Chapter 10 - Trina
When Owen’s lips touch mine, a powerful wave of fire explodes deep in my core, rushing through my blood to every inch of my skin. My nipples burn, and an ache throbs inside me, so intense that it hurts.
A tiny moan rises in my throat and escapes my lips, and Owen grabs my upper arms to pull me tighter, his mouth muffling my voice.
When I feel his hard body press against me, I almost pull away, but at the last second, my control breaks and I wrap my arms around his waist, squirming against him as I reach up to return the kiss.
I’m weak… oh, God, I’m so weak. I’m powerless before this man.
One last small part of me fights against the crashing waves of lust that are pounding through me, but as Owen’s arms wrap around me and run down my back, it crumbles like a sea wall in an approaching hurricane.
For a few moments, I’m nothing but sensation. His hard body against mine, the warmth almost burning me through our clothes. His hot, slick lips and the firm grip of his hands taking over my senses.
Just as I’m about to lose control, Owen carefully raises his hands to my shoulders and pulls back, putting space between our bodies. My skin seems to scream in protest, and a little whimper of need slips out of my lips as I cling to him, trying to join our bodies together again.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod, too breathless for words as I look up into his eyes. In the dark hallway, they glow like emeralds set in stone. Deep, crystal prisms glinting with shadows and banishing light. Captivated, I move towards him, reaching up to brush his dark brown hair off his forehead.
“Should we go to the living room?” he asks.
Still lost for words, I just take his hand and let him lead me down the hall. We sit down on the couch and face each other, with Owen still holding my hand. I run my fingers across his forehead again, enjoying the silky feel of his long hair.
Owen teases his thumb across my palm, and even that light touch sends shivers of pleasure running down my spine. I feel so light and happy in that moment that a smile of genuine warmth spreads across my face as all my worries fall away.
“I want to make sure you’re comfortable,” Owen says. “Let’s take this nice and slow.”
I tighten my fingers on his and slide my hand down to his neck as I inch closer, pulling his head down to me and reaching up with my lips. Owen bends down, and the second our mouths touch, white-hot fire pours through me again, making me ache inside so intensely that I can’t stay still.
With a little moan of frustration, I grab Owen’s shoulders and climb into his lap, pushing him back against the couch. He loosely puts his hands on my hips, letting me grip his thighs with my knees as I take control, diving into his mouth with my tongue and losing myself in his kiss.
This feels so good… It’s been so long since I was this happy.
The random thought threatens to break the mood, but I refuse to let it take over. I dig my fingers into Owen’s shoulders and grind downwards with my hips, putting pressure on my clit. The friction sends shockwaves through me, making me cry out as I cling to him and thrust against him.
Owen lightly runs his hands up my back, and the soft touch of his fingers thrills me, sending rivers of goosebumps across my skin. The tingling lines race through me, making my nipples hard and my pussy throb.
When he slides his hands down to my ass and squeezes gently, a jolt runs through me, and I throw my head back, still clinging to his shoulders as I put space between us. My arousal has dulled slightly, and a faint tingle of anxiety lingers in my mind.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “Did I go too far? You were enjoying yourself, and I just—”
“It’s okay,” I reply, my voice breathy and low. “I’m getting carried away a little.”
“We can stop.”
The words drive into my chest like physical blows, and crushing disappointment rings through me. I tighten my grip on him again and drive downwards with my hips, bringing my mouth close to his again.
“I don’t want to stop,” I whisper.
“Okay,” he chokes out, looking up at me with surprise.
I wrap my arms around his neck, driving my hips towards him as I kiss him again. My mind goes blank and sensations take over. His hot, slick lips. The dance of our tongues twisting together, and the point of heat in my clit as I grind against him with my hips.
Heat rushes through me, a wave that lights up every single cell. Leaning my head back, I grind down with my hips, sighing with pleasure as I waver on the edge of orgasm, the pleasure so close to me, like being at the top point of a roller coaster just before the fall.
I want to go all the way.
“We should slow down,” Owen says. “I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
His care for me cuts through the heat of my arousal, making my chest glow with affection. It only enhances my lust; his tenderness for me collides with my physical attraction.
“Okay,” I whisper breathily. I slide off his lap reluctantly, sinking into the cushions and lying back. Owen smiles and leans towards me, his hand on my belly.
“Do you want to fool around a bit more…”
“Yes,” I answer, nodding.
