Chapter 8
Ava
When I woke the next morning, I knew that my whole life had changed, and I wasn’t sure if it was for the better or for worse.
Not only had I slept in a man’s bed for the first time, but the gentle ache on my shoulder told me that something far deeper had occurred.
I’d heard of wolf shifters and humans pairing together, but I hadn’t believed it and I certainly never thought that it would happen to me.
I was feeling the bond, the ever-pulsing energy that tied me to another through some sort of magical thread, a connection that bound me to him.
I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself still as I took stock of my limbs and the ceaseless pounding of my heart.
There was almost a mystical energy to its constant drum in my chest, almost as if his and mine were beating as one.
I didn’t want to move for fear of waking him up, but when his chin brushed against my shoulder, I knew that he was already awake.
“How did you sleep?” he purred.
The mark throbbed and so did the infuriatingly needy clit between my thighs.
When had his voice turned into such pure liquid sex?
“Well,” I answered, but my voice revealed just how aroused that simple question had made me.
He openly sniffed the air, and I couldn’t help myself as I pressed my legs together, hoping that I would be able to hide what I inevitably already knew was there.
“I’m glad,” he answered, and his fingers slipped between my thighs.
“Just as wet as I left you,” he murmured, and I couldn’t stop the way my body responded to him with open invitation.
My thighs parted of their own accord as his finger slid along my pussy.
I gasped as fiery tendrils of pleasure raced up and down my legs.
Why was he so fucking good at that? Why did a single touch of his hand make me want to fall apart all over it?
“Lawson,” I whined.
“Hmmm. Would you like to come for me, little mate?” he whispered hoarsely, the gravelly tone of his voice brushing against the tiny hairs on my ear and driving me wild with need.
With him, I was insatiable.
“Yes. Please, alpha,” I answered excitedly, and his finger began to move faster and harder.
Fuck. He was going to make me come. Fast.
I don’t know how he managed it, but I was on the precipice of orgasm within seconds. I could feel it building inside of me, a tiny little ball of desire that was quickly beginning to spiral out of control.
“You will wait until I give you permission, mate. I’m only going to allow you to have one orgasm this morning, so make sure you come very long and very hard for me.”
His instruction only made holding on that much more difficult. My thighs began to shake at the effort it took to keep my orgasm at bay.
“If you fail to follow my instructions, I will spank that naughty little clit bright red and bring you downstairs wet, incredibly needy, and very sore.”
I squirmed, trying to avoid his skillful fingers, but it didn’t do much good. His arm held me captive around my waist as his touch danced on top of my clit, ceaseless and wonderful in the same breath.
“That’s not all, sweet mate. If you come before I give you permission, you’re not going to be allowed to wear anything at all today. I’m planning on introducing you to the rest of my pack today and it’s up to you whether you’ll be naked when I do it,” he warned, and I shook harder.
“Please,” I begged.
It terrified me how quickly he could turn me from a proud woman to a soaking wet whimpering mess needy for release.
For several more agonizing moments, he forced me to wait. To me, it felt like forever.
“Please, alpha!”
“Are you going to come long and hard for me, little mate?” he asked.
“Yes! Yes, alpha!”
“Good. Then come for me now, my pretty mate. Come as hard as you can for me,” he coaxed.
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
My entire body clamped down hard and I let go, finally basking in the ultimate bliss of release. There was no pain this time, only pleasure and it was glorious.
I moaned his name, and his fingers worked my clit even more firmly, dragging out every last second of ecstasy that he could.
My thighs quivered. My spine arched hard, pressing my bottom against the very thick and hard length of his cock.
It sat snugly between my bottom cheeks, and I blushed hard as the thought of him sliding it inside my bottom hole passed over me.
My orgasm only seemed to strengthen after that.
Fiery scalding hot bliss radiated through me, feeling like a warm beam of light passing over me. The heat blossomed over my heart, wrapping around me like a blanket and when my release finally began to fade, it left me feeling as though I was floating on air.
“Good girl,” he whispered, and another electrifying thrill raced straight to my heart.
As the pleasure ebbed away, I hummed softly with satisfaction.
