Chapter 13 - Troy
Her breasts still fit perfectly in my hands. And her nipples were rock hard under my fingers. I could feel her legs tighten around my waist, and I knew she was soaking wet. I could smell her.
My cock was painfully restrained in my pants. I wanted so badly to sink into her as I had before. I wanted to turn my mind off and just have her.
“Still sensitive here,” I growled, kissing her softly.
She panted for air, and I took in the way her lips were slightly swollen now. Her eyes had a haze in them, and I knew she wasn’t thinking about anything else.
I could see the way her face got nervous when we got home, and I wanted her to just forget. If we were going to do this and do it right, I needed her to be relaxed.
I kissed down her neck, trailing down her collarbone. I reached a hand behind her and unclipped her bra. Her eyes widened in surprise as I tugged it free, letting her breast free.
I could see a blush roll over her face as I stared at her, taking her in. Elize was as beautiful as I remembered. I’d always been a breast kind of man. But I didn’t like them huge. Now that I think about it, I always thought hers were perfect.
“You’re staring.”
“Because you have nice breasts.”
She swallowed as she tugged at my shirt. I pulled it free and watched the way her eyes trailed over me. She reached a hand up, running her finger along my right shoulder. “I forgot about this.”
I looked down at the scar. It had happened in ninth grade when another kid and I got into a fight. I ended up getting thrown, and my arm broke. The scar was from my bone being snapped and sticking out of my skin.
Her fingers were gentle as she ran them over the mark. Her eyes looked back up at me. “Do you have any new scars?”
I shook my head. “No. Do you?”
She nodded. “I fell into a pit a few months after I moved. I ended up getting twelve stitches in my left hip.”
My eyebrows went up. I moved my hand down and pulled at her dress. I stared at her left hip, taking in the long scar.
“Jesus, Elize.”
“Not one of my brightest moments.”
“How did you fall into a pit?”
“I wasn’t paying attention and got a little turned around. I tripped on a stick, and next thing you know, I’m falling.”
I ran my thumb over her scar, wondering how long it had taken her to heal. I wondered how much pain she’d been in and who had all been there.
I felt I’d missed so much over the past couple of years. She’d grown into another person, and I wanted to know everything I could. I didn’t want to miss out on anything more.
I moved my hand up high, skating my thumb over her underwear band. I felt her breath hitch. “Any other scars I should know about?”
She blushed. “I’m sure. I’m a bit of a clutz. You know that. I don’t have a running list of them, though.”
I nodded my head, leaning closer and softly kissed her. She moaned, and I moved my hand inward. I slid my hand under her dress fabric and underneath her underwear. I found Elize was soaking wet, and her mouth fell open.
“Oh god,” she moaned as I slid my thumb over her clit. I felt her hips rock slightly. Elize’s hands grabbed at my shoulders, and her legs shook against my hips. I ran my tongue over her lips, basking in her moan.
I moved my thumb in slow circles before sliding a finger into her. Elize was tight, and her fingers shook against my skin. I inhaled her scent, basking in it.
“Oh god,” she moaned louder, her head fumbling back, slamming into the door.
I moved my other hand, cupping the back of her neck. I moved my finger slowly, thrusting it deeply into her. I could feel her clenching, a little whimper leaving her lips. “We should probably move before you give yourself a concussion.”
She nodded her head, and I moved, throwing her over my shoulder. She squealed as I turned, heading down the hallway. I slapped her ass, and I heard her gasp. “Troy!”
“Nice butt too.”
I could imagine her face was probably even redder.
I walked into my room and set her down. She placed her hands on my chest, and the rest of her dress fell to the ground. My eyebrows went up as I realized she was wearing a lacy set of underwear underneath.
My jaw dropped. “You know, for someone who said she had no nice clothes, I’m a little surprised by this.”
She glanced down, and her face went red again. “I had to buy something that wouldn’t leave lines. I bought this with the dress today.”
“Being naked underneath does the same thing.”
She gave me a soft punch on the shoulder. “That’s just wrong.”
I moved closer. “I wouldn’t mind it.”
She chewed on her lower lip, and I reached a hand up, moving her chin up. I stepped back into her space and gave her a soft kiss. Her lips were gentle.
