Chapter 19 - Rissa
As my heat rises in me with hot, licking flames warning me of impending pain, the most natural thing to do is ask Brooks to kiss me.
No.
I instructed him to kiss me, and for an alpha heeding an omega’s command, he’s sure doing a great job at distracting me from the pain of my sudden heat.
But it’s his lips that soothe the pain, extinguishing the fire of torment to make way for the burning desire that pools in the crotch of my panties the moment he picks me up and drapes my thighs around his waist. I feel the burning, wanton presence of his prominent bulge squeeze against my core, his devilishly talented tongue diving into my mouth as he carries me into the house.
I’m breaking out in a sweat, but my body feels delightful as he crushes me to him, and I’m able to feel friction on every inch of my skin that connects with him.
It must be the adrenaline from our brief encounter with the demons in the woods that drives the desperate, feverish kiss as he kicks the door behind him.
I’m panting when he breaks the kiss, lugging in air and hating that it doesn’t taste like him.
Something clicked tonight when I used my power to distract the demons long enough for us to escape, and the moment Brooks touched my hands in human form, I felt the surge of energy rush through me while my inner wolf whispered that Brooks was fated to be my mate.
I’d never felt anything as exhilarating as that, and since then, it hasn’t stopped pulsing through me with the primal hunger of my unexpected heat. Everything makes sense now—why Brooks tried to push me away all those years ago, and why I’d been so heartbroken from the way he treated me.
We were destined to be together. That’s why every touch is electric, every caress feels so right as he kisses me and pulls the hem of my dress over my thighs. We only make it to the foyer table, where Brooks sweeps off picture frames with one arm to clear space.
When I grab the back of his neck to pull him in for more kisses, Brooks works on ripping my panties at the crotch, not caring to take off the dress except to undo the knot behind my neck.
The top half of the bodice comes tumbling down to reveal my breasts, and he cups them with both hands, squeezing and kneading the mounds as he growls.
Our kisses are hot and heavy, frenzied and more passionate than they’ve ever been as we’re unable to tear our lips apart. I reach between us to undo his belt and yank his trousers down, slipping my hands beneath his shirt and gliding my palms over his glorious abs.
Feeling his tight, hard muscles drives me insane, and I practically beg against his lips for him to get me out of this torment.
“Please, Brooks!” I mewl as he hooks a finger beneath my chin and stares with glazed eyes of desire into my soul.
“Say the words, sweetheart,” he drawls, and I know he’s teasing because he enjoys watching me suffer like this.
I see it in the way he smirks, in the way he’s drawing loose circles with his hips to taunt me, his cock almost brushing against my core.
“Fuck me, Brooks!” I cry out in agony when pain slices through my gut, sending my fingers into his shoulders like claws that dig crescent moons in his flesh.
He complies with a low chuckle, grabbing his cock with one hand while the other winds around the back of my neck to draw me in. His lips meet mine just as his cock pushes through my folds, and with one firm thrust, he enters me.
The delicious stretch of my tight walls to welcome his thick girth is electrifying, but once Brooks begins thrusting back and forth, I’m spiraling with how good he feels inside me.
My body becomes pliant to his every touch as he molds me to his hard frame with one hand on the small of my back while the other commands my head to deepen the kiss for the explorative liberties of his tongue.
It’s sloppy and hurried and desperate as Brooks begins pounding into me, the legs of the pedestal knocking against the tiles with every thrust. I’m moaning and scream-crying his name as my eyes fill with tears.
I’m on the verge of weeping with how good this feels, how full my body is with the power of my magic as I’m full of Brooks’s cock.
Without warning, Brooks lifts me off the table and continues pumping into me as he carries me further into the room. He slows down when he breaks the kiss, only to stare into my eyes with soul-shattering intensity that makes my heart skip a beat.
It’s like we’re seeing each other for the first time now that I’ve recognized he’s my fated mate, staring into each other’s eyes and seeing a light so bright that it makes up for all the transgressions of the past. Something shifts in Brooks, and he cradles my cheek as he kisses me gently this time, carrying me slowly toward the living room.
