Chapter 100
Chapter One Hundred
~Harlow~
My stupid hormones are rampant. I know I am being over-sensitive and slightly irrational at Leon's rejection and how Raidon ripped me out of the shower when Leon growled at me.
Yet my bond craves them, and none of them will touch me.
It is driving me crazy, and I am sure it is driving Raidon, Rhen, and especially Leon crazy, considering I sleep in his room.
After getting dressed in cotton shorts and a tank top, I make my way back downstairs with a towel wrapped around my head. Whatever Thane is cooking smells delicious. I wander into the kitchen to find him frying ground beef and what smells like herbs. I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge.
"That was quick," Thane states, and I shrug, wandering off. "Harlow?"
I don't bother answering. Instead, I keep walking into the living room; I grab the remote and flick the TV on before settling into my spot on the couch while trying to ignore the urge to either cry or touch myself.
These stupid hormones have me all over the place.
Shouldn't I be all glowy and lively? How come I get the short stick on pregnancy? Some part of me knows this because while I was away with Zara, my bond craved them. Now I’m finally back here, yet they still deny me.
The irrational part of me thinks they are doing it to me because I look like a stretched-out beached whale, and they are repulsed by me.
I am ten minutes into a show when Thane calls out to me from the kitchen. At first, I ignore him, but when he sings out again, I roll my eyes. Shutting the TV off, I move to the edge of the couch and force myself up. Wandering into the kitchen, I find Thane placing dinner in the oven.
"What's wrong?" I ask him.
"I was going to ask you that," he says, setting the kitchen towel on the counter.
"Seriously, you made me come all the way in here for nothing?
" I groan, about to turn away from him when his hands grab me, landing on my hips before sliding beneath the tank top I’m wearing.
With just his touch, my bond reacts, having been deprived by all of them.
A moan escapes my lips, much to my embarrassment.
My eyes widen, and I go to jerk away from him when he starts to purr, the sound vibrating from his chest against my back.
"You can always ask, Harlow."
"Believe me, I have. They won't fucking touch me," I snap at him angrily.
"Because they’re scared of hurting you," he tells me before leaning down. His breath sweeps over my neck as he flicks my hair over one shoulder, his hand on my hip tugging me closer.
"I have no such qualms," he purrs, running his nose along the column of my neck.
My eyes flutter shut, my hormones wreaking havoc as his arm wraps around me, his hand squeezing my breast while the other sneaks into my pants to cup my pussy.
The pressure of his hand alone has me pushing back against him, wanting—no, needing—his touch when he snaps me out of my lust-filled craze.
"I will need you to ask, though, Low. I will not be blamed for any regret you might feel afterward," he tells me before his lips move to his mark on my neck.
He kisses it and waits for me to speak while my face flames.
A few hours ago, we were at each other's throats.
And now, what am I supposed to do? Ask him for sex to put me out of my misery.
Like I am asking him to service a damn car?
He purrs, the sound deep as his Calling washes over me, and I press back against him. I should be mad, I should want to kick his balls out through his ass for using it on me, but I find no bitter feelings about it.
"I still need your permission, love."
I nod my head, and he growls, nipping at my neck, making a breathy moan escape me.
"Words or I will stop."
"Yes, just don't stop." I swear if he stops, I will kick him in the balls for giving me—hmm, what is the female equivalent to blue balls? Blue flaps? Blue clit? That doesn't sound right. I shake the weird thought away as his fingers suddenly move, caressing against me, teasing and toying with me.
My hips move against his hand before his fingers slide into me. His fingers push in as deep as the angle will allow. He slides them out before sliding them back in and curling them. I lean against him, losing myself to the feel of his fingers, his chest vibrating against my back as he Calls to me.
"More," I breathe, hips rocking against his hand. My hand feebly grabs his wrist, needing more. The sensation has warmth pooling in my belly and my inner walls grip his fingers hard.
Thane growls, sliding his fingers from me, and the feral growl that leaves me has him dipping his head and nipping my neck and mark.