I pulled her closer, and I felt her hands grab at me. We took a few steps back and fell onto the bed. I grabbed at my pants and unbuttoned them. Elize sat up on her elbows and watched.
“I’m not wearing any lacy underwear.”
She snorted. “I would hope not.”
“Why? Don’t think I would look good in them?” I tugged my pants down, standing in my boxers.
She looked down, and I knew she was looking at my bulge. She swallowed and pulled her eyes back up. “I didn’t say that.”
I smirked, running my hand over my boxer’s band. “Are you picturing it? Me in some lacy underwear?”
She tried to hide her smirk as she didn’t seem to know whether to look at me or my boxers.
“Maybe. I’m having a hard time picturing it.”
I stepped closer to her. I hovered over her, and she stared at me. I could see something swimming in her eyes, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. I would have thought it was lust, but surely not.
I cupped her face and kissed her. She softly moaned, and I moved lower. I pressed her against the bed, and her skin felt hot against mine. I felt her legs hook around mine, and my boxer’s pressed right against her.
She was soaking wet, her underwear sopping. I grunted, pressing my forehead against hers. “Jesus, Elize.”
I leaned back, grabbing at her underwear and stripping them off. I tossed them aside and yanked my boxers down. My cock sprang up, and Elize’s eyes widened.
“God, I forgot how big you were.”
I hooked her legs, tugging her to the edge of the bed. Elize squealed as I stepped between her legs. I tightly gripped my cock, rolling my hand down it roughly. Elize’s throat bobbed, and I could have come on the spot.
I moved my hand down, sliding a thumb over her clit. Elize’s head fell back, and her mouth fell open. “Oh god, yes… right there.”
I kissed her knee as I watched her chest rise and fall. I could feel her legs shaking as I moved my thumb in perfect circles. I kissed down her knee into her inner thigh. I left hickies as I moved, inhaling the scent of her.
I slid two fingers into her, and I watched her toes curl. Her nails dug into the bedding. I could feel how tight she was, my cock painful now.
I bit hard onto her thigh, and she cried out. I felt her body tighten around my fingers as her legs stiffened. I watched as she had an orgasm, panting for air.
She fell back into the sheets. She stared at the ceiling for a moment before her eyes came back down to me. I took in the flush look that fell over her face. I wanted to see it every day. That afterglow of an orgasm.
I grabbed her hips, tugging her closer to me. I rubbed my cock over her entrance, feeling how wet she was. It was taking everything in me not to slide into her and ram until I came to a release.
I could remember the last time we were like this. It was slow, and I remember how she felt wrapped around my dick. And when she came, Jesus. It was another level.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, as she tilted her head.
I wanted to tell her I was thinking about everything. Our relationship and how perfect it was. What we could have been. I had pictured a future of us together. I was thinking about how I let my walls down and could just be me.
Elize was the woman for me, and I didn’t want anyone else. But I couldn’t say all of that. I knew it would be too soon.
“I’m thinking about last time we were like this.” I nudged my cock an inch inside her. “And just tight you felt.”
I slid into her and moved slowly. Elize felt like a perfect fit. Her hands grabbed at my arms, her nails scraping down. I rocked my hips into her, feeling her tightening around me.
I moved my hand down, rolling my finger over her clit. Her head rocked back, and I felt she was getting close.
“Oh god, yes,” she panted, her nails breaking the skin on me.
I thrusted deeper into her, losing all the control I had. I kissed her, her mouth falling open. It was sloppy, and we were panting as we came together.
I kept thrusting, driving her orgasm higher. She cried out, her entire body shaking. I fumbled to the side, trying to get my breath. I could hear Elize panting next to me, and then she started to giggle.
I looked at her as she laughed. She covered her mouth and turned her head to me. “I’m sorry.”
I turned onto my side. “What’s so funny?”
She continued to giggle. “I just… I thought this was going to be so awkward afterward, but I kept picturing you in a lacy pair of underwear now.”
I started to laugh, and I could hear her laugh harder, too.
“Really? That’s what you’re thinking about?”
She nodded, wiping at tears in her eyes. “It’s crazy, but I did. I suddenly pictured you standing in some lacy red underwear, and I can’t stop laughing.”
I soaked in the sight of her as she continued to giggle. I felt my heart skip a beat as I watched her. This was what I wanted more than anything in the world.
