Chapter 18 - Sadie
The moment Rhys’s lips touch mine, I feel the response from deep inside my body, beyond just desire, something connected to my soul. My head wants to pull back and think about everything that just happened, but my heart won’t let me.
I used magic just now—real magic—and he doesn’t even know.
Rhys was so concerned about the use of magic, I know he won’t take it well if I admit it now, even though the whole point of this exercise was to finally tell him and see if we really are on the same team.
I didn’t expect it to work, and what does that message even mean?
Rhys’s hands tighten on my upper arms, and he kisses me even harder. A low moan rises in my throat, and I know I can’t fight this anymore.
Reaching for him, I shuffle forward on my knees, knocking the chest out of the way. I’d set things up the day before, when I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to go through with it.
I wanted to see how he’d react to magic happening right in front of him and create an opening for us to talk about it together. Now I’m even more confused than before.
Rhys wraps his arms around me and leans back, forcing us off balance so he slips backwards, and I fall on top of him. He locks his arms around my waist and squeezes me tight, making me laugh.
“Got you now,” he whispers.
“Any tighter, and I’ll pop a rib,” I giggle.
“I don’t know,” he jokes, sliding his hands down to grab my ass. “I think I should keep a firm grip.”
He gives my cheeks a hard squeeze, making me yelp. Rhys laughs softly, running his hands back up my spine, trailing with his fingertips to tease my skin through the thin fabric of my dress.
“You feel so good,” he whispers.
I look into his eyes, and in the dying light, they look like dark amber crystals. There’s a soft glow somewhere deep within, like embers slowly coming to life in a cold fire. His expression is so intense, I have to look away, and I lower my lips to his, taking solace in the heat of his kiss.
Rhys’s hand cups the back of my head while his other arm curls around my waist. I squirm on top of him, heat rushing through me. I pull back to take a breath, and I feel a moment of hesitation as if he’s about to speak.
No. Please don’t.
I kiss him again, feeling heat rising in me as I grip his shoulders and kiss him even more deeply. Rhys’s hands go around my waist, and I straddle him with my knees, pinning him against the ground as I writhe on top of him.
Rhys groans as he reaches down to grip my ass, thrusting upwards with his hips. I feel the pressure of his cock rubbing against me through the zipper of his pants, and pleasure spikes through me, a hot bolt of sensation from my clit that makes my pussy ache and throb.
Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I grind downwards with my hips, crying out as I feel the pressure on my clit again. Rhys reaches up, brushing my lips with his, and I plunge my head down, locking our lips together and searching for his tongue with mine.
I ride out the waves of pleasure, clinging to him with my hands and knees as I ride him, teasing myself with the pressure. Rhys’s hands start to roam all over my body, and I break off the kiss so I can gasp and moan, resting my face on his chest.
A ripple of pleasure shivers across my skin, like shocks spreading from my clit all the way to my fingertips. Rhys strokes my back gently, nuzzling my neck as sensations shudder through me, spreading to him.
Suddenly, he grabs my shoulders and flips us over, pinning me by my forearms and kissing me deeply, grinding against me. I try to moan, but he covers my mouth with his. I lean my head back, inviting him into me.
Rhys runs his hands down my arms to grab my wrists, and with one sharp movement, pins them to my sides. A low growl bursts out of his throat, making me jump, and when I look up, I see his eyes are fierce and glowing gold with the power of his wolf.
Keeping me pinned, he nuzzles into my neck, licking gently, then nibbling with his teeth. When he reaches my shoulder, he sinks his teeth in, and a scream pours out of my throat as I thrash under him.
“Sorry,” he mutters, his lips brushing my neck. “I didn’t break the skin.”
“It’s okay,” I gasp. “I’m fine.”
He looks up at my face, and the feral glow of his eyes sends a bolt of fear through me, but my nipples are so hard, they hurt. My clit is on fire, and the throbbing ache deep inside me is getting stronger by the second, wiping out all other sensations.
Rhys kisses me, incredibly softly and slowly, teasing the tip of his tongue on the edge of my lips until I open my mouth. My tongue meets his, and he relaxes his grip on my hands, gently kneading my mouth with his and teasing my tongue with flicks of his own.
My entire body is trembling with need, waves of arousal rippling across my body, sending small shocks through the hot zones and increasing sensation with every wave.
I struggle underneath him, getting my legs around his hips and my hands around his lower back as I thrust against him wildly, trying to move under the solid weight of his body.
He laughs softly through the kiss, keeping up his agonizingly slow, soft pace until I’m whimpering, pummeling his shoulders with my hands as I thrash helplessly.
I feel his hands run down my arms again, and he grabs my hips, suddenly breaking off the kiss to move down and yank the dress down to expose my breasts.
He grabs them with both hands, squeezing and kneading them, rubbing my nipples with his rough palms. I wrap my hands around the back of his head and arch my back, encouraging him as his mouth dives down and his lips seal around my nipple.
I cry out, bucking up and down as I cling to his head, but Rhys only teases me, running his lips softly across the stiff peak and gently caressing with the tip of his tongue. He licks a slow trail from one nipple to the other, giving it the same soft touches.
I’m muttering senselessly when he slides his tongue down, over the side of my breast towards my ribs, then opens his mouth wide and sinks his teeth into me. A soft groan quickly becomes a growl, and the edge of fear crackles through me again, only enhancing my pleasure.
With a short cry as if he can’t hold back anymore, he moves quickly to my thighs, shoving my dress up my thighs.
I feel his fingers brush against my throbbing pussy as he grabs my underwear and rips them off with one sharp yank.
Before I can react, he grabs my knees, bends down, and wraps his lips around my clit.
I scream for real now, in a way I never have before.
