19. Eighteen
Eighteen
Cozette
“Cozy? Are you in there?”
My eyes pop open in alarm when I hear Mama Valley calling for me out in my room. I bolt upright from Jeremiah’s chest with a gasp, scrambling off of him so fast that I may have accidentally kneed him in the groin area, judging by the groan of pain he lets out before I shove a pillow over his face hastily. I shush him like a lunatic, my heart pounding as I glance around for my clothes.
I might hold the pillow a little too hard against him, however, because when he rips it away, he takes a deep breath as he tosses it to the side, staring up at me with wide blue eyes.
“Gods, Dove. I make you come so hard you see stars all night, and this is how you wake me the morning after? A knee to my oversensitive morning wood and you trying to smother me to death. At least next time sit on my face instead of using a pillow,” he mutters tiredly, shaking his head as he runs a hand down his face.
My cheeks and throat flush with a blush as memories from the night before flood my mind, the good and the bad.
Everything I experienced with him last night was so much more than I ever could have imagined, and I honestly can’t see how it could get better. He was so attentive, watching my every move and emotion, constantly making sure I was okay with everything he did or told me to do. So intuitive to my needs. But what made the entire experience so much better is how he let me control the situation, while also giving me direction and encouraging me. Something I found I really, r eally enjoyed.
At first, I was anxious and unsure, but Jeremiah’s intense stares, dirty words, and constant assurance awakened a newfound sensuality hidden in me. I never imagined that something as basic as rubbing against him could feel so incredible, and the jolts of ecstasy that pulsed through my body with every movement of his naked length against my ultra-sensitive, panty-clad center were absolutely mind-blowing. With his hands and eyes on me, a profound feeling of security and belonging had washed over me. The rightness of everything made my heart and soul settle inside of me, and when I drifted off to sleep, an overwhelming sense of optimism had filled my thoughts, painting a picture of a future liberated from panic and haunting memories.
Naively, I believed that since I was able to handle what we did without a panic attack, it would always be that effortless. But when I woke up a short while later, the memories of my past trauma flooded my mind, shattering the calm and content energy I had felt. As panic consumed me, the lingering remnants of a haunting nightmare played tricks on my mind. The dim lighting made it difficult for my eyes to adjust, and my drowsy mind struggled to remember where I was—to remind myself that I was protected in my haven. The weight of the massive, bare form pressed against me made it difficult to breathe, and the world around me spun uncontrollably, leaving me feeling dizzy and disoriented. In that suffocating moment, my mind transported me back to a familiar room where the stench of my fear hung in the air as the oppressive weight of a monster held me down against my will, and my body became rigid with dread when the person against me moved, my mind racing to prepare for the inevitable pain of a slap or some other form of punishment.
Until he’d grabbed my face and made me look at him, see him…
With a soothing tone and a hesitant purr rattling in his chest, Jeremiah had whispered sweet words that broke through the vision of the past while planting soft kisses on my face, his warm tongue licking away my tears until my whimpers of terror turned into whimpers of want. When I’d caught my breath, I was suddenly surrounded by Jeremiah’s powerful scent, which instantly stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within me until the intense desire to be enveloped by my alpha silenced the terrified, broken part of me in my mind.
At that moment, my instincts surged to the forefront, overpowering my panicked mind. Waves of endorphins flooded my brain as I yearned for him to banish the lingering distress from my nightmare with his touch and the intoxicating, blissful pleasure he’d shown me. The desperation to cleanse my soul of the memories consumed me, causing me to lose all composure as I flung myself at him, kissing him so forcefully that my lips throbbed.
The rest of the night is a foggy blur, but the lingering physical sensations on my body and the emotional imprint left behind on my soul remain. Jeremiah’s touch awakened sensations in me that I had only ever dreamed of, the entire night with him reminiscent of the teenage fantasies I’d once had. His willingness to expose himself to me, without concern for my partially clothed state, only seemed to heighten the desire of our exploration.
It wasn’t until last night that I realized how touch starved I’ve been, as each caress from my alpha had me curling closer to him in search of more. The memory of his touch is like a whisper across my mind, causing a shiver to run down my spine as I think about his fingers tracing every curve, his mouth leaving a trail of heat, and his tongue tracing an invisible path straight to the space between my thighs that made me blush and crave more, the fabric of my bra and panties adding an electrifying element.
“Cozy?”
Mama Valley’s voice is followed by a loud knock on the closet door, kicking me back into gear as I shake my head to clear it.
“Just a minute,” I call out, my voice sounding strangled to my own ears as I glance back down at the massive man beneath me.
