Chapter 8 - Brooks
“Fine…do it and get it over with…” Rissa husks dryly through her parched lips. She looks like a mess, but I can’t help but feel drawn to her, the magnetization heightened by her heat and the discovery that she’s my fated mate.
I know this is information I can’t simply pounce on her, simply because she hates my guts and stares at me through the eyes of an enemy, vindictive and cold, and so different from the person she is around others in the pack.
Though I’ve avoided being treated by her, I’ve heard how she’s helped the others, even going as far as being chosen as Alpha Elias’s mate’s personal healer during Aurora’s pregnancy.
But she hates me, and there’s no denying the hole I dug for myself when I bullied her in the past. Right now, that doesn’t matter; I can’t stand to watch her writhe in pain. My inner wolf refuses to see her suffering, and it’s why I lean in to moisten her poor, chapped lips.
Rissa hesitates as I draw closer, her confliction evident in the way she tenses up and stops breathing altogether. But the moment my warm, inviting breath fans her lips, she parts them, and that’s the confirmation I need to go ahead.
“I’m only doing this to ease your pain, okay?
” I say, my lips so close that I can almost taste her sweet essence.
I don’t want to frighten her or give her the wrong impression by going ahead without warning.
She’s already so closed off and tentative; she needs to know that everything I’m about to do is for her.
She nods stiffly and closes her eyes, allowing me to move in and press my lips to hers. I use every ounce of self-control so I don’t get carried away, because the moment our lips meet, the world as I once knew it crumbles to the ground.
Rissa’s soft, plump lips are the pillows I wish I could rest my soul on for eternity, and my heart skips a profound, life-changing beat when my tongue moistens the parched buds. I’m painfully hard already, shocked at how much the simple, unhurried kiss affected me.
Pulling away because I’m slightly afraid of the attraction, I gulp hard and taste the light traces of her essence, craving more but reminding myself that this is all about Rissa.
I need to take her pain away, but at least the kiss allowed her to open up a little more, her doe eyes welcoming as they sparkle innocently.
Suddenly, she’s not the feisty creature who spits words of venom in retaliation for my past behavior, but she’s a pure being who needs to be taken care of as a reward for always caring for others.
Catching a glimpse of the Rissa I knew in the past sparks my desire for her, a desperate urge to fulfil her needs and take all her pain away consumes me.
As she slowly reclines onto the pillow behind her, I match her movement and gently climb onto the bed, planting myself between her thighs as she parts them for me.
As I stare into her emerald eyes, heady with lust and glittering gold specks between the greens, I take to undoing the buttons on her frilly white blouse. She seems to stop breathing as she watches me expose her chest, her full breasts held together by the cups of a lace white bra.
Knowing what she really needs at a time like this, I only ghost my fingers over the mounds of her breasts as her chest expands on an inhale, teasing her as my hand travels down to the spot that needs my touch the most.
I press my fingers to her clothed core, causing a gasp to leave her lips when my touch does exactly what it was meant to. She craves the friction, and I need to peel the layers back to give her what she desperately needs.
Hooking my fingers through the elastic waistband of her khaki trousers, I pull the first layer down, shimmying back to make room for her legs to lift.
When her pants are off, I take a moment to appreciate her stunning body, lying in a matching white lace set with her blouse parted to frame her curves.
The way she stares at me is about to drive me wild, and I have to gulp to swallow down the frightening amount of lust I have right now.
Goddess!
She’s beautiful, even with her flushed cheeks and puffy eyes from when she was sobbing through the pain. She’s a mess, but she’s my mess…a thought that crosses my mind out of nowhere, the words spoken as if it’s my inner wolf who whispers them inside my skull.
It's that very thought that spurs me on, turning me rabid with the anticipation of tasting her treasures that are meant to be my possessions.
She doesn't know it yet, but she's the most desirable creature I've ever encountered, and I suddenly need to prove myself worthy of her.
Leaning closer to the apex of her thighs, I'm drunk on the pheromones she exudes, intoxicated by the sweetness that beckons to my senses.
It's the most appealing scent I've ever been drawn to, and I'm hypnotized as I sink my face into the thin lace covering her crotch.
I press my nose firmly against her bundle of nerves bulging through the lace, inhaling deeply as I drink in the intoxicating scent.
Every fiber in my being is ignited by the most primal hunger, and my mouth waters with the anticipation of tasting her.
Without wasting any more time, I lock eyes with Rissa as I curl a finger through the crotch of her panties, the flimsy material tearing with little effort when I give a firm tug.
“Ah…” Rissa gasps, then tucks her bottom lip between her teeth in a sheepish act to match the way her cheeks turn a bright shade of burgundy, highlighting the blush against her tanned skin.