Over the next couple of days, we tracked any changes that came. Elize didn’t have any visions, and there were no new powers that seemed to manifest. We decided to visit the cauldron, wondering if it had maybe changed.
As we walked down the halls, I could see she was unhappy. Each day that nothing new happened, she seemed to get a little sadder.
“It’s not going to happen overnight,” I whispered.
She glanced at me and nodded. “I know.”
“It takes time. And no news isn’t bad news, Elize.”
“I know… I just was hoping.” She frowned as we went down the stairs. “I was just hoping something would change. Even a little bit. I guess I was wrong that sex would help.”
I paused and pulled her to a stop. “Elize, you have done so much for this pack already. Don’t get discouraged now. Don’t let this blind you from all that you’ve done.”
She gave me a soft smile. “Thanks.”
We continued down and entered the room where the cauldron was. It remained bubbling, still chained to the ground. Elize walked over and stared into it.
I stood nervously. The air down here was tense and smelled of rotting bodies. All the hair on my body stood up, and I wanted out as quickly as possible.
“Anything?”
Elize walked around it once more, her eyes narrowing on it. I watched her shoulders drop, and she shook her head. “No, nothing. I don’t feel or see anything.”
“I don’t want to rush you, but if you feel you’re done, I would like to leave this place.”
She raised an eyebrow at me. “You really don’t like it down here.”
I shook my head. “It makes my skin crawl. Dark magic has that effect on people. Don’t you like that?”
She shrugged. “I mean, it doesn’t feel great, but I don’t think it’s that bad. But I’m more used to magic than you probably are.”
We left and headed up the stairs. I walked closer to Elize and knocked her shoulder against mine. “Things will get better.”
She nodded. “I hope.”
“If anything, just think about me in lacy underwear.”
She snorted as we emerged from the stairs and started down the hallway. Her cackle echoed around the hallway.
Just then, we both stopped when we spotted Ivan running down the hallway. He looked panicked as he came to a stop, out of breath.
“Ivan?” I frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Pack members…” he gasped for air as he grabbed at his chest. “It’s a mess.”
“Shit, is it the convent?”
Elize’s face went pale as she watched Ivan. “Ivan, breathe. What is going on? What’s going on with the Convent? Did the alarms go off?”
Ian shook his head. “It’s not the convent.”
I was confused now. “What is going on then, Ivan? What are you talking about?”
“Dustin just called.” He pulled himself up. “Our pack members are attacking Dustin’s.”
My eyes widened. “What? When… that…” I couldn’t wrap my head around his words. And then it clicked.
“Shit.”
“That doesn’t sound good,” Elize said.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I ran a hand through my hair. “Fuck. Alright. We need to head over there right away. Call a couple of guys and have them meet us there.”
Ivan nodded and turned on his heels. Elize turned to me. “What are you going to do?”
I didn’t even know what to do. I had no idea how bad it was or whether anyone was hurt. I wouldn’t know until we got there.
“I don’t know. I don’t… fuck.”
“Breath,” Elize reached out, placing her hand on my chest. “We will go there and handle it.”
I nodded. “We need to go now.”
“I’ll drive, so you can call Dustin and get more information.”
She grabbed the keys from me, and we hurried out to my car. I pulled my phone out and called Dustin. The phone rang a few times before I got to his voicemail.
“Shit.”
“What?”
“I got his voicemail.” I pinched my eyes. “That doesn’t mean anything good.”
“It’s okay.” She turned the car over, and the car came to life.
“Hey, this is Dustin. Leave a message.”
“Hey Dustin, it’s Troy. Please call me back as soon as you get this. I just got word from Ivan. Elize and I are heading your way.” I ended the call.
I bounced my leg as Elize drove, turning where I said. We were ten minutes into the drive when my phone rang, and I looked down.
“It’s Dustin.” I pulled the phone up and answered it. “Dustin, what’s going on?”
“We’ve got about ten of your pack members losing their shit on my pack members,” he yelled.
I frowned. “How bad?”
“Well, no one is dead, but there are injuries.”
“I’m about five minutes out. Elize is with me, so where do you want us to come?”
“Oh, trust me, you’ll know where to go.”
I frowned, not liking his warning.