Jeremiah is propped up on his elbows, brow raised as he stares up at me, and when his tongue peeks out to swipe across his bottom lip, my stomach flips. I have to bite my lip to contain the whimper that claws its way up my throat with the way his eyes seem to stare into my very soul.
“Stop that!” I hiss at him, smacking him on the chest with a pillow.
“Stop what, sweet girl?” he murmurs huskily as his large hand wraps around my wrist when I go to smack him with the pillow again.
He yanks me down against him, my hands landing on his chest for balance as a gasp of surprise escapes me. When he leans up and licks a long swipe from my collarbone up my neck and over my cheeks, I instinctually search for something to bite down on to keep myself quiet. The closest thing just so happens to be Jeremiah’s chest, and before I can even fully think the thought through, I bend down and bite into his colorful left pec with a soft moan.
He groans, his hands tightening on my hips as his lips freeze on my neck. I don’t bite down hard enough to break the skin, but I know the imprint of my teeth will be left behind and I immediately feel awful. But when I go to get up, he growls low in his throat, making me halt. His bare erection presses into my center and stomach, feeling impossibly hard between my legs. A shudder rolls through me, and I can’t contain the whimper that fights its way out of me this time when he shifts, rubbing against me.
When I’m finally able to pull back, I bite my lip at the deep indentations of my teeth left just above the colorful dragon tattoo on his chest. Running my finger across the mark, I can’t help but frown.
I hadn’t meant to bite him that hard, but in reality, I shouldn’t have at all.
He liked it, though…
I glance up and suck in a breath at the intensity in his eyes as he stares down at that bite, nostrils flaring. The blue surrounding his irises somehow seems darker, but not in a frightening way, and when the heavy appendage between us seems to grow only harder against me, my eyes widen. His eyes clash with mine and he raises a brow at me before giving me a lopsided smirk.
“I’m getting that inked into my skin. Just so you know,” he mutters, licking his lip again, and my breath hitches.
He’s downright crazy… but why do I love that so much about him? And why do I secretly want to jump up and down with joy that he wants to tattoo my bite into his skin?
I laugh under my breath and shake my head, gingerly crawling off of him and standing up. I run my fingers through my tangled hair, the curls gnarled from our activities last night and sleep, attempting to keep my eyes from glancing down there because I think I might be a little addicted to Jeremiah after last night.
Then I remember I have to get him out of here without anyone seeing him or knowing he was here somehow, and I start to panic a bit. Especially knowing that Mama Valley is…
Fudge!
I hastily grab my shirt from the floor and rush to the door, narrowly avoiding tripping over the mess of pillows and stuffed animals strewn across the floor. As soon as I open the door, my legs give way beneath me, and a sharp cry escapes my lips. Glancing back, I see a grinning Jeremiah on his knees, his hand tightly wrapped around my ankle, while Mama Valley’s voice echoes in the background, asking if I’m okay.
What the heck are you doing? I mouth to him with a scowl before the closet door rattles again and I glance at it.
“Cozy? Is everything okay in there?”
“Yep, I’m fine! Just… Um… just tripped over a pillow! Clumsy me.” I laugh awkwardly, glaring at Jeremiah and baring my teeth at him, something that only seems to make his grin grow.
With a frustrated exhale, I attempt to climb out of the door, but my progress is halted when he firmly grasps my ankle. The sensation of him yanking on my leg only intensifies my irritation, and I release a muttered growl under my breath.
“Um… I just… need to get dressed! Everything okay, Mama?” I holler out, hanging out of the door, trying to inch forward.
“Oh. Okay,” she calls back, hesitantly. “I was just coming to let you know that me and the dads are going out for a bit. I wanted to see if you wanted to go or if you’re okay with being home alone?”
My breath catches as I feel Jeremiah’s warm breath against my panties, causing a quick dampening sensation at my core. I realize, a moment too late, his intentions, and my eyes widen in shock. The moment his tongue touches the fabric of my panties, an electric sensation rushes through me, momentarily causing my eyes to lose focus and my lips clamp shut to suppress a desperate moan.
“I-uh, I…,” I suck in a deep breath when I feel him nibbling on me through the fabric of my panties and my hand involuntarily moves back to smack him away, only to completely miss him.
“I-I’m fine here,” I eventually squeak out, closing my eyes as I try not to move and encourage his behavior as his tongue slips out and licks me through the cotton.
He’s trying to kill me… or embarrass me. Either way, so not cool.
