Booki Chapter33
“We need to stop until you can say ‘don’t stop.“” His finger traces my lips, my eyelids, my nose.
“Let’s talk, okay?” Standing, he gets up from his spot, looks in my cupboards, and pulls out a glass. He pours himself some red. He picks up my wineglass from the floor and hands it to me as Isit upright once again.
The fire is casting soft light in the darkened room. His face glows from the flames.
He takes a drink from his glass, licking his lips after.
“I never expected this…you. I never expected to feel so much for a female again.” He looks into the fire. Are memories playing on his mind? “I feel guilty for this.” He closes his eyes, a heart pain trying to bubble up.
“lunderstand.” My shoulders hunch slightly forward.
“Rya, I want to be herewith you. I thin
she
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flames consuming the logs breaking and eating away at them until only ash will be left.
Mill Hill be ppi Would want this.” His jaw clenches slightly, and he closes his eyes. A quiet descends as we both stare at the
defective. How could a mate be rejected? It must be
“I couldn’t believe when I saw you that first day. I thought you were going to be a female who wasn’t very pleasing to the eyes, that somehow was
because they are not worthy. The way the pack talked about you, I was worried you really shouldn’t be ch with what everyone must think of me.
a midwife.” His words make
my stomach
Ugly, unworthy, defective.
“I even went to the Luna of this pack and stated my concerns. She just asked me to give you a chance, if I felt that you were unsafe in any way, she would pull you from your duties, but that you just needed a chance to prove yourself.” He’s still looking into the hypnotizing flames. He finishes his glass before I take a second sip. He places his glass clos
to the fireplace.
“When I came into the clinic that day, I knew instantly that everything I heard about you
was lies.
How can someone blessed with the moon’s eyes be anything but beautiful inside and out? So I watched you with those females, and I began to understand how truly special and overlooked you are.” Sipping the red wine, I look at its color. It could pass for shades when falling in love or shades of rage..
“I’m still having a hard time trying to understand what happened to you. How could they all not see you?” This is some I have ever heard.
of the most hurtful, nicest truths
“Clayton came to my house the night after Itold you to lock your door. He was waiting for me. The look in his eyes was that of a
wale wanting to kill his competition. It was himn and me, no witnesses. I was ready for him. I knew he’d come. I could smell his scent all over your house when I left.” Dallas gets up, turning me so I’m facing the fire. He’s behind me. His hands start to massage my shoulders over my shirt. It’s relaxing the tension that I feel.
“He doesn’t want you, Rya, but he doesn’t want any other male to have you, either.” This enrages me. He’s ruined my past, and now he’s tampering with my future.
“When he said that, I don’t know what happened…I just attacked him. I wanted him to hurt the way you’re hurting. So I went for his throat. He was shocked.” Dallas rubs my lower back as he speaks, and it’s calming me.
“You could get in a lot of trouble for that.” My warning is from first–hand experience.
“What’s he going to do, go tell his daddy that I hit him? He would look weak to his pack, that he couldn’t settle his battles himself. The key is to have no witnesses. He came to my house alone at night looking to start a fight. It’s not settled between us, but it will be soon.” I can feel the smile on his face while he places a kiss on my shoulder.
“I’m not afraid of him, Rya. I want you to know this. I am not afraid of that male.” He says it with conviction. He continues to rub my back, working all the muscles in his skilled hands. I’ve never experienced a back rub before by a male. It’s a first for me.
Dallas lays me down so I’m facing the fire. He just keeps rubbing, massaging, and talking to me until I feel my eyes close with his sweet voice in my ear.
With the sun stirring the world awake, I gradually wake up. I’m shocked to belaying against Dallas’s chest.
His arm is around my lower back.
I lay still for just a few minutes. His knee rests perfectly between my legs. When I rock with the slightest movement, a warm tingle starts to spread within me.
This feels good.
I rock again with the merest of movements, creating more pressure against my center. Stifling a moan, I press my chest against him. My breasts ache with the thought of his hands on them, his tongue, his teeth pulling at them.
Looking to see if he’s awake, his eyes are still closed. I want to get up and move away, but I continue to rock against him subtly.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, and I can’t believe I can’t stop myself.
This feels much better than a pillow.
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