Chapter 14 - Brooks
I can hardly control myself when I taste Rissa’s sweet essence on her tongue, completely devouring her with ravenous grunts as I lift her off her feet.
Her thighs wrap around my waist, her arms wrapping my neck as she tilts her head and allows me to explore the depths of her mouth with a deeper kiss.
We’re moving then, as I carry her to the closest surface I can find, propping her rear on a pedestal in front of a mirror. I catch my reflection for a second, that’s long enough to notice how heady my eyes have become, glossed over by the height of lust and desire I’ve ever experienced in my life.
But it also reminds me of the walls I’d built up—walls to prevent me from feeling this way for Rissa, all because I’m afraid of being rejected when she decides that this isn’t what she wants.
She’s been protecting her virtue for so long, and only someone deserving of that honor could take it.
I’m far from deserving after all the distress I’ve caused her over the years. Tonight was even worse; I saw it in the way she glared at me accusingly when I allowed my rut to take over and acted on impulse out there.
How was I supposed to control my jealousy when I saw her speaking and giggling with another man?
She’s never looked at me that way.
But right now, she’s batting her lashes at me suggestively, her moist, swollen lips parted as she breathes heavily. I can’t help myself, lifting a hand to trace her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb, feeling the way she lets out a sigh.
“I’m trying very hard to control myself right now,” I admit with a husky breath. “I don’t want to scare you off.”
“You won’t,” Rissa whimpers, her face contracting with pain that has her throwing her head back. “Please…Brooks…” she pleads, her bottom lip trembling inconsolably when she lifts her head again. “You have to take this pain away…”
My heart skips a beat before pride swells my chest. It’s me she’s asking for help, not anyone else.
Cradling her cheek with both hands, I smooth away stray tendrils of curly locks from her face, staring deeply into her eyes.
“Like the last time?” I ask, wanting to remain as respectful as possible while internally, my hormones are raging, and my inner wolf is roaring to take its mate.
“No,” Rissa whispers seductively, her green eyes becoming deep pools of swirling masses that seem to hypnotize me as I’m physically drawn in, leaning in until her hot breath intoxicates me. “I want you to take my pain away…” she drawls. “But I also want to take yours away…”
I pause for a moment, realizing that Rissa understands what I’m going through with my rut.
The crippling pain in my gut that sends sharp tingles through my body is unexplainable; for the first time in my life, I feel vulnerable, not able to hide away behind the many masks I’ve worn for the sake of others.
Rissa sees right through me now, and it isn’t judgment I find reflected back at me.
It’s a deep sense of knowing, understanding, and compassion for my plight, while it’s impossible to stay away from her. And she just made the most tempting offer that I can’t ignore.
In response to her sweet offering, I capture her lips in another heated kiss, our tongues dancing in unison as I swiftly lift her off the pedestal and whisk her toward the only bed in the guesthouse.
She moans and whimpers sweetly as I indulge in the fruity taste on her tongue, mixed with her innately sweet essence.
It’s impossible not to become addicted, to become completely consumed by just her lips. But as I lay her down and her nails, like claws, pull me on top of her, I realize that I’m about to lose myself in every inch of Rissa.
We barely break the kiss, our lips hovering closely even as we begin peeling and tearing our clothes off, unable to stay apart.
Every movement is frantic and desperate until I’m lying beside her, flesh on flesh, her body supple against my hard frame.
It’s the perfect combination, and it makes me pause for a moment to take in the sight of Rissa’s wide, innocent eyes as she stares at me.
“I know you haven’t done this before,” I whisper tenderly as the hand that strokes her arm steadily travels to her hip. She bites her bottom lip sheepishly as her eyes flicker to the movement of my hand, and she nods slowly.
“I promise to be as gentle as possible,” I say, taking on the role of leadership that she needs in our dynamic. It’s unlike my role as the sub-Alpha of Snehvolk; it’s the role of protector, and it’s the most liberating and fulfilling duty I’ve ever had.
“I trust you, Brooks,” Rissa whispers back, and those words become the mantra chanting in my head as I proceed.
I could have easily taken her without caring about being gentle, but this is more than just to soothe her heat and end my rut. This is a special occasion, a profound moment that needs to be celebrated with tenderness.
