Chapter Sixteen
When the weekend ended and they returned home, Freya was still confused.
The next morning, while she was afraid of even facing the twins, they were behaving normally, bantering with Tara and annoying the hell out of Tanya.
The main difference was that they were openly flirting with her, small touches that made her blush furiously and made them smirk.
But by the end of the day, when she was alone, the conversation was replaying nonstop in her mind, and she was mulling over it. She needed to put a stop to ... whatever the hell this was. She was damaged and they were candy for the eyes. They needed someone better.
“And wherever your overactive mind is going, run in the opposite direction,” said Ciaran, softly. She turned with a scream. Ciaran was hanging out the window, his chin carelessly resting on his hand.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, placing her hand on her breast over her heart, which was beating wildly. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”
“Let me see if it still beats.” With a mischievous grin, he jumped inside and placed his hand over hers. “Yep. Like crazy.”
“Ciaran! Wake up, what are you doing here?” She asked, exasperated. He froze.
“Say it again.”
“What?”
“My name. Say it again.”
Was she dreaming?
“Ciaran?”
“Again.”
“Ciaran...” half whispered, half sighed. In two steps, he covered the distance that separated them, burying his head in her neck.
“Is this ok?” he asked in a slow voice. She closed her eyes, lost in his scent, in the way he gently touched her. When was the last time she had been touched with such care, such tenderness?
“Y-yes.” She was feeling dizzy, but in a good way.
His body seemed like a furnace, and for the first time, she wasn’t afraid to burn.
His fingers glided smoothly across her skin, igniting a hunger within her that she didn't recognize.
She took a step back but only realized he had recoiled with her when she was backed against the wall.
“Talk to me, baby. How do you feel?”
“I...” words eluded her, and he took a step back so he could study her face. Her eyes were half-closed with desire, her breathing shallow... She was with him, every step of the way.
“Can I make you feel good?”
It took her a while to understand that he was speaking to her, but when she nodded, he smiled in satisfaction.
“If anything—and I do mean anything—makes you feel uncomfortable or brings you pain, or bad memories ... just tell me, okay? I’m not in your head, I don’t know what you’re thinking or remembering.
” His hand slid down her collar until it reached her breast. Even through her clothes, her nipples were clearly pebbled.
He toyed with them for a bit, only to slip his hand inside her shirt.
For the first time, she wasn’t thinking about the past, or violence.
Ciaran’s hands were magical, making her feel like she never had before.
Something was burning up inside her, and for the first time, she wanted more.
She wanted to feel him, wanted him. Ciaran lifted her shirt, taking her bra with it, and put a swollen nipple in his mouth.
A moan escaped her lips. He licked, sucked, and devoured her as if she were a meal.
He switched breasts, subjecting the other to the same sweet torture.
Freya rubbed her legs together, trying to get more friction. She didn't understand what was happening; the moans escaping her throat didn’t even sound like her own, but she wanted more. More of Ciaran, more of everything.
His hand left her breast and moved down to the waistband of her pants.
“Talk to me, baby,” he urged, his voice barely a whisper. “Are you still with me?”
“Yes...” she half whispered, half moaned, her eyes clouded with pleasure. His fingers slid inside her trousers, finding his prize hidden behind the simple fabric of her underwear. The soaked fabric of her underwear. He toyed with her until he found her swollen prize.
“You’re soaking wet,” he whispered, but she was too far gone to even hear him. He toyed with her clit, his movements fast, until she released a gasp and become rigid, falling apart in his arms, completely breathless.
He removed his fingers from under her trousers and waited for her to look at him before licking them clean. When she gasped in surprise he kissed her.
All too soon, the kiss ended and he rested his forehead against hers.
“Thank you,” he whispered and she opened her eyes wide.
“Sh-Shouldn’t I be the one to say that?”
His body trembled with suppressed laughter, but his voice was serious when he said, “No, baby. You’re an angel. And I am honored that I got to do this with you.”
“But... but you...” she licked her lips, unsure on how to approach the matter of the bulge she could see in his pants.
“Tonight, it was never about me, baby. It was all about my angel.”
He gave her a chaste kiss on her forehead, and she blinked. Her body was still humming from him, but he didn’t even want to...
Not once had she thought about her scars.
Ciaran had made her feel beautiful. She felt so good in his arms that...
She slid down the wall, still dazed. She lacked the courage to look at him.
Ciaran solved it for her. He knelt before her and crawled closer.
He gave her a soft, chaste kiss on the lips before muttering, “Tonight was one of the best nights in my life. I want this to continue, baby. But only if you want that as well.”
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His voice was graver, as his wolf felt that he was about to leave without completing the mating and was pacing inside his head. Pure strength of will kept him apart, but Ciaran knew he had to leave before the mutt took advantage.
He picked her up, carried her into the living room, and gently placed her on the sofa.
If he had taken her to the bedroom, his crazy wolf would have taken control and forced the situation; this way, he was caring for her without going against his most basic instincts.
For the animal, caring for his mate was fundamental, just like mating.
“Ciaran?” she called when he was getting ready to leave.
“Yes, angel?”
“Where does this leave us?”
He turned to her, a questioning look in his eyes.
“Me, you ... Declan...”
“Declan will be green with jealousy because I was the first to taste you, but we’re fine.
Just as I’ll be when it’s his turn. Remember, angel, we’re in this together.
” He kneeled again, lightly pecking her lips.
He grimaced as he felt his erection pressing against his trousers.
His cock was about to burst if he didn’t take care of it.
But only when he heard her soft breathing did he realize she was sleeping.
He silently left, controlling the immense will of howling to the moon.