Chapter 10 - Westley
I could feel my body shaking with rage. My wolf was still growling angrily in my head, my mind racing. I felt like every nerve was on fire, and Gabriella was holding onto me. Her eyes were soft and worried, her touch light against my skin.
“Are you okay?” she whispered, stepping closer to me. I could smell her perfume. Vanilla.
I wanted to tell her I was, that I was fine, but I couldn’t. I would be lying. I looked around the room, not wanting to ruin Brandon’s party. Jade worked hard on setting this up, and the last thing I wanted was to wolf out and have her pissed off at me.
“I need air,” I admitted, expecting her to push me away.
She nodded, her hands dropping to grab mine.
She tugged as she guided us past the tables and toward the back door.
I held on to her hand, focusing on the warmth.
I followed her as she slipped outside, and the cold air hit me.
I took a deep breath in and felt her hand drop.
She turned to me, still holding the worried expression.
“Are you okay? Do you need to go for a run or something?”
I shook my head. “I just need a moment.”
She tightened her arms around herself, and I watched her shiver. I took in her outfit, seeing she had dressed up for this. She looked stunning, and I didn’t want to ruin her evening. I frowned. “You can go back inside. I think I’m going to go home.”
She shook her head. “No, I’ll come with you. It gives me a good reason not to go back in there.”
I frowned. “Because you’ll get bullied?”
She shook her head. “Because I’m worried about you.”
We both fell silent. She stepped closer, grabbing my arm and tugging on it. “Come on, let’s go home.”
I followed as we headed for my car. We both got inside, but neither of us spoke.
The drive was quiet, with just the sound of my music playing on a low setting.
My wolf was going through several emotions.
He wanted me to turn around and make a point to Kyle.
He also wanted me to ravage Gabriella. I was shaking for two reasons now.
As we got inside, I kept thinking about how she just took everything.
Gabriella didn’t fight back, and she didn’t tell anyone about what was going on.
She was friends with Jade and Nora, who could help, but she didn’t tell them.
It bothered me. She had connections that she could use.
She was married to me now, and that had to mean something. Even if it was fake, it had meaning.
As we got inside, I paused, not able to move forward. “Why didn’t you do anything to stop them?”
She paused as she reached for her left boot. She frowned, looking down. “It wouldn’t make a difference.”
“It would,” I countered. “It could stop.”
“It’s not that simple, Westley.”
“How so?”
“Because they could still bother Hazel.” I watched her sigh. “If I said anything, they would only be worse to her because they couldn’t get to me. I do everything I can to make things easy on her, Westley. I’m not going to tell anyone when I can handle it.”
I crossed my arms, remembering the busted lip Hazel had, how she looked over her shoulder when she walked anywhere. They were both living their lives in fear.
“You might think it won’t help, but it would. You not doing anything is not helping either of you, Gabriella.”
She fell silent. She pulled off her second boot and tossed it aside. She crossed her arms. “And you never did much to help. You must have thought it was normal since you acted like it wasn’t happening as well.”
I paused watching the anger cross her face. “You saw it happen, Westley, and you did nothing. If you ignored it, why shouldn’t I?”
“I was trying not to get in the way,” I stammered, but she continued.
“You stopped going to the library, Westley. You cut off contact with me, and yet you want to tell me that I should tell people how you treat me? You didn’t help me.”
“That’s…” I couldn’t tell her she was wrong. “I made a mistake, Ella. I shouldn’t have cut off anything. I thought I was getting too close, and I didn’t want to ruin what we had. I didn’t want to make things…”
I ran my hands through my hair. “I didn’t want to get too close and lose focus on my job. I didn’t want to step in because I thought you had things handled. I figured you told the girls at least.”
“Well, you managed one thing. Ruining this.”
I hated the look in her eyes. I stepped closer, pressing her back against the wall. She looked shocked, and I hovered over her. I needed to know. Had I? “Did I ruin it all?”
Was there a way to fix this? God, there had to be. This couldn’t be it. There had to be a way I could fix this.
Her face went red, and her hands moved up, pushing against my chest. “Move, Westley.”
“Answer the questions.” I stepped closer, leaving no space between us. “Tell me and I will.”
She licked her lips. “I don’t know.”
I stared at her lips, my wolf growling. I knew better. I knew she wanted space, needed to figure things out. But she kissed me first.
I cupped her face and kissed her roughly. She moaned, her voice echoing in the hallway. A shiver ran down my spine, and I felt myself losing control.
I grabbed her ass and hoisted her up, pressing against her. My cock was hard as I rubbed against her, her dress hiking up slightly.
I felt her hands grab at my hair, tugging hard on my ends. “Fuck,” I growled at the contact.
I slid my tongue over hers, and I felt her breath hitch. I pinned her back against the wall, but she didn’t push against me. If anything, she enjoyed it.
“Do you have any idea the things I want to do to you?” I asked, moving my lips to my earlobe. I could feel her shaking as I tightened my hold on her ass. “How badly I want to touch you?”
“Like?” Her voice came out in a whisper, her mouth panting softly for air.
“Are you sure you want to know what’s going on in my head?” I asked as I leaned back. She stared into my eyes, and I could see a swirl of emotions. She was fighting this, but turned on. “I have some dark thoughts.”