With Rissa’s assurance that she trusts me, I slip my hand between her thighs, slowly drawing circles over her clit and drawing out the sweet moans from her plump lips. She stares at me with heated intensity as I slide down to her moist folds, her moans escalating in pitch music to my ears.
I let my fingers travel further until I meet the dip of her hole, sliding one finger inside and acquainting myself with the tightness of her walls. I suck in a breath as I imagine my cock inside her, and I suddenly become harder, harder than I’ve ever been before.
“You’re driving me insane, Rissa Rudolph,” I click my tongue as I shake my head, grabbing the back of Rissa’s thigh and hitching it over my waist. Reaching behind her, I take hold of my cock, stroking her dripping folds with the bulbous tip that’s already leaking copious amounts of precum.
When a bout of the pain of her heat grips her, Rissa grabs my shoulder with biting fingernails, digging crescent moons into my flesh and almost drawing blood. She glares at me now, determined as ever when she says, “Take me now, Brooks…please…”
As if I needed to be told twice, but hearing the command on her tongue does something to drive me over the edge, consumed by the wanton need of primal satisfaction. I push through her folds, wrestling against her tightness as I sink deep into her core.
It blooms open as if welcoming me inside the warm cavity, the tip of my cock breaking through her hymen with one firm thrust. Her heavy moans ignite the fire within me when they steadily begin to escalate into a rippled cry, and I capture her lips to drink in the pleasured sounds as I push her onto her back and settle between her thighs.
My thrusts are slow at first, languid and calculated until I’m assured that she isn’t feeling pain. When I break the kiss, she’s moaning sweetly again, matching my thrusts by rolling her hips into me.
I smirk as I plant my hands on either side of her head, palms flattened on the pillow as my thrusts get deeper, stroking her G-spot with the crown of my cock, delivering so much pleasure that Rissa can’t keep holding onto my firm gaze.
She throws her head back, lips parting for the loudest scream she’s let out tonight, followed by a chorus of my name being chanted as she grabs my shoulders and turns her eyes on me.
“Oh, my Goddess…” she mewls, her face contorting with pleasure as she bites her bottom lip. “This feels so good, Brooks…it’s—it’s—”
She’s moaning again, and I chuckle as I lean to whisper a kiss on her lips.
“It’s perfect…” I breathe, slowing down my thrusts so I can make the leap more meaningful as I stare deeply into her eyes. One hand hooks beneath her chin to keep her looking at me as I feel her walls tightening, a tell-tale sign that she’s about to climax.
“It’s happening…” she whispers as her walls tighten around my cock.
I nod slowly as I feel myself about to unload, too. But just as I stroke forward, my cock begins to swell at the same time her walls clamp me in.
Letting out a gasp of recognition, my eyes widen as I’m sucked in, the swelling of my cock inside her making it impossible to move.
She holds her breath when she feels it too, unaware of what’s going on.
But it’s as if my soul is being milked out from my cock, my breath stolen by her very being, making it impossible to get the words out, even as they’re hanging on the tip of my tongue.
We just knotted—it’s a natural occurrence because she’d been in heat while I was going through my rut.
But because we’re fated mates, it’s not just a physical experience, but one that surpasses space and time and binds our souls as one entity.
I feel it rolling over me in waves, see it through her eyes, and feel the most complete I’ve ever felt in my life.
Whole.
That’s what Rissa makes me feel.
It’s what’s been missing from my life all this time.
While I spill hot ropes of cum as deep inside her as possible, Rissa’s walls clamp down on my swollen cock and keep me pinned inside her as we climax in unison.
Spent and out of breath by the time her walls release me and flood my cock with all her delicious juices, I can’t keep my weight off her any longer. When I collapse forward, she welcomes me with open arms, wrapping around me as we come down from our high.
I roll over to the side, skittish now that her heat has subsided, bracing myself to be kicked out. But instead, Rissa curls up into my side, laying her head on my chest and sighing with relief.
“Thank you, Brooks,” she whispers, her voice so faint, I might not have caught it if I weren’t hyperaware of every second that ticks by.