Rhys licks firmly down through my slick folds to my aching slit, lapping deeply into me before trailing the tip of his tongue back up to my clit.
He teases a little with his lips, then sucks hard on my clit again, alternating with pressure from the flat of his tongue.
I can hear myself moaning and trying to scream, but the only thing I can truly feel is the orgasm that explodes deep inside me, thundering through my clit and obliterating all thought and sense of self.
There is only the waves of pleasure raging through me, crashing through every cell and leaving me a shivering wreck on the ground.
Before the spasms deep inside can subside, Rhys climbs back up my body, and I feel his cock pressed up against my pussy.
A new wave of lust rises inside me, and I gasp with need as I reach down, trying to guide him inside.
He laughs softly, kisses me gently, then reaches down and slides his cock into me.
He goes slowly, letting me feel every single inch of him sliding in.
My deepest muscles grip him tightly, the spasms echoing through my core, pleasure running hot through my veins.
Rhys holds my shoulders as he edges in, stopping when there is no room left inside me and waiting for the inner spasms to subside.
I grab his upper arms, digging in my nails and rocking my hips as hard as I can. “Fuck me,” I beg. “Please fuck me!”
Rhys leans down, wrapping one hand around my head and the other around my waist. He holds me in his arms, slowly tightening his grip as he kisses me softly.
When I’m writhing under him, he breaks off the kiss and buries his head in my shoulder, thrusting into me hard and deep.
I scream again, wrapping myself around him and clinging on for dear life as he fucks me hard and fast.
Rhys’s hands and arms get tighter and tighter around me as his pace gets faster, and I’m thrashing under him as his cock slams into me, over and over again.
As another orgasm takes me, I wrap myself around him, squeezing him tightly with every single inch of my body as another scream pours out of my throat.
Through it all, I hear Rhys gasping next to my ear as his cock swells inside me to the point of pain, then finally blows deep, deep inside.
For a moment, I can’t move. My every limb is locked around him as my chest heaves, my ribs barely able to contain the pounding of my heart or harsh breaths. Rhys slowly relaxes, letting go of me and lying beside me, wrapping me in his arms.
Night has fully fallen, and the air seems damp and heavy with the promise of rain. I know we should go, but I’ve never been so comfortable in my entire life, and I don’t want to leave the safety of his arms.
“I think there’s a guard station nearby,” he whispers. “One of the old watch buildings from our early settler days. Would you like to go there and rest a while?”
“Yes,” I murmur, stroking his cheek. “I’d like that very much.”
To my surprise, Rhys picks me up and carries me, forging a path through the thick woods. It isn’t long before we come to the little stone cottage, and I’m surprised to find it clean and tidy inside.
Rhys takes me to the bed, sets me down, and lies down beside me. While we look into each other’s eyes, the chemistry between us builds, and I snuggle close to him, settling my cheek against his chest, listening to his beautiful, strong heartbeat.
***
Sometime later, I awake to the sounds of the deep night.
Small trills of bats flying by, night birds singing their scattered songs, and crickets chirping.
I lean back to look at Rhys, and the light from the half-moon filters through the window, illuminating his pale skin.
His black hair falls untidily across his forehead, and with the long, black lashes against his high cheekbones, he has an innocent, peaceful look.
I stroke his hair back, smiling as I think about the pleasure we’ve found and how it’s not like it was years ago. Then, it was all frenzied passion. Now, there is a closeness between us that feels bone deep.
Beyond intimacy. A kind of love I could never have imagined…
After a while, I begin to feel restless and carefully get up so I don’t wake Rhys. As I walk to the front of the hut, I put my dress back on properly and go stand just outside the doorway, listening to the night.
It’s as if I can feel the woods around me. It’s more than touch, more than anything my five senses could tell me. I can hear every sound, feel the movements of worms and insects deep in the soil, and taste the rain in the clouds high above.
A stick breaks, a sudden, sharp crack that breaks the harmony of the night.
I whirl around to face the sound and see the tall blond bully who cornered me the night of the party.
“What are you doing here?” I demand, trying to sound brave, but fear strangles my throat.
“Looking for you,” he answers, his voice deep and threatening. “And we found you. Time’s up, human.”
“What do you mean?” I yell, stumbling backwards. “Get out of here!”
“No, I don’t think so,” he replies, and I see three shadows behind him as his buddies advance out of the forest.
I don’t know what to do!
My power floods my veins, and I know I could take all of them if I wanted to. But I don’t want to make the situation worse, and my powers are still untested.
What if it doesn’t work, and they kill me? What if I kill them? I don’t want either of those things to happen!
“What’s going on?” Rhys says, suddenly appearing beside me. He pushes me back, putting himself between me and the bullies.
“We’ve come for the human,” the blond one says, looking at Rhys with disgust. “And we’re taking her.”
“The fuck you are,” Rhys growls, stepping forward. I can see adrenaline flooding through him as he balls his fists, ready to fight, but there’s a problem.
They aren’t scared of him.
“Rhys Bridges,” the bully sneers. “Great alpha, snared by a filthy human pussy. You’re a disgrace.”
“What the fuck did you just say to me?!” Rhys yells.
“You fucking heard me,” the guy says. “You’re a pathetic excuse for a wolf—and she is literal garbage. We can’t allow this.”
Rhys straightens up, ready to yell at them again, but I can tell it’s too late, and I don’t need any wild witch senses to see what’s about to happen.
The big blond guy makes a small gesture with his hand, and all four bullies jump Rhys at once. They tackle him, trying to shove him down, and attack with their fists, smashing his face and ribs.
I watch in horror as Rhys falls to the ground, my lover disappearing under their merciless assault.