He lays me down gently on the ruffled rug in front of the fireplace, leaning back to smile at me warmly as he caresses my shoulder with an attentiveness like he’s mesmerized by the feeling of my soft skin.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him in when I can’t stand the loss of his closeness anymore, realizing that kissing him ignites my magic powers and fuels me with courage that makes me feel invincible.
I break the kiss with a girlish giggle and turn my face toward the fireplace. Brooks follows my gaze and watches as I gather just the right amount of magic in my hand to send out a flicker of emerald flame at the wood. A fire erupts in the fireplace, but it’s controlled and perfect.
As perfect as his lips feel on mine when he reclaims them, and as perfect as what he embarks on. His onslaught of kisses continues down the valley between my breasts, and he doesn’t stop there when I part my thighs for him.
It’s impossible not to lose a heartbeat when I catch Brooks’s face between my legs. I sigh as I throw my head back to enjoy the pleasure he gives so skillfully, even if I want to take this as something more meaningful than an act of kindness to cure my heat.
We’re just friends. Friends with amazing benefits for everyone involved. What won’t benefit me is throwing feelings into the mix. It will only complicate things.
***
I stifle the urge to yawn, clamping my teeth on my bottom lip to keep my mouth closed. I’d barely gotten any sleep last night, and Brooks woke me up early this morning to inform me that I needed to attend a meeting with the Snehvolk Council.
He had to report last night’s demon encounter in the woods, and how we narrowly escaped because I used magic to distract them before we ran back to Snehvolk territory.
But the question of how they managed to infiltrate our territory and cut off the electrical supply to the main square remains a mystery.
Each Council member gives their theory, and Alpha Thane points out that they’d probably sensed me using my magic, and that somehow it’s linked to the demons being able to come through despite the binding spells Aurora put around the village.
“Perhaps Rissa’s magic is different,” Alpha Thane speculates. “To Aurora’s, I mean.”
Aurora nods. “We each have a unique set of skills, even if our magic is similar,” she agrees.
“We can all create fires because of how powerful our magic is when it’s charged.
But I can create shields. Yvonne has the gift of telekinesis.
We haven’t gotten far enough with Rissa’s training to discover her special skill yet. ”
While everyone in the pack den considers this information and each has a turn to throw around an idea that might help us in defeating the demon, or at least keep them away until the fourth witch comes by, an idea pops into my mind, as if a little voice inside my head is whispering critical information.
Trap them, the voice echoes in my mind, but something stops me, as if I’m blocked from speaking, and I purse my lips.
Brooks places a hand on my thigh, prompting me to turn to him.
“I know you have something to say,” he whispers. “Why don’t you go ahead and say it?”
I feel a frown threading my brows, but he stares at me expectantly, and I know it’s because of our mate bond that I can’t keep any secrets from him, especially when it’s knocking in my head, pounding to be let out.
A shiver runs down my spine, full of inhibitions because I’m accustomed to keeping quiet and remaining in the shadows.
But Brooks turns to the room and clears his throat.
“Rissa has an idea,” he says, patting my thigh. “I think it’s a good one.”
Catching me off guard, I’m surprised that he has blind faith in me, but I’m put on the spot with everyone watching me keenly, and I compose myself with a deep breath.
“If Aurora’s binding spells aren’t keeping the demon out of Girdwood anymore, perhaps we need to trap them,” I say, glancing at Brooks, who nods at me in encouragement.
It urges me to continue, “Like we tried with the gadget to lure them into the village to attack. But this time, it needs to be a trap that renders them immobile long enough to kill them.”
Alpha Thane nods thoughtfully, turning to Alpha Dawson. “I think we can put something together that can be used as a trap. We’ll need something that holds the witches’ powers in it, but also unleashes them to trap the spirit long enough to bring it to its physical form.”
Alpha Dawson exchanges a glance with his mate, Yvonne, and nods. “We can enhance the gadgets we've used already, figure out a way to make them more durable. But it can be done. Good idea, Rissa,” Dawson nods at me, and I feel a sense of pride unlike anything I’ve felt before wash over me.
I glance at Brooks, who’s wearing a chuffed smile as the discussion continues, and realize that for the first time in my life, I feel like I belong somewhere, as I can actually make a difference—something I’ve always aimed to do.
It’s all because of him.