact that there are still layers of clothing between us.
I hear the sound of her moaning before I feel the vibration in my mouth. It spurs me on further. My hand goes under her shirt, and I discover that she’s not wearing a bra.
Her hand is on my pants, rubbing against my hard dick, and I pinch her nipple, my lips moving down her jawline to that little hollow between her neck and shoulder.
The next moan that comes out of her is louder without my mouth covering hers. I run my tongue down her collarbone slowly, wanting to torture her just a bit.
She responds in kind by unbuttoning my pants and pulling down my zipper. Her hand is on my dick without any barrier now. Her skin on mine is nearly unbearable.
I massage her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers and feeling it harden. I know that it’s making her wet without having to put my hands in her pants, which is suddenly all I want to do. I
push into her hand, and she takes a step back. Now I have her against the wall again, this time with a much different intention.
What she whispers next almost sends me into a frenzy. With my mouth still at that spot on her neck, she turns her head so her mouth is near my ear.
“I want you,” she says. “I want all of you.”
Her grip around my dick strengthens, and she moves her hand faster.
“I mean it, Trey. I don’t care if you intend to kill me when this is all over. I want you to fuck me, here and now.”
I take her hand off of me. Then, I take the other and pin both of them above her head with one of mine. I don’t answer her but I do move my mouth back up to hers.
With my free hand, I reach into her leggings, move her thin panties aside, and marvel at the way her breath hitches as I thrust two fingers into her wet pussy.
She wasn’t lying at all. I see that she does want me as her panties are soaked through. My fingers slide in with no resistance at all.
I stroke the inside walls of her pussy and stop to circle around her clit with my wet fingers before I thrust them inside her and start pumping.
Our kiss is more intense, and she’s struggling against my hand, pinning her in place. She’s riding my hand as I pump into her, letting me in deeper and deeper until she’s coming all over me.
I don’t stop there, though. I keep circling her clit, flicking it back and forth as her orgasm goes on and on.
She’s moaning with my mouth on hers, squirming against me and making me never want to stop. Her legs turn to jelly as her orgasm ends, but I don’t let her fall.
I remove my fingers slowly, then stop the kiss to lick each of them in front of her. She watches, eyes glazed over in utter bliss. I let her hands go and she latches them on me.
“Your turn,” she says.
But she doesn’t keep her hands on me. She drops down to her knees and pulls my dick out of my boxers. In the next moment, her mouth is on me with one hand still at the base, controlling her movement.
My hands are in her hair then, and I start to thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.
She adjusts her head, and my entire length is in her mouth, moving down her throat while her tongue works the rest of me.
She’s moving faster now, feeling the veins in my dick harden. She doesn’t stop. I move with her as she goes faster and faster, the way only a wolf could handle.
I can’t hold back anymore, and I come hard. She takes it all and swallows it down, moving her lips on me until I’m completely spent. I stroke her hair as she finishes me off.
Most of our clothes are still on, but what happened between us changes things. We’re going to have to face that eventually.
Right now, though, all I want is to kiss her again, to know what she looks like naked, and to taste her the way she just tasted me. But we need to take a moment and talk about this.
As much as I want to throw her up against that wall with nothing between us, we need to get our bearings and figure out how to keep her alive.
“I’m going to order some food. You want dumplings?” I say as I back away from her and close up my pants.
Her eyes widen, and she pulls out a chair to sit down. Her mouth opens and closes a few times in silence before she responds.
“Sure, I guess,” there is a question in her voice. “Um, didn’t we leave Violet outside in the car?”
“Yeah, I’ll send her to get it, and then she can go home while we talk.”
Heather’s brows knit together.
“Talk? About what?”
Part of me is flattered that I can rattle her so much, but at the same time, I’m slightly annoyed that I have to explain this.
Her hair is still disheveled from my fingers in it as she worked my dick with her mouth. The thought starts to get me hard all over again. I have to concentrate.
“Yes, talk about what just happened and what it means going forward. I know you felt it too, my wolf calling to yours.”
Her face goes ashen.
“It’s okay, Heather. You can’t control that. I’ve been reading in my family archives and I’ve learned something about all this. I didn’t make the connection before, but now that we’ve come together in this way, I can see it.”
“See it?” She looks up at me.
