Chapter Twelve #2
“I’m being serious, Tru. Let me finish. I hated it.
I couldn’t stand you pushing me away, I couldn’t stand not being able to send you the messages I wanted to reassure you.
I hated sitting there all night with the thought of your ex being a werewolf and having all these questions, and you not wanting anything to do with me.
” He shook his head. “I don’t want to do that anymore. ”
She nodded. “I understand.”
“If you and I are in a weird spot? Talk to me. If I disappear, don’t overthink it and convince yourself I’m being like your ex.
If I’m not messaging back, I don’t have reception or I’m a wolf.
Those are the two things that will keep me from a quick response.
If we are arguing? I might be pissing you off, Tru, that’s going to happen, but I’m not doing the all-night fight stuff. Fix it with me. Please.”
She nodded. Did he understand? Did he know that all of this was what she needed as well? That all of this openness and stating directly what he wanted was right in line with what she wanted? That his setting rules on the level their arguments were allowed to get to put something at ease within her?
This felt like a team. It felt like they were getting on the same page. This felt like openness, and vulnerability. This felt like certainty.
This felt like healing.
And in this moment she knew what he was capable of.
Tabian could heal. He was mature and well-spoken, direct, and cool-headed when things went down.
She didn’t realize until now how very much she had needed that in her life.
Her nervous system settled with his reassuring words.
The fight or flight in her disintegrated.
She was just calm and hopeful now.
“I swore I would never trust anyone again,” she whispered, resting the palm of her hand against his cheek.
“That’s just a challenge for a man like me,” Tabian murmured.
“Don’t get me to trust you and then hurt me, okay?”
A slow smile stretched his lips. “Your ex took your friends, right?”
The hurt at those few words sliced right through her. She nodded. “He needed me to be alone, so no one could tell me I deserved better.”
“Mmm. I sent a text to all of the girls in my Pack last night, and they will be reaching out. And before you think I’ve got some angle, you should know they will absolutely tell you if you deserve better and I need to get my shit together.
” He shrugged. “They’re the only girls I know, and as annoying as they are sometimes, they’re also good women, and they take care of their own.
I’ll get them for you. They can teach you the feminine, soft side of Pack life, and werewolves, and humans navigating the Pack.
They’re already planning a girls night for next week. ”
Her heart was hammering against her chest, and her eyes were burning again. Did he understand what he was offering her? He was finding ways to fix the things he didn’t break. He had listened, and was thoughtful, and didn’t feel threatened by her having a life outside of him.
Tabian was a terrifying wolf, but a very good man.
“You’re good, Tru. You’re okay. I’m going to make sure you’re okay.”
She leaned in and kissed his lips, her arm tightening around his neck to keep him close.
Tabian’s hands went to her hips, and he deepened the kiss, pressed his tongue past her lips and dragged her body against his.
A buzzing sensation spread through her chest and across her skin, and her worries faded with each lap of his tongue.
Oh, he could be gentle with her feelings, but he could also consume her body and turn her mind off completely.
His hands gripped her back, her hips, slid to her legs and squeezed gently there, as if he was exploring her. With each massaging touch, she disappeared farther into him.
Tru rolled her hips against his, and he grunted softly, then pulled her hips to urge her to do it again.
He ended their kiss suddenly and ground out, “I want to fuck you, Tru. I didn’t like being separated last night like that.
I want to own you right now and teach you a lesson for blocking me.
I know you’ll think I said all those nice things to get in your pants now though.
” He relaxed back against the chair and let off a steadying breath. “I can wait until you beg for it.”
His eyes were so bright right now.
“You gonna treat me like a little frightened animal?”
“Exactly. You can pick the pace, Tru. Once you beg though, be warned, it’ll be hard to keep me off you. I’m going to want it all the time.”
A warm, fuzzy feeling filled her middle and she bit back a smile. That was such a turn-on to a woman like her. It had been so long since she’d felt sexy, but here, with his hands gripping her hips, she felt a power she didn’t recognize.
With a grin, she leaned in and kissed him, rolling her body against his.
“Tru,” he gritted against her lips.
She bit his bottom lip gently, then sucked on it.
She could feel his stone-hard cock swelling underneath her.
