Chapter 16 - Janella #2
There was paper all over the floor. His dresser was tipped over, and his bedding was thrown all over the room. There was glass on the ground, a hole in the wall above his dresser. There were feathers in the air from ripped-up pillows. Stuffing was thrown all over the ground.
I would have thought he’d been robbed if he hadn’t been standing there heaving heavily over his hung mirror that was shattered. I could see his knuckles were bloody, and my body stiffened.
I could see the darkness in his eyes. They weren’t his but rather his wolf’s.
My heart stopped beating as I took it all in, wondering what the hell had happened. Riley turned, not giving me long before he charged at me. We fumbled into the hallway, where my head smacked the wall, and he growled at me. His hand wrapped around my neck tightly, and I suddenly couldn't breathe.
I could feel his hands shaking, and I realized this wasn’t him. He was being affected by the bond.
“Riley…please...” I gasped for air. “Let go.”
His fingers only curled tighter, and I clawed at his hands. I reached for my magic, sinking my fingers into his skin as I pulled it out.
Riley’s entire face changed as I shoved the magic into his skin. I could feel his fingers soften, and I pushed it forward. I could see the magic sinking into his skin, crawling up his arm. His gaze stuttered as his eyes softened, returning to normal. They then widened in horror.
His hand ripped free, and I sputtered for air. I coughed, trying to pull air into my lungs. Riley stumbled back, his head shaking as he looked at me. “Oh god...”
“I’m fine,” I whispered, pulling my gaze back up to him. But his eyes were locked on my neck.
“I left my handprint there.”
“You didn’t mean it.” I knew he hadn’t. Riley would never physically hurt me. I knew that much.
I moved towards him, and he took a step back. “Don’t! I don’t want to hurt you.”
I paused, seeing the guilt written all over his face.
His voice came out broken. “You should go. You need to. I was wrong to bring you here and ruin everything for you all over again. You were right that I am a terrible person.”
I shook my head. “Riley.”
“I’m a bad person. Everyone thinks it’s you, but it’s me. I can’t even control myself. I choked you. I don’t want to know what else I can do.”
“That wasn’t you. I know you didn't mean it.”
“It was my hands.” I moved closer, and he growled at me. “I’m not joking, Janella! Stop it.”
“I know you would never hurt me. You would never put your hands on me like that. I know that wasn’t you.”
He looked so broken. He couldn’t even look at me as he looked around his room, shaking his head. He ran his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make your life so hard. I’m just… god, I’m a fuck up. I destroy good things.”
I knew that wasn’t true. I could see how the pack looked at him. He might not have treated me right before, but it wasn’t the same now. Riley wasn't the same person. He'd changed, and I knew that.
“That’s not true, Riley.”
“It is! I ripped you from your home. I ruined you.”
“I’m not ruined.” I took another step towards him. “I shouldn’t have said those words. I spoke out of anger.”
“Janella, stop coming towards me.”
I ignored his warning, closing the distance between us. “Look at me, Riley. I’m okay.”
“Please,” his voice broke. “I don’t want to hurt you. Jesus, my hands are literally printed onto your neck.”
I reached my hand up, cupping his face. I brought my magic out, allowing it to dance over his skin. I could see the way he sank against it. It was soft and calming, exactly what he needed.
“I know you would never hurt me like that. It wasn’t you. I know that.”
His hands were shaking as he reached up, pulling me against him. I could feel his body shaking as he held me, his hold tight. His face nuzzled into my neck, and I inhaled his scent.
“I’m sorry. I thought I was protecting you growing up. I never wanted anything bad to happen to you. I know I screwed up. I know I was a shitty person, and I’m trying. I didn’t want to bring you here. I hated the idea. But...”
“You're doing what’s best for the pack.” I leaned back, pressing my forehead against his. I hated how he said it before, but now I get it. “I know that. I was angry at first, but I see how much you care.”
He did all of this for them. I could see the weight pressing down on him, and he was trying so hard to hold it up. I’d been so focused on myself that I didn’t see how much he was sinking himself.