“Thank you,” I murmured, and he pressed his lips against my throat. I could tell he was smiling, and it was infectious.
“It was my pleasure, sweet mate. I wanted to make sure you enjoyed waking up in my bed for the first time,” he whispered. I giggled a little, a giddy combination of shame, satisfaction, and blissfully sated happiness.
He held me for a few minutes and when my heart stopped racing in my chest, he took me by the hand and led me into his closet. I walked on numb legs, but he was exceedingly patient with me until I was stable on my feet.
“I took the liberty of ordering you a few things before I came for you yesterday. You will find them hanging for you over there,” he guided, pointing to the left side rail.
He ordered more than a few things. He’d practically ordered me a wardrobe.
My mouth was slightly agape as I took a step toward what appeared to be at least forty different dresses. Some were a solid color, others covered in a simple hexagonal pattern, and even more consisted of soft flowy fabric decorated with a brilliant variety of brightly colored flowers.
“Pick your favorite and put it on for me. There’s shoes for you underneath on the wooden rack,” he explained.
“Are there any panties? Or maybe a bra?” I asked, looking around, and a ruthless smile crossed his lips.
“You won’t be wearing either today,” he answered.
His devilish grin only widened with diabolic intent, and I whined softly.
I don’t know why, but his expression made me weak.
I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I said nothing at all.
I looked down at the floor, trying to hide the way a flush of heat was burning up my cheeks.
Wearing a dress without any panties beneath it seemed especially shameful and I chewed my lip anxiously knowing with every step I took today, he would know that I was bare underneath my skirt.
Swiftly, he came to me and forced a finger under my chin. He smiled knowingly and I squirmed, feeling my wetness slick against my thighs. I blushed harder, knowing that he could likely smell it. My nipples tightened and I was too proud to make a move to cover them up.
Bastard.
I bet he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
I jerked my head and pulled my chin from his grasp.
He smirked, chuckling as he walked over to the other side of the closet.
Desperate to cover my naked body, I chose the first garment that called to me, a soft flowy white wrap dress.
The fabric was covered in a muted blue rose petal pattern that I liked very much.
It wrapped around my waist, and I tied it tight, grateful for any kind of cloth to finally be covering my bare form.
It felt decadently shameful to not be wearing any panties though.
I was distinctly aware of the heaviness in my breasts as well, knowing that I was going to feel them shake rather disgracefully with every step.
My hard nipples would probably show through the fabric.
I tried to put it out of my head, futile as I knew that would be.
I’d be thinking about it all day and the worst part of it all was that it was making me wet.
With a nervous fumble, I found the shoes he’d talked about and slipped my feet into a dark gray quilted pair of ballet flats. They were so soft and cozy, almost like walking on a pillow and I could only guess at what that sort of comfort cost.
When I was done, I turned to face him with a brave face.
He’d adorned a black suit with a cream-colored button-up underneath.
He was rifling through his ties, and I daringly wandered over, thumbing a burgundy one embroidered with gold thread.
It stuck out to me, and I got the sudden urge to see it on him.
“Will you wear this one?” I asked cautiously.
“Gladly,” he smiled as he lifted my fingers to his lips. He kissed them softly and I shyly grinned in return. “Thanks for your help,” he added.
He went to lift it up over his head himself but paused when my fingers pressed against his wrist.
“Will you allow me?”
“Since you asked so nicely, little one,” he answered. I took the tie from his hands and wound it around his neck, tucking it beneath his collar and tying it in a neat square knot. When I was done, he inspected my work in a mirror and cleared his throat approvingly.
“I used to tie my father’s all the time. He was the one that taught me,” I said quietly.
“He taught you well, Ava,” Lawson said. “You did a really nice job.”
“Thanks,” I grinned.
“Now, let me show you around the house and you can meet a few members of my pack,” he said, and a tiny glimmer of excitement raced through me.
“Okay,” I replied, and I took his hand when he offered it. He guided me out of his room and with every step, I was reminded of how bare I felt beneath my skirt. I tried to swallow my desire for him to touch me again, but I soon realized there would be none of that.
If he was near, I’d probably be wet forever.