33. No Way Back
thirty-three
No Way Back
*ROSEA*
Itoss my shoes to the side, relieved to finally get them off my feet. Forest does the same, before shrugging off his jacket and blazer as well. “Finally, home,” he groans.
“But it was a successful evening.”
“It was,” Forest exclaims, grabbing me by the waist and twirling me around. “You were amazing.”
I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck. “No, you were amazing.”
“Let’s stick with we both were,” he smiles impishly before lifting me up in his arms. I wrap my legs around his middle, letting him carry me through the apartment.
“Bathroom first,” I command before he can reach the bedroom.
Forest nods and carries me to the bathroom, letting me down when we are inside. He looks at me so adoringly that it makes my heart flutter.
“You are stunning, Rose,” Forest says, cupping my cheeks and looking at me. “One of these days I might go into cardiac arrest thanks to you, but I’d die a happy man.”
“No dying,” I say. “If one day one of us passes, then only when we are old and crumpled, and preferably die with each other.”
“So, you see a future with me in which we are old?” Forest asks, his eyes lighting up in joy. “A future in which we will grow old together. Old and happy.”
I pause at his question, realizing what I just hinted at, but I don’t want to take it back again. I want to have Forest, and I want to have him now. “I can’t let any other luna be at your side. It has to be me.”
Forest smirks. “I love when you are being possessive.”
“Don’t forget, I carry alpha blood in me,” I say.
“And now?” Forest asks. There is a hint of insecurity in his eyes, like he is scared I might push him away now.
I don’t wait for the insecurity to fester. “First, you could help me out of this dress.”
Something in his eyes flashes, his more wolfish side coming forward now. “Turn around,” he says, his voice a velvet drawl that sends a shiver down my back.
I turn around, closing my eyes when I feel Forest stepping closer until his chest hits my back.
His hand moves to my neck and then brushes down my body, oh so very slowly.
His hand lingers at one of my breasts, adding pressure to his touch and making me arch my back.
He leans his chin against my shoulder before kissing my neck.
His hand moves downwards until he stops at the lower part of my stomach.
I feel the heat pooling between my legs, wanting him to move further, to get rid of the fabric between us and touch me everywhere.
“I believe I asked you to take it off,” I say.
“I've wanted to do that ever since you came out of the room with this dress on,” he mutters.
“What, undress me?”
“Yes.”
The slip of my dress loosens slightly, and he slides it off my shoulders. “You are not wearing a bra!” he comments, both of his hands suddenly back on my chest, cupping a breast each.
“These dresses have built-in bras.”
I moan when he squeezes one of my nipples.
“Fascinating,” he says.
I wiggle slightly until the dress slips off me, leaving me naked in front of him. Well almost.
“You are still wearing panties,” he complains.
“Well, change that then,” I say.
I don’t need to ask him twice. He slides his fingers beneath the waistband of my underwear, tugging down until I step out of them. He turns me around now, so I am facing him as he stands up again, using his hands to move over my body without touching me between my legs.
He is a tease. Who would have known?
“Your turn,” I say.
He smiles before he obliges, taking off his clothes piece by piece until he stands naked in front of me.
By the goddess, he is so handsome. Deep inside, I feel like he is the first man I’ve truly wanted.
When Jordan began courting me and was still pretending to be nice, we got intimate pretty quickly.
I don’t think I was ready for it back then; I just went along with it because I felt like I had to do that for my mate.
But Forest… I want him.
And the fact that he is erect already proves he wants me too.
Finally, free from our clothes, we both step into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the sweat and the scent of the fabric we were wearing.
Forest lathers me up with shower gel before I do the same for him.
Just as he spent time touching me earlier, I try to explore every inch of his body.
He has thick thighs, which I love, a broad chest that I can’t stop touching to feel his muscles, and I love that he has his hair long and wild.
He looks like the type of alpha that spends a lot of time outside in nature, with his pack, instead of in business meetings.
And I love that he is aware of his strengths and weaknesses, and of mine.
With my hands slicked up by the shower gel, I wrap my fingers around the shaft of his cock, feeling how it grows and stiffens in my hand. I try not to apply too much pressure to make sure he won’t come, while my thumb brushes over the tip of his cock whenever I move my hand up.
With the next spray of water, the shower gel is washed off us, and I kneel down and lean forward, wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock and sucking at it softly.
When I glance upwards, I meet Forest’s eyes.
His gaze is pinned to me, dark and intense, making more heat pool between my legs.
I need more friction, or any friction. I want him to touch me, I want to feel his cock inside me.
I want to be filled up by him, and somehow that wish terrifies me less than I thought it would.
I have battled my attraction to Forest ever since I met him, but now that I allow it to happen, I don’t feel intimidated or scared. I suddenly feel so confident.
“Rose,” Forest growls, moving his hand downwards to cup my chin and have me look at him again. “I want you.”
“I want you, too.”
“Is that true?” he asks. Despite his wolf pushing forward and him looking at me full of need and lust, he is still verifying with me and asking for my consent.
It chases any small remainder of doubt away that if I give this to him, there is no going back.
I don’t want to go back.
“I want you,” I repeat. “Fuck me, Forest!”
