Chapter 13 - Delilah #2
Even my inner wolf sighs when our bodies are united, sated from the intensity of the connection that is the most sacred one for a werewolf.
The connection transcends the physical realm, allowing me to see the silver and purple misted hues of my spiritual essence behind my eyelids as Hunter steadily thrusts into me.
His warm hand slides up my belly, the callouses on his fingertips a stark contrast to the smoothness of my flesh, but it's something that draws my attention most splendidly. It's like the yang to my yin, and pulls me to lift my eyes to see his hand cupping my breast.
A flicker of fear makes my heart skip a beat, the intensity of our connection frightening because of the past. A bond that was emotionally troubled when he rejected me shouldn't feel so good; it shouldn't make me feel whole, yet here we are, his cock buried deep inside me as he leans forward and kisses my lips as if it's reassurance he's giving me.
The kiss pushes away my inhibitions, even if it's momentary, and I lose myself to the pleasure of being united with my fated mate.
The sensations rolling through my body and igniting every nerve fiber in my being as Hunter thrusts back and forth is enlightening, making me feel not just connected to him, but to my soul's essence.
As he continues to thrust, I feel myself transcending time and space, a construct of man that doesn't allow me to thrive in my wholeness as a supernatural being.
Now, with Hunter, I feel invincible, unstoppable, and I grab the hand cupping my breast and pull it to my lips to press a heartfelt kiss on his palm.
I use his strong hand as leverage to lift myself, and he scoops me onto his lap with fluid movements until I'm straddling him.
Gripping his shoulders as I begin to ride his cock, our lips meet in perfect harmony despite the kiss being sloppy, messy, the air filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, our bodies sliding together, and moist from the sweat we've built up.
That knot in the pit of my belly tightens, warning me of my impending climax, and I break the sloppy kiss and stare deeply into Hunter's eyes as he squeezes my ass.
“You're coming, aren't you…?” he drawls, voice husky as he guides my hips.
I nod tightly, and Hunter groans.
“Me too…” he breathes before he conquers my lips again with deliberate passion, swiftly flinging me onto the couch to give a few more deep thrusts while he's on top of me that send us both spiraling into the deepest depths of gratification.
Our bodies roll in synch as we reach orgasm, panting against each other's lips as we ride out the high together.
Together.
It's one word that snaps me out of my blissful daze, my walls immediately coming up to keep myself protected from the only one who has the power to break my heart.
That was only sex. That's all it needs to be. Hunter's words from the past echo in my mind as a not-so-gentle reminder that I can't let my guard down.
“I think we should stop hooking up, Delilah. It's for the best.”
Tonight might have been the biggest mistake either of us has made, but there's no reason to get caught in the throes of passion and become susceptible to pain.
That's why, when Hunter lifts his head, eyes dazed and stunning with stars that litter the dark depths, stars only I can see twinkling, I quickly dodge the aftermath of our passionate tryst, which I know is bound to come if I don't stop it right now.
There's no need for a kiss, no need to cuddle.
Pushing at Hunter's shoulders firmly, I slip out from under him, padding across the living room to retrieve my dress from beside the front door.
I can feel Hunter's eyes boring into the back of my neck, but with my walls reaching for the sky, I'm numb to the emotional weight threatening to bear down on me.
“We need to call the others in,” I say as I lock the front door, unable to turn or meet his eyes. I know he must be confused right now, but I'm putting up a boundary by changing the subject. “Gwen isn't going to talk, so we need to force it out of her.”
I hear shuffling in the living room, and that's when I have the courage to turn. Hunter is gathering his clothes, not stunned by my blatant indifference to what just happened. Clutching my dress to my bare frame, I proceed toward the hallway, not wanting to linger close by.
“How are you going to force it out of her if she's not gonna talk?” Hunter asks when he has all his clothes on his lap.
Our eyes meet, and awkward tension is so palpable that it can be cut with a knife until I tear my gaze away. Staring at the floor, slightly flustered, I take a deep breath to compose myself.
“There's a ritual that can be performed. It's in the journal Arianna has.”
Hunter nods, his head hanging as he stands up and keeps his clothes clutched around his midriff. “I'll get in touch with Tyler, then. Make the necessary arrangements.”
“Thanks,” I say flatly before spinning on my heel, about to disappear down the hall when Hunter calls my name softly, hesitantly.
“D-Delilah…”
Without turning, I gulp, sensing what's coming.
“We need to talk.”
“No, Hunter,” I shake my head slowly, rigidly. “We don't. There's nothing to talk about.”
“Tonight—”
“Changes nothing,” I cut in. “It changes nothing. Our marriage is still only for the sake of appearances, and I'd like to keep it that way. It was only sex, anyway.”
Awkward silence stretches over us, and I march down the hallway, not waiting for a response, while my heart is hammering in my chest. It took every ounce of courage to put that barrier between us, especially after what just happened, but it's for the best.
It's the only way I can protect myself from being broken again. And that's why I have to throw myself into the real work that's waiting to be done.
Catching the dark lord should be my only priority.