I tried to grab something once he settled deep inside me, but all I had was the half-fogged window where my fingerprints made marks.
I was completely at his mercy, I could go nowhere, do nothing, and I loved it.
I felt my insides start to tighten and curl. The primal instinct deep within me started to coil.
Caspien groaned as he pushed into me one more time, pushing further with his hips until I cried out before almost pulling out completely.
“Look at your city Willa. This is your pack, our pack.” He said before bottoming out in me again.
I maoned as he pushed into me. His hands came next to mine, his legs propped mine open, widening them further for him.
I tried to look at the twinkling light below and above us, but with every t.hrust but my breath fogged up the glass, inhibiting my view.
“You are mine,” He growled. The windows shook under my nipples, rippling pleasure through me.
I was winding up to the point of no comprehension.
He took a step back, removing one hand to dig into my hip and pull it back for him, adjusting my opening for him.
I tried to claw at the window as he entered me deeper than before. His other hand grabbed mine and pushed it against the window in a way that might have been painful, but I was so consumed by pleasure I wanted more. “Willa,” He grunted.
“Please,” I answered.
He t.hurst back into me, holding onto my hand and my hips, keeping me in place, or else I would have buckled under him. Everything inside of me twisted and curled tight, too tight, and with one final long thrust I exploded. I clenched around my mate, pouring myself into him, sharing the euphoria he brought me to, and he found his pleasure in me almost instantly after.
“Willa.” He cried.
I opened my mouth, but only a string of jumbles and half-formed words came out as my pleasure pulsed through me from when Caspien met me with his final t.husts.
He stilled inside of me, his hands slackening, and his forehead hung on my back.
We both took time to catch out breath.
“So much for the world seeing,” I looked back at him, and he glanced up at the fogged glass.
Caspien smiled at me, “We’re going to have to fix that,” He was still breathing hard, his midnight hair plastered to his face. He looked young and unencumbered. It was rare to see him look anywhere near his age.
I smiled widely at him, and when he inhaled as he pulled out.
I turned and grabbed his cheeks in my hands and gave him a hard kiss.
“I love you,” I reminded him, “All of you, everything you are, everything you’re not, who you were, and everything you are going to become.”
He swallowed, and his eyes glistened. A long moment later, he took my chin in his grasp.
“You are everything,” He breathed, and I settled into the love and security that was my mate.
I nodded, savoring his words and closing my eyes. As soon as I did, the tiredness that Caspien’s and my desire held at bay overcame me.
“Let’s go to bed,” He pulled me into the bed and his arms as the last light of stars twinkled through the foggy windows behind us, “Princess,” He murmured into my hair.
I nodded, settling into his broad chest. His arms wrapped around me, and his scent dragged me into a comfortable sleep.
(Nolan)
Sitting at my desk I grasped a large glass of whiskey in my hands. Everything was muddled. I wanted to slip into the comfort of the abyss.
I didn’t want to think, didn’t want to have to think anymore.
I’m pretty sure that Jack and Isaac came by, Jack probably spewing some moral b.ullshit, I could still see his disappointed and condescending face. I was his Alpha for f.ucks sake, how dare he?
My dad came in and took one look at me and left this afternoon, or maybe this morning. Possibly yesterday.
I was hoping everything would right itself, by some miracle everything just fall back into place while I was gone deep within myself. I needed someone else to figure it out, to step up. I couldn’t do it right now. I had so much on my plate to deal with it, I had my own internal problems.
I took a long sip of the burning liquid that tasted like nothing now.
I squeezed the glass, and it shattered in my hand, but I didn’t feel that pain. It was nothing compared to the pain that rippled through me in burning waves.
Was this the mate bond snapping?
I only felt something similar to this before when Willa accepted my rejection. I held it together only until she walked out of my office, pain, and sadness etched on her beautiful face. Thankfully, I had Camilla to help me through the pain, but now, I had no one. Was Camilla dead? Did they k.ill her already?
I clutched at my heart, trying to claw away the pain. It was bigger than me, something undid me, changed completely. Something was ripped away from me for good.
I screamed wordlessly, pain rippling through me, suffocating me.
I knew that it wasn’t Camilla, something like what we had wasn’t this powerful.
No, something fated destined was shifting, it’s lingering remanents leaving me forever.
I was cold, dark, helpless.
All was lost.
(Willa)
The late morning sun stretched through the cracks in the curtains bathing me in buttery warmth. I moved back a bit from Caspien’s tight embrace and looked up at him still sleeping.
I dragged my finger lightly over his familiar beautiful face. His dark brows, straight nose, perfect lips. He looked so peaceful, so unaffected by his everyday troubles when he was sleeping. His eyes fluttered open pinning me with his icy stare.
His hand nestled on my cheek and he rubbed his thumb across it, “My Luna,” He said in awe before dipping low and placing a hard kiss on my lips.
“How are you this morning, love?” He asked, his voice still grumbly with sleep.
“Sore,” I admitted, even the small movements I did made my body ache.
A wide smile plastered on his face as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “Good.”
I settled into his warm touch and let my eyes close, breathing in his scent and basking in the feel of him.
I was safe and secure in our apartment, where our parents had places a few floors below, and my son was loved and well taken care of.
Our son.
I didn’t think about what was next, I didn’t obsess over what was to come for once. I just let this perfect moment be.
Are you up? We have to study
What? Hissed back at Cali annoyed at her ruining this moment with reality
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.