He switches the water off and practically drags me out of the huge shower. He towels us dry so that we aren’t slippery wet anymore before scooping me in his arms again. This time, he goes straight to the bedroom, dropping me onto the bed and climbing on top of me.
I wrap my arms around him, not able to let him go. I am scared that if I don’t feel him close, he might change his mind and disappear. Forest moves an arm under my back, scooping me up a little, before he leans into a kiss. His free hand moves down my body between my legs… fucking finally!
“Fuck, you are wet, babe,” he growls. “I love how hot you are for me.”
He pushes two fingers inside me at once, while his thumb brushes over my clit. “Yes, Forest,” I moan. “Feels so good.”
His fingers keep moving in and out of me, and soon a third one is added.
He curls one of his fingers slightly, pressing against my walls.
The sensation startles me at first, my brain quicker than my emotions at the unfamiliar feeling.
When Forest brushes against the same spot again, I can’t help but moan in delight.
Jordan’s never really bothered with my pleasure.
Back then, I thought that was how it’s supposed to be.
Obviously, over the years, I realized how selfish he truly was.
He kept telling me that most women don’t feel pleasure from vaginal penetration.
What an asshole.
If that were true, I wouldn’t feel anything from Forest fingering me.
I pull Forest into another kiss, my tongue pushing past his lips immediately to find his.
Forest lets me take the lead, allowing me to dominate the kiss, until he answers almost bruisingly.
When he draws back my lips tingle, and feel swollen, yet I just want more.
“Rose,” he groans. “That was… Fuck… you are hot.”
“Do it, I am ready,” I say.
Forest draws back a little, taking a condom out of the drawer of his bedside table.
He rips the package open and wraps the condom over his cock, before lubing it up.
His dick is standing proud now, and it sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
I want him inside me. His dick is thick and long, but I know I can take him.
I spread my legs for him to kneel between them, feeling his arm under my back again, moving downwards to my ass.
He scoops me up until my ass rests against his thighs, with only my back on the mattress.
“Rose,” he mutters, bending down to kiss my neck.
“Rose.” He keeps saying my name while he pushes inside me inch by inch.
His cock stretches me open wide, the stretch burning at first. I don’t want him to stop, though, and I grab some of his hair, pulling him downwards towards me until his head is between my breasts.
Forest takes advantage of the position, sucking at one of my nipples and biting down on it softly.
Then he is up again, claiming my lips once more, and I can only melt into the kiss.
The burn of his cock stretching me lessens as he pushes inside me completely.
“Are you okay?” Forest asks, looking at me with concern.
“I am fine, more than fine.” I brush a strand of hair from his face. “Now, fuck me,” I say. “Fuck me as if I were your mate.”
Something dark flashes in his eyes. “For us, you and Alora are our mates,” Forest… or Darien growls.
I don’t have time to utter a response as Forest, in one sharp movement, almost pulls out of me just to slam into me again. “Yes,” I moan.
Initially, his thrusts are controlled, but they grow more frantic. I hold onto him while he fills me up completely, his grunts and my moans filling the room. And for the first time since I met him, I realize I want to carry his mark.
If this were a full moon night, I would have told him to mark me, I would have begged him to do so. I am sure now. I want to be his.
My walls clench around his cock, making him groan.
He takes one of my hands, entwining our fingers for a moment before he lets go and moves his hand between our bodies.
His thumb circles my clit. I can feel the callouses on his fingertips, slightly rough to the touch, but they make sparks of lust shoot through my body.
I dig my nails into his shoulder, gasping at the sudden sensation I am feeling. It’s like a tight knot inside me opens up, its strings shooting throughout my whole body, making me shiver and moan. Forest makes sure I ride out my orgasm before he stills inside me, his cock throbbing, his body tense.
One day, when we are mated and the whole shitshow is dealt with, I want him to come inside me. I want to feel how he fills me up completely.
Forest pulls out of me gently, dropping down next to me and pulling me up into his arms so I lie sprawled on top of him. “I love you, Rose,” he says. “I fucking love you. I had no idea what love was until I met you. Now I know.”
“Is that true?” I ask.
Forest looks at me with a gentle smile. “I have never been in love,” he finally says.
“Not even once. Hearing how my mate got killed was devastating. I mourned her for the future I’d lost, and I wanted to bring justice to her.
I still want to do that because she was an innocent soul, caught up in a mess she wasn’t even remotely responsible for.
She was killed just because she was my mate.
And she deserves to receive justice.” He swallows thickly.
“But I also never knew her. I can’t… I can’t mourn her like I’d mourn my love, like I’d mourn you if something happened to you.
I never want to let go of you. Is that bad? Does that make me a bad person?”
“It’s not bad,” I say quietly. “It’s only natural that you would say that.
As for me,” I pause. “I loved Jordan… or so I thought. But now, I think I only felt the draw of the mate bond, but we never deepened our connection. I had no idea what it would feel like to be intimate with the man I love. I didn’t even know it could feel so amazing. ”
“So, you love me?” he asks, his eyes lighting up.
I turn my head to look at him. “I love you, more than anything else. So much, that it actually terrifies me.”
Forest cocoons me in his arms, a beautiful smile lighting up his face. “What a wonderful confession,” he finally says. “I am so lucky to have met you.”