"Patience," he purrs. Gripping my hips and spinning me to face him, he backs me up against the counter, and I grip his arm in question.
He grabs my face and kisses me. I melt against his lips as his tongue invades my mouth, my hands releasing his arm, so I can brace them around his neck.
Thane clears the counter with a swipe of his hand, not breaking the kiss and knocking everything into the sink before he grips my hips.
He lifts me onto the counter. My heart races in my chest.
Thane presses between my legs, running his fingertips over my cheek to grip my jaw, bringing his face down to mine.
He brushes his lips over mine, once, twice, and then dives into a kiss that sends the world spinning around me.
His hand drifts from my jaw, down to my neck, over my arm, to my hip, then back up to my side, where it stops on my breast. He pulls away, just as breathless as I am, and I read the question in his eyes.
He waits for permission, yet I am too far gone, craving his touch as I reach for him.
Thane smiles as he slowly bends down toward me.
His lips brush gently against mine. His fingers untie the drawstring on my shorts before gripping the waistband.
Placing my hands on the counter, I lift my hips as he pulls them down and off.
My shorts are on the ground the next second, and he is back to standing between my legs, his cock pressing against my core.
He runs his lips over my neck, and I tremble under his touch, a sigh escaping me as he sucks my skin hard, leaving marks along it before gripping the hem of my tank top.
In one swift movement, he removes it before his mouth is back on my body.
His lips run down toward the top of my breasts.
I moan at the amazing sensation as he sucks and nips at my hardened nipple, his touch sending electricity everywhere as my skin buzzes and the bond thrums with anticipation.
His lips come back to my neck, kissing and sucking it, making me moan lightly.
His hand moves up, a small smile curving at the corners of his mouth before he kisses me again, just once.
He pulls away, looking down to watch as his hand drifts slowly up my naked breast, stopping every inch or so to massage softly. Time stops, and I hold my breath.
My skin becomes warm under his touch. I stare up at his face, watching his expression change as his hand gets closer to my nipple.
When his fingers finally inch their way up to my perky nipple, he lightly grazes his thumb over it.
It instantly peaks. I moan in immense pleasure.
Thane groans when he sees it, turning his face back to mine.
The fire that has grown in his eyes burns into me, and I know I am done for.
I know I would toss everything out the window just to keep his hands on my body.
He kisses me again, his tongue tangling with mine as his hand returns to my face, brushing my hair over my shoulder.
He steps back, unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes sweep over my body, another low groan escaping from his beautiful lips, and desire courses through me, his gaze making me hyper aware of how much I crave this gentle side of him.
He steps closer, moving to stand in front of me. His lips meet my already bruised neck from the marks he left there. He kisses. I sigh. He licks. I moan. He sucks, and I shiver. He nibbles, and I gasp. I get chills when he groans.
Thane then stands straight, looking at me, watching his hand move over my swollen belly. I find no repulsion in his gaze, only desire. He runs his fingers over my pussy. It is already wet with slick, embarrassingly so.
Looking at me with a smirk, I can tell he is enjoying the reaction my body and bond are having to his touch.
It makes me blush, only to cry out when he grips my hips, dragging me to the edge of the counter before resuming his teasing, only this time, he starts rubbing my clit and I moan in pleasure.
Thane circles my clit, adding some pressure to his fingers. My moans grow louder, and my heartbeat rises. But in the next second, he pauses.
"Thane, please," I moan and beg. If he leaves me like this, I will skin his dick alive and fry it for his dinner. Yet he doesn’t move—motherfucker will eat his own sausage if he pisses me off.
His eyes run the length of me, drinking me in.
I am about to explode in rage that he would rile me up, only to stop.
He growls softly, his eyes flickering to onyx.
I am naked, and he is mostly silent until a purr escapes me, reacting to the growling sound he makes.
He stands in front of me and admires me for a moment more, following every curve, drinking in every nervous movement I make as I wait to see what he will do next.
His gaze drinks me in, moving from my boobs, my belly, my hips, and my already wet pussy.