He smiles, running his hand across my breasts and teasing my hard nipples through the shirt. Feeling the pressure of his fingers through the soft fabric makes me squirm and gasp as the throbbing between my legs intensifies again.
Owen leans forward, almost crouching over me like a tiger with its prey. His lips touch mine, and I grab his shoulders, tugging him down on top of me. He holds himself up with one hand and runs the other down my body, slipping his hand under the waistband of my pants.
“Yes?” he murmurs.
I thrust my hips wildly at him, opening my thighs. “Yes!”
Owen smiles, moving his hand further down, under my panties. He closes his eyes as his fingers explore my slick folds, breathing heavily as he teases my clit, lightly rubbing and sliding back and forth.
The lust rises in me, and this time I can’t fight it. I grab his shoulders, thrusting against his hand as his fingers slide even deeper. The heel of his hand presses hard against my clit as his fingers part my slick folds and slip into my pussy.
A loud cry rips from my mouth. I thrust against his hand, clinging to him so hard, my fingers hurt. The orgasm rages through me, exploding waves that throb from my core and scatter across my skin, echoing back through me and reawakening the pleasure again and again.
Finally, the waves subside a little, and I cling to Owen desperately as he pulls his hand out of my pants. I’m trembling as he puts his arms around me. I lean against his chest, putting my arms around his waist.
“Okay?” he asks, stroking my hair.
I nod, snuggling into him and immersing myself in his clean, sharp scent. Thoughts begin to chatter in the back of my mind, rising up to threaten my contentment, but I don’t let them win. I relax against Owen, letting myself doze in his arms.
***
When I wake, I’m disoriented at first because the light in the room has changed. It takes me a couple of seconds to realize that it’s early morning, I’m still on the couch, and Owen isn’t beside me.
I look down at my rumpled clothes, and everything comes back to me, the images and sensations rushing through me, sparking anxiety and desire. I go straight to the bathroom and clean up a bit, my head starting to jangle with uncomfortable thoughts.
I can’t face him right now. I just need to go for a walk to calm myself down. Then I can figure out what to say.
I slip out the back door, going into the woods and taking a narrow track between the trees. I haven’t gone far when I hear two people talking, and I slip between the nearby bushes.
Probably just dog walkers or something, but I’m not in the mood for human interaction.
“How many new cases were there again?” someone asks.
“Fifteen,” the other replies. “The most we’ve seen so far in one day.”
“This is really bad. It’s like the disease is suddenly getting worse.”
“Curse. It’s a curse, not a disease. A disease, we could treat.”
“And damn witches like Trina are supposed to be helping the situation. When is our alpha going to get a hold of this situation?”
I stay behind the tree, completely frozen by what I just heard. They have to be from Owen’s pack, and they’re talking about the sickness. Even though I knew about it, it didn’t feel real to me until now.
The two people start to walk away, and I follow them. After a short hike, we come to a clearing that leads to a nearby road. At the clearing is a big building that looks like a storage warehouse.
I watch the two people I’ve been following go up to the building. I follow at some distance, beginning to feel awkward, like maybe I shouldn’t be here.
Then I see Owen appear at the door. The sight of him shocks me, and I stop, almost rooted to the spot as I watch him come out and talk to the people anxiously. They all hurry back inside.
I don’t give myself time to think. I just chase after them.
When I get to the doors, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. There are rows of at least a hundred sick people in the small space on narrow bunks. Only a few people are tending to them, and one of them is Owen.
He moves around swiftly, giving orders and personally tending to the sick people.
I’m struck by how commanding he is, the way everyone listens to him, but I’m also touched by his clear compassion.
Even though everyone is rushed off their feet, he takes his time with each patient, talking to them directly and listening carefully when they reply.
He goes to every effort to make them comfortable, and as he continues on his rounds, his face darkens with worry and fear.
Slowly, I back away from the doors. My heart feels stuck in my chest, like it’s forgotten how to beat. My throat closes until I almost can’t breathe.
I’ve been acting like a spoiled little child, making a fuss about living with Owen while people are dying!
Tears burn my eyes as I think about how I attributed all of his moods to my behavior. Now, I can see the full scope of things.
He’s been trying to save his pack this whole time. When I thought he was hostile or distant, it had nothing to do with me—he was scared half to death for these people. Maybe even burying his friends!
The idea makes me feel so bad; hot tears pour down my cheeks. I turn and run into the woods as fast as I can. I’ve never felt so guilty in my whole entire life, and I honestly feel I deserve to wear the shame.