She nodded her head slowly. “Tell me.”
I was afraid of what she would think if she knew. But god, I wanted to see what she would look like when she knew. I watched for that shock on her face, wanting to see what she wanted.
I shifted my hold inward, hooking my thumb with her underwear. “Every time you open that little mouth, I can’t help but imagine what it would look like wrapped around my cock.”
Her eyes widened slightly, and I watched her gaze drop down to my mouth.
I watched her teeth scrape over her lower lip.
“I want to hear what sounds you make when your mouth is full of me, not even giving you any space to breathe. I imagine it would be a wild look, watching you struggle a little, but so engaged in it, you wouldn’t even care. ”
She swallowed, tightening her thighs around my waist. “What else?” she whispered.
I couldn’t help but smirk. Maybe she was naughtier than I thought. “I want to see what your body does when I go down on you. I want to watch your mouth drop open and listen to you moan my name. I have had tons of thoughts about what would happen when you just let me take the wheel.”
She panted for air, her breath starting to become rougher.
“Then take the wheel, Westley.”
I paused, looking a little surprised at her. I searched for any sign that she didn’t mean those words, but there was none. She looked at me with stone-hard eyes.
I wrapped my arms tighter around her and turned us down to the living room. I plopped her down on the edge of the couch and reached my hands underneath her dress. I took hold of her underwear and shimmied them down. I realized she was wearing a thong, and my cock pulsed painfully in my pants.
I watched her chest rise and fall as I grabbed her dress, tugging it up. She blushed as I stared at her, taking in her nakedness. Gabriella was hairless, and I hooked her legs wide, taking her in.
I growled softly, my mouth watering at the sight of her. I looked up at her, and she was beet red, her lips were slightly parted, and her hands gripped the couch.
“This look on your face is better than any look I imagined.”
I moved my hands inward, rubbing my thumb along her hip bones. Her back arched slightly, and I smirked. I leaned lower, kissing her inner thigh. I could hear her moan softly.
I moved my hand lower, sliding a finger through her folds. “Oh god,” her hips bucked up, and her hands moved, grabbing at the top of the couch.
She was soaking wet. My finger moved easily, my thumb sliding over her clit, which made her toes curl. I slid a finger into her, feeling her body tighten around me.
I moved my hand slowly, watching every reaction I got back. I watched her pant, her head tilting back as she moaned. I took in the way her legs shook, her hips, moving with each thrust my hand did.
I slid a second finger into her, her body clamping down harder than before. I shifted on my knees, trying to put a little space between my cock.
I bit her thigh, her voice pitching high again. “Oh god…”
I turned my wrist, hooking my fingers up. Her mouth dropped open as she moaned louder. Her voice bounced off the walls.
I inhaled her scent, my wolf growling, frustrated now. I wanted nothing more than to sink into her and find my release. But I didn’t want that either, and I wasn’t sure she did either.
I dipped my hand down and ran my tongue over her. Her thighs slammed against my face, and her fingers grabbed at my hair. “Oh god, Westley!”
I was going to bust a nut in my damn jeans at this rate.
I grabbed her thighs, pulling them back apart as I devoured her. I thrust two fingers into her, working my tongue over her clit. Her breath pitched, her voice hitting new heights.
“Don’t stop… oh god.”
I chuckled as I moved my fingers deeper into her. “You taste sweet like candy. I could get used to this.”
She looked at me now, flustered and amazed. She stammered for words but found none now.
I kissed her knee and ran my tongue down her thigh. “When you come, and trust me you will, I want you to say my name. Or I’ll just bring you right to the edge and stop.”
She blinked, staring at me.
“That’s cruel,” she whispered.
“It is,” I said, dipping my head down. “And a promise. So, say my name, Ella.”
I dipped my head back down and slid my tongue over her clit. I moved my fingers faster, listening to her breath pant for air. I could feel the shift, knowing she was close.
“Oh god… right there,” she moaned, her hips bucking up. Her legs shook violently against my hold, her back arching more. She was right there, just on the edge.
God, say my name, Gabriella.
“Oh god,” she cried out now, her body finding its release. I looked up at her, watching her face hit ecstasy.
“Westley,” she moaned my name, just before her body sagged against the couch.
I took one last long lick before I leaned back. I pulled my hand up, popping my fingers into my mouth, tasting her. “My name sounds good coming out of your mouth like that.”
She stared at me with amazement. I grabbed her dress, tugging it back down into place. She looked at me, confused now.
“You… are… you…” She swallowed, licking her lips. “Are you good?”
No, my dick was pulsing painfully, and I was pretty sure I had blue balls at this point. But I also knew now to push it.
“I’m good. That helped.” I reached out. “Do you want a hand up?”
She nodded, and I pulled her up. I helped her to the bathroom, and she chewed on her cheek. She looked down at my pants, and I knew she could see my bulge, but she didn’t ask.
I kissed her forehead. “I’m going to shower. I never got a chance before the party.”
I turned before she could say anything and slipped into my bedroom. I heard my wolf growl, pissed off. I tugged at my jeans, feeling like someone had put all my blood straight there.
I wanted to have her more than anything, but I knew she wasn’t ready. I needed to be patient, and I could.