There’s a moment of silence on the other side of the door, and my mouth opens on a soundless gasp as Jeremiah forcefully presses his face against me, taking in my scent through my panties, causing a flush to rise in my cheeks.
Despite my efforts to swat him away, his insistent licks and closeness make my movements slow. As he catches the bundle of nerves hidden between my thighs with his teeth and rolls it gently, an electric current of pleasure surges through me, causing my senses to overload. My throat constricts as Mama Valley asks if I’m certain, and I manage to force out a feeble ‘yes’.
“Okay, sweetheart. If you’re sure.”
Amidst her words, I detect a hint of amusement, but my attention is consumed by Jeremiah’s relentless actions, his face buried between my most intimate parts, savoring me like a beloved frozen treat.
“O-okay. I’ll, uh, see you guys in a bit,” I stammer out, my voice getting higher with every swipe of my alpha’s tongue against me.
The gentle sound of her knocking twice against the door reaches my ears before she leaves, closing my bedroom door with a soft click. When I know she’s gone, my arms weaken and my body collapses, slumping over the entrance, caught between the comfort of the nest and the confinement of my closet. My eyes fall shut, and a soft whimper escapes me as I feel the carpeted floor beneath my clenched hands. With Jeremiah’s careful touch, my legs tremble, mirroring the pounding rhythm of my racing heart and the pulsing sensation between my thighs.
When I finally crash over the edge, an overwhelming weakness washes over me, leaving me unable to move, no matter how uncomfortable my position is. Moments later, Jeremiah lovingly scoops me up and nestles me into the cozy nest. I babble nonsensically, my words filling the air until he hushes me with a gentle touch and soothes me to sleep with a comforting back rub, my sigh of contentment filling the room.
The next time I wake up, my heart leaps into my throat as I frantically scan the room for Jeremiah, only to find myself alone. Tears well up in my eyes and my breathing becomes labored as panic floods over me, realizing he’s nowhere in the nest.
He didn’t leave without telling me goodbye, did he?
Just as I’m about to get up to search for him, the door swings open, and my breath catches at the intense hunger in his eyes as he realizes I’m awake. Kicking the nest door closed with his bare foot, he grins devilishly at me as he stalks closer to me with an overfull tray in his arms. I tug on the bottom of the oversized t- shirt I have on that I’m positive is his, biting my lip as he climbs back into the nest, carefully and slowly setting the tray down before sitting himself.
“What’s wrong?” he asks when he sees me wiping my eyes and sniffling, brows pinching together.
“I thought you left,” I mumble, rubbing my eyes before wiping my nose.
Jeremiah scoffs and drags me closer to him, wrapping his arm around my middle. He kisses the top of my head, and my eyes close with a content sigh when he inhales, humming as he takes in my scent.
“I’d never leave without telling you. I just thought you needed some food, and since I knew everyone was gone, I didn’t see the harm in putting something together for you.”
I tilt my head back and look up at him.
“What time is it?”
“Almost two. We didn’t sleep too long, so I figured it was safe enough,” he murmurs, tapping me on the nose.
“Well… What have we got?” I ask with a teasing smile, glancing over at the tray he set in front of me.
“Nothing too fancy, just a simple pb and j, some apple slices, and some juice. I took care of you, but now it’s time for me to take care of you ,” he says meaningfully, raising his brow while grabbing an apple slice and holding it to my lips.
My breathing becomes labored as he pushes the slice between my parted lips. I bite down, and the juice from the slice trickles down my chin as I chew. Using his free hand, he reaches forward and wipes away the juice with his thumb, before sucking it off with a lingering gaze. The taste of the juicy apple fills my mouth, but in an instant, my brain betrays me, and I find myself unable to swallow, struggling to regain control. After a fit of coughing, I finally succeed in swallowing it, and my hand quickly reaches for the bottle of water he had handed me, which I drink greedily.
When I’m done, I carefully twist the cap back on, taking a moment to catch my breath before shifting my gaze back to the alpha in front of me. The mischievous glimmer in his beautiful blue eyes gives away his intentions, despite his feeble attempt to appear innocent when he looks at me. Witnessing this playful side of him fills my heart with joy, causing it to dance within my chest. I can’t help but giggle like a carefree schoolgirl, momentarily liberated from all worries.
Once Jeremiah has fed me to my heart’s content, we spend the rest of the day intertwined in my cozy nest. As we talk, we discover new aspects of each other, and our kisses become more frequent. However, apart from the occasional playful caress, we savor the unrestricted joy of each other’s company, making it the most memorable day I’ve experienced in a while.