I realized he never had that support system as I had. I had my parents and Troy. He didn’t. Even now, it seemed Troy and he weren't talking a lot.
“You can go,” he whispered. “I’d understand. I won’t be angry that you leave.”
I couldn’t. I could never walk away when there was so much on the line, when there was something worth fighting for here.
I shook my head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
His thumb stroked my cheek. “Why? You should.”
“Because you’re an ass. But you’re my ass.”
His eyes softened, his thumb falling on my lip. I swallowed, feeling my heart skip a beat. He leaned forward, his lips just grazing against mine. I grabbed on to his shirt, moaning at the contact.
His lips were soft as he kissed me, his hand reaching around to cup the back of my head. Even as my mouth opened and his tongue slid over mine, it was gentle.
His hands were shaking as his kiss trailed down my neck. “I’m sorry.”
“I know,” I whispered.
He kissed where the marks were, his hands shaking.
I pulled his head up, seeing the hurt in his eyes. “I’ll heal.”
“Over days.”
“I will still heal.”
He hooked my legs, pulling me off the ground. He turned, caging me against the wall right next to the broken mirror. His lips were rougher this time, my heart racing.
I tugged at his shirt. He tugged it off, tossing it onto the ground with the rest of the mess.
“Riley, there is broken glass.”
“I know.” His mouth devoured mine, his teeth scraping over my lower lip.
He pulled us off the ground, and he pivoted. We crashed onto the bed where he still hovered over me.
I felt his hands grasp my ass; his body pressed against me tightly. I felt his cock hard on my thigh.
“Your magic… it soothes me.”
I smiled, happy I could help. “I’m glad.”
He tugged at my pants, yanking them off. I pulled at my blouse and tossed it aside. His eyes skated over my body. I reached for his pants, slowly unzipping them.
I watch his jaw move; his eyes locked on me. I yanked his pants down just enough for his dick to spring up.
I reached out, sliding my hand over his length. He inhaled sharply, biting the side of his lip.
“Fuck me.”
I leaned down, sliding my tongue over his tip.
“No.” His hand grabbed my face, stopping me.
I frowned. “Why not?”
“Because this is not the time for you to be on your knees or sucking me, Janella.”
My eyebrows went up. “You think there is going to be a better time for me to put your dick in my mouth?”
He ran his thumb over my lips. “Yes, when I deserve it. I don’t deserve it right now.”
I frowned. “You didn’t mean to hurt me. Let me soothe you.”
“I still don’t deserve a blow job for how I’ve been acting.” He grabbed my hips, yanking me closer to him. “You deserved to be ravished for what you’ve done.”
I felt my face grow hot at his words. He grabbed my thighs and spread them. His hand reached down, and I felt a finger circle my clit. I moaned at the contact, my hands grabbing at the bed. His fingers move slowly, forming a perfect rhythm.
He kissed my knee, his tongue sliding down my thigh. “Spread your legs wider, Janella.”
I did as he said. His tongue went lower, his lips sucking as he went. Down my thigh into my inner thigh. My legs shook as he moved lower, sliding two fingers into me as his tongue found my clit.
My back arched and moaned louder. His hands were tight on my hips, keeping my legs spread.
I felt that tingling building up quickly, and I rocked my hips unconsciously.
His fingers were hitting me at the angle I needed, and I felt an orgasm hit me. My body jerked as he sucked hard on my clit.
“Oh god!”
His tongue lathered, bringing me down gently before he leaned back, kissing my thigh. “You taste sweet.”
I stared at him between my legs. He had a hunger in his eyes, and I found myself wanting more. I want him deep in me, making me forget our fight and the mess around us.
I pulled myself up, crashing my lips against his. He grunted, moving fast as he climbed on top of me. I felt his cock nudge against my entrance, his hands pressing me onto the bed.
He slid in, and I moaned at the contact of him stretching me. I felt my body pulse around him, his cock edging me towards another orgasm.