My cheeks heat under his gaze. I’m almost tempted to jump off the counter and make a run for it, knowing any second my instinct to pounce is about to embarrass me.
Before I get that chance, Thane drops to his knees, grips my hips, and buries his face between my thighs, his mouth covering me. His tongue flicks against my clit, his hands pushing my legs higher and forcing me to lean back onto my elbows.
His tongue swirls and tastes, and I lose myself to the sensation, my hips moving against his hot mouth.
I arch my back as I feel the pleasure start to overwhelm me. At that moment, he grabs my hips, plunging his tongue inside me. The sudden shock makes me scream out in bliss. I feel my pussy convulsing, my inner walls pulsating as I cum hard.
My eyes roll, and I let my body shudder helplessly as I ride out the waves. Thane stands, and my hands instantly reach for him, wanting him to bury his cock inside me.
I frantically tug at his belt, and he chuckles.
His hand tangles in my hair as he draws me closer.
I rid him of his belt, leaning forward, my mouth licking and nipping at his flesh as I reach my hand inside his pants.
My fingers wrap around his hard cock when I suddenly hear voices, making both of us freeze.
There is a woman’s voice I’ve heard before and a man’s voice that I do not recognize.
Raidon's frantic voice also reaches my ears.
"No, stay out here!" he calls, but it is too late.
My head turns, and I make eye contact with the woman.
Her eyes widen, and her face turns crimson before she spins on her heel, clamping her hand over the strange man's eyes, just as a shriek leaves my lips. I don’t know who is more mortified, me or her.
Thane grabs me off the counter, shoving me behind him and hiding my exposed body from the people who entered.
"Get out!" Thane's voice booms. I peek around him to see Raidon hurrying them down the hall.
"Raidon, a word," Thane snarls. The venom in his voice has goosebumps lacing my skin. The people disappear, and I hear them move into the living room when Raidon comes back, looking like a frightened mouse.
"What the fuck are they doing here?" Thane demands, his aura flaring out, making my legs go weak under the pressure. His hands grab me, realizing how close I am to him, and his aura instantly drops as he clutches me to his side.
"She invited herself," Raidon replies. "She wasn't supposed to get here so soon," he adds, and I look up at Thane.
"And you didn't think to fucking tell me," Thane snaps.
"I was going to, but you were distracted," he offers, and my face flames. I want to know who they are. That woman's voice is familiar, and her scent reminds me of Raidon's, only weaker.
"Get rid of them. I will not have her fuck everything up. You should have said no," Thane snaps at him, and Raidon sighs, "I can't believe you would be so stupid to agree to such a thing right now," Thane tells him, letting me go.
"I didn't. I told you she invited herself. I was going to tell you."
"Who are they?" I ask, peeking out from behind Thane. Raidon looks at the ceiling, not wanting to respond.
"Answer her. This is your fuck up, so you can be the one to tell her," Thane growls at him, reaching for my shirt and handing it to me. I yank it on and hear Raidon make a noise like he is clearing his throat.
"She came to apologize. She wants to make it up to you."
My brows scrunch together, and Thane kneels, helping me slide my shorts up my legs while I grip his shoulder.
"They’re my parents, Harlow," Raidon says as Leon wanders in behind him.
“Rhen is keeping them distracted," Leon says, his eyes darting to me.
She’s the woman who wanted me dead. Who told Thane to breed and kill me? My stomach sinks, and my fear perfumes the room.
"I'll get rid of them," Raidon offers, seeing the distress on my face. Thane nods, though I can see Raidon doesn't enjoy the thought of telling his mother no.
"It's fine. Just keep her away from me," I tell him, and he stops.
"Raidon will make them leave, Love. You don't have to see her," Thane tells me, and Leon nods before glaring at Raidon.
"It's fine. I will have to deal with her one day, right?" I ask, looking up at Thane. He leans down, pressing his lips to my head.
"If at any point you want them gone, say the word, and I will make them leave," he tells me before looking at Raidon. "And you, I will deal with later."
Raidon nods his head before wandering back to greet his parents.
I hope I'm not making a huge mistake by seeing her tonight…