“The mating bond, Heather.”
“What?!” She stands up. “We can’t be mates. That’s not possible.”
She’s terrified all over again. The effects of the orgasms I gave her moments ago are completely gone. This is going to be a long night. I better get that order in. I take out my phone and look up at her again.
“So you do want dumplings?”
She throws her hands up and settles back into her chair. I chuckle and place an online order for a bit of everything from that Chinese place she said she loves. I text Violet to go grab the food and then head home.
Violet: Fine. You didn’t kill her, did you?
Me: No, sister, your seamstress is still intact. Mostly.
Violet: Omg, Trey what did you do?
Me: Nothing. Just get the food, drop it back here, and go home.
Violet: You don’t want me to leave the car? I can call someone.
Me: It’s fine. Take the car.
Violet: Ok. I’m going. Be back in a few with the food.
I put my phone in my pocket and look up at Heather. She’s staring at the break room table like it’s a void that’ll give her answers if she looks hard enough. I sit down at the table across from her, and she meets my gaze.
Her eyes are wet, and I see streaks of tears on her cheeks. Fuck, she’s been crying while I’ve been making stupid jokes with my sister.
“Hey,” I try to keep my voice soft. “We can figure this out.”
“I’m not in love with you,” she says through more tears.
“I know that.”
“How can I be your mate, then?”
“I don’t know. We don’t control that, and we don’t have to deal with it right now.”
“So what is there to figure out?”
“How to keep you alive when this is all over.”
“Is that even possible?”
“I think it is, but you’re not going to like how we do it.”
“What do you mean?”
She wipes her eyes and sniffles. I go over to the tiny kitchen area where the coffee maker is and get her a few napkins. I don’t balk when she blows her nose right there at the table.
Taking the napkins, she folds them up, and I toss them in the trash before washing my hands. She gets up to do the same when I return.
While she’s in the bathroom, Violet brings the food. She doesn’t come inside, but instead, she texts me and tells me it’s by the back door.
I see the car driving away when I open the door to get the bags, grateful that she chose to drive away without any questions. I set the box on the break room table and start unpacking the food. Heather isn’t back yet.
She enters the room again a few moments later as I’m setting down paper plates and plastic utensils. I’d ordered a bottle of soda along with the food, fairly certain that she was tired of water and coffee.
She sits down and starts dishing out from the cartons without a word. When she’s done, she spears a piece of sesame chicken with her fork and speaks before she starts to dig in.
“Ok then, tell me all about your grand plan to save my life.”
I sit down and talk as I fill my own plate.
“I never liked the laws of exile when we first revealed ourselves to the humans.”
“Then why have you upheld them all this time?” She asks between bites.
“I don’t have much of a choice. I’m the Alpha’s son. Unless I want to be in exile myself, it’ll take time to make changes, and that won’t be until after I’m Alpha myself.”
She waves her hand in a “go on” gesture as she continues eating. As wolves, we have insatiable appetites, and she’s been living mostly on freezer meals and processed baked goods.
“I floated the idea of changing those laws with my own inner circle and it didn’t go over well. I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime in our generation. I can seed the idea and do some groundwork as Alpha for the next generation to take over, but again, that takes time.”
“But you found something else?”
“I did. If the person in exile becomes an Alpha, then they’re protected. That’s how we save you.”
She puts down her fork. “I don’t get it. How can I become an Alpha?”
I smile at her. “Well, you’ll have to get married.”
She gulps down the soda she’d just sipped. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Absolutely. If you marry an Alpha, you become his partner, his Alpha female.”
“And who is this Alpha I’m going to marry? Because I sure as hell am not marrying your father.”
I chuckle at that. “I agree. That would be a nightmare.”
“Who else then?”
“I’m not sure yet. But I’ll help you find someone.”
“And after that?”
“After you’re married, you don’t have to be in exile anymore. You probably won’t be living here in the city, but there are some nearby packs that may have an Alpha who’s eligible. You’ll be able to visit your parents, and they can come see you, too.”
She looks up at that. “Really? I can tell them I’m alive?”
“Not now, but yes, after you marry your Alpha husband, you can tell them whatever you want.”
“Okay. I’m in. Let’s do this.”
She puts out her hand, and I shake it, trying to forget where it was earlier tonight.
“Deal.”