My mind races with the appreciation of her beauty, and her natural Goddess-given gift is rewarded when I dip my head to her moistened flaps, licking a fat line toward her clit with a flattened tongue.
She shudders from the sensations rushing through her and pooling in her bundle of nerves, swelling with hot, unabashed arousal.
I’m painfully hard, but I remain controlled enough to fight the urge to whip my pants off and sink between her pink folds when I use my tongue.
Sliding into her warm, inviting cavity, I slurp on her sticky juices that taste like the sweetest treat I’ve ever indulged in.
Rissa mewls and squirms in sync with the ministrations of my tongue, spurring me on to add a finger that fits snugly between her folds.
I curl my index finger deep inside her, finding that soft, spongy spot that drives her to insanity as she fists the sheets on either side and screams.
“Brooks! Oh, my Goddess!” she mewls as she grinds her hips against my face.
Knowing that I’m giving her immense pleasure swells my chest with pride, my lips curling to a smirk as I suckle on her swollen clit while stroking her G-spot with my fingertip.
I’m so hard and hot for her that I’ve worked up a sweat that crosses my brows, while precum leaks from the tip of my rigid cock in the confines of my pants.
While I imagine what it would feel like to sink between her welcoming folds and fill her aching hole with my cock, I plunge my straightened finger, mimicking the way I would have fucked her with the thrusts of it.
The pounding becomes harder, firmer, deeper as I add another finger and realize that she’s a virgin when I have to wrestle against her tightness, noticing the way she’s squirming and whimpering against my kisses.I pull my mouth off her with a lewd pop in shock, and my eyes meet hers with wariness.
There’s no need for us to exchange words when I can see how much pleasure she’s getting from this, her emerald eyes glossed over and glowing like gems of innocence. She’s never done this before.
She’s never been touched in twenty-eight years.
A wave of protectiveness over her vulnerability and innocence washes over me, compelling me to respect her decision not to have sex when I thought, for a split second, that it’s what she would have wanted.
It’s probably the intensity of her heat that makes her kisses so feverishly suggestive.
But one thing remains true; the beautiful, pure creature had every reason to deny having sex with me, and it reaffirms my determination to do this purely for her sake, to cure her heat and rid her of her pain.
Pain is a distant thought when the air fills with her moans as I draw her toward climax with my lips latched on her clit.
Vacuuming my cheeks and suckling on the bundle of nerves, I continue exploring her hot, dripping core, drawing her closer and closer until I feel her walls clenching around my finger.
In her desperation to release the knot pulling her belly taut and caving it in, she moans and cards her fingers through my hair, tugging on the roots with a force that pulls me into devouring her core.
Lapping and licking and making squelching sounds with my mouth as I relish in the taste, Rissa loosens her grip in my hair as she lets go and her orgasm washes over her, drenching my finger in the heat of her slick that gushes forth.
Her body rolls in waves on the bed as she rides out the high, and I drink in every last drop she offers from between her thighs.
When her body shudders, and a sigh escapes her lips, I know she’s been satisfied, and the thirst of her heat has been quenched.
While her head is buried between the valley of two pillows, I gently pull my lips away from her dripping core.
Her honey trickles down the corners of my mouth, and I lick it off with the tip of my tongue like a greedy predator who just devoured its prey.
I’ve never felt more drawn to any creature than when I lift my head to find Rissa on the brink of falling asleep, her eyelids heavy as she stares gratefully at me through her thick lashes.
An all-consuming desire to have her in my arms overpowers my lust for her, and while I have to deal with a raging hard-on that won’t find release tonight, I act upon the basest instincts I’ve unlocked through what I’ve just done and cautiously climb over her.
My feet touch the ground only so that I can pull the covers over Rissa’s legs before climbing back into bed beside her.
I slip an arm under her pliant frame, pulling her to my chest as her eyelids grow heavier and she’s on the verge of falling asleep.
She makes no protest when my other arm closes around her in a rather intimate embrace, but I can feel her reluctance and hesitation in the way she tenses up, her walls coming up again.
Burying my face between her wild, golden curls, I whisper, “Get some sleep now, Rissa. We will travel back in the morning.”
Rissa doesn’t immediately respond, but the tenderness of my arms must be subduing, because she sighs as if it’s her reply. Left staring at the ceiling in the dim light of the hut, I find that it’s almost impossible to sleep at a time like this.
I just performed a very sacred act with the omega, and she has no idea that my wolf is bound to hers simply because of destiny.
She’s obviously not ready to forgive me anytime soon, or forget the past and look to the future.
For now, I’ll just have to respect her decision, as long as it’s made on Snehvolk soil.