“Tru,” he said hoarsely as she rocked against his erection.
“Yes?” she asked innocently as she eased off him and unfastened her jean shorts.
His eyebrows were arched up now, and he ran his hands through his hair and linked his hands behind his head. “You’re trying to kill my resolve, aren’t you?”
“Yep.” She kicked off her shorts, panties and all, and now all she wore was a T-shirt that barely reached her thighs.
Tabian reached forward and cupped her sex and moaned. “You’re already wet.”
“It’s going to feel so good when you slide it in.”
A long, low snarl rattled from his throat, and he leaned in as she reached for him. His lips crushed against hers harder now, and he dragged her onto his lap, then stood in one fluid motion and carried her toward the hallway. “Where’s your bedroom?” he rumbled.
“End of the hall on the left,” she said breathlessly.
Oh, her mind was completely gone right now.
His arms were firm around her, one hooked under her ass, and he set her down onto the mattress in her room. He pulled her shirt over her head and then stared in hunger at her cleavage.
The bra she wore was nothing fancy, because she’d had big plans to lounge around the house and pout today, but Tabian seemed to like it well enough.
He cupped her breasts and pressed them together, deepening her cleavage in the bra.
He leaned down and rubbed his beard against her sensitive skin there and then pulled the fabric down enough to pour her tits out the top.
It couldn’t have been flattering, but that man looked at her like she was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, so who was she to complain?
Tabian peeled his shirt off and holy shit, he was perfect.
His six pack flexed with the movement of tossing his shirt to the floor, and she reached for his abs to see if they were as smooth as they looked.
It was like touching a warm stone statue.
His arms were big, and powerful, and the broadness there tapered into a trim waist. He had some silver scars that looked old and healed.
Someday she was going to ask where he got each of them, but for now, she just wanted to memorize him.
Tabian covered her with his body and nipped at the side of her neck, then murmured, “You remember the rule, right?”
“Mmm, spread my legs wider for you because you are a giant man?”
His chuckle was absolutely wicked. “Good girl, but I mean the other rule.”
Oh, she knew what he meant. He wanted her to beg. “Mmm, wear lowcut tops all the time so you can see my boobs better?”
He nipped her neck again. “Okay, forget my rule, you are in charge now. I like all of these. You make the rules now.”
She giggled and reached for the button of his jeans. “Please fuck me.”
“Oh my God, Tru,” he uttered. He kissed her and unfastened his jeans, shoved them down and kicked out of them, and now he was on her, knees bent under her, cradling her body with his. “Say that again.”
Tru eased her lips to his ear and whispered, “Tabian, please fuck me.”
His low growl vibrated directly through her chest, and she smiled up at the ceiling. She loved having this kind of power over a man like him. She was getting drunk on this feeling.
No problems existed here in the safety of Tabian’s arms.
He pressed his erection against her wet sex and drew it back slowly. It already felt good and he wasn’t even inside of her yet.
Rolling her eyes closed, she arched her head back and clawed her nails against his back gently.
A moan escaped him and he slid into her smoothly. The stretch felt so good as he drove deep into her. For a few moments, he held there, positioned deep inside of her, kissing the side of her neck.
She could feel his canines as he clamped his teeth against her sensitive skin there, but he didn’t break the skin. He put only enough pressure to feel pleasurable as he began to move within her.
This felt like everything. Every slow slide of his dick out and back in was a mixture of ecstasy and torture.
He kept the pace slow, teasing her, building it up.
With each stroke, his body tensed when he was buried inside of her.
Oh, he knew how to consume her body. He knew what ownership was.
He knew how to get her so addicted to this, she would never be able to let go of him.
Now she understood him wanting her to be the one to beg.
She would belong to him after this.
She spread her knees wider and let him into the apex between her thighs better, and he drove into her a little faster now as a reward.
She moved her body with his, and this felt natural. It felt so good…so right. So perfect, as if her body had always been waiting for this moment, and this connection right here.
Nothing had ever felt so good before.
And she could feel it—this tether binding them the longer they were fused to each other’s skin.
“What’s happening?” Tabian whispered, easing back to search her eyes. “What are you doing to me?”