“You’re welcome, Rissa,” I respond tentatively, closing my eyes and wincing when the words feel wrong. I open my mouth again to offer to leave, not wanting the night to end, but knowing that I’ll respect her decision regardless.
But just as I’m about to suggest leaving, Rissa places a hand on my chest, her dainty fingers barely covering my tattoo.
“Don’t go just yet,” she says sheepishly, hiding her face between my chest and shoulder. “It feels so warm…” She sighs, and her eyelids flutter closed against my flesh as she falls asleep in my arms.
She has no idea how much joy it brings me to hear her say those words when I feel the same way.
Maybe even more.
***
I glance at my wristwatch for the millionth time, tapping my foot on the ground with growing impatience. It’s not like the impatience is consuming or terrifying.
It’s just that my inner wolf needs her around.
I’d offered to help Rissa train her powers now that she’s learned how to develop them in Aurora’s magic room. The idea came to mind when I saw Dawson and Yvonne training behind their house the other day, and I asked Yvonne about Rissa’s progress.
That’s when she assured me that since Rissa began training in the magic room a month ago, she’s ready to take her powers onto the field.
When I suggested it to Rissa this morning, she still appeared quite reluctant, but agreed when I told her that I believed in her abilities.
I know she’s afraid of setting the forest on fire, but I think she doesn’t give herself enough credit.
I’m hoping that by the end of this evening, she’ll be able to see that she’s not just more powerful than she believed, but that she’s also strong enough mentally to control her powers.
And I’m hoping that mental clarity comes through for her to recognize that we’re fated mates. The walls she’s held up for so long to keep me out, to keep my voice from hurting her as it did in the past, are what’s blocking her from seeing the truth now.
I hear her featherlight footsteps coming closer from behind, turning around just in time to catch the way the moon’s light illuminates her skin. Like an angel, she comes running forward, her imaginary wings spread out in my mind’s eye.
I can’t help but gape at her in awe, my expression confusing her as she approaches with a frown.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” she apologizes earnestly. “I got carried away playing with baby Emile.”
Rissa’s warm smile touches my heart as I imagine her playing with Alpha Elias’s son. As the prophesies have foretold, baby Emile is the key to leading the Snehvolk Pack to victory against the demons, along with four witches.
We know of three so far, and it’s only a matter of time before the fourth one appears. But for now, my only concern is the third witch to emerge from our pack.
Rissa Rudolph.
“You ready to train?” I ask as I lead the way to our positions, mine a few meters away, where I can shift into wolf form and then mimic the demon’s offense attacks.
Rissa isn’t as reluctant as she was this morning, holding her chin up high when she says, “I’ve been training all day. I think I’m ready for this.”
Smiling with pride, I nod and shift into wolf form as Rissa’s eyes become fully green and flow like emerald crystals as she draws her magic into her palms.
I growl in warning before lunging forward, and Rissa shoots bolts of emerald lightning at me. Dodging the incoming attacks, I’m about to reach her when a ringing in my eardrums signals a mind link about to enter.
Stopping suddenly, Rissa doesn’t stop throwing daggers of magic at me, and one nips the tip of my pointed ear. I whimper from the mild sting, and Rissa stops then to giggle playfully.
I shift into human form just as Alpha Elias’s voice enters my mind.
“Blood Moon has spotted a demon dog near Whittier. We need to go now.”
I turn to Rissa, hanging my head apologetically as I sigh. We’d just begun training, and remnants of the adrenaline from seeing her in action still remain. But now I have to wield it for a demon hunt.
“I’m sorry, Rissa, but I have to go.”
Rissa’s brows furrow with worry. “What’s going on?”
“There’s been a demon sighting near Whittier. Alpha Elias has called us to hunt it. We’ll resume practice tomorrow night?”
My question is met with a glint in Rissa’s eyes. She opens her mouth as if to say something, but then she purses her lips in hesitation.
“I’ll be back later,” I say as I turn toward the forest where I’ll shift and meet the others in our designated spot near the north border.
“Be safe out there!” Rissa calls from behind me, igniting a fire of determination in me, my wolf heart skipping a beat when I’ve shifted.
Those words will remain with me throughout this hunt and for the rest of my life, even if it only brings a flicker of hope that Rissa cares about me.
At least I’m making progress with winning her over.