Chapter 136

Lewis POV.

Goddess, I felt like an absolute idiot as I stared at the walls that surrounded my room. I lay on my back in bed, on the side that was previously occupied by my mate.

I should never have requested a room be prepared for her, she should have been here, with me, especially after the day she'd had. Instead she's alone, simply because I turn into a caveman every time I'm around her.

I couldn't help but turn around onto my side in the bed and grab her pillow out from under me, my body instinctively curled around it like a child would a soft toy, and my nose buried itself into it, taking in her scent to calm my thoughts.

My sight drifted over to the book I had read to her, and a smile crossed my features knowing how engrossed she got in a mere two chapters. The way her head rested so effortlessly on my chest, and her frail body curled right up into me, had me feeling a type of blissful euphoria I didn't think a man could feel, especially when that man was me.

My thoughts however quickly shifted when a warm breeze shot through the room, enveloping my body and filling me with an immense sense of dread. The same exact thing that happened right before I walked in on Dylan harming her wrists in the palace months ago.

I just knew I had to get to her.

As I ran down the stairs and towards her door the feeling of dread amplified massively. I was a bigger fool than I thought, I should have been with her from the moment she got back from Daltons pack.

I knocked quickly, but once I had heard her laboured breathing I took it upon myself to simply walk in.

She sat in bed, staring at her shaking hands while on the verge of completely hyperventilating. Her eyes had began to brim with water which made me feel even worse for leaving her alone.

"Just breathe ok?" I remained in the doorway, feeling awful at the state she was in, knowing full well my selfishness was what caused it in the first place. I knew she was more at ease with me, and as much as I loved that fact, right now I hated myself for putting my needs first.

"Hold me!" Her demand was clear, and my heart broke even more when a single tear trickled out of her beautiful eyes. I didn't waste a beat in running over to her and clamouring onto her bed, pulling her into my chest in record time.

Her thin arms immediately wrapped around me and her head pressed firmly against my chest, while she regulated her breathing using my own as her example.

"Why didn't you send for me?" I asked after her panic had eased and her breath had evened out properly. My question however resulted in her breaking contact between us. Her head rose from my chest and her eyes showed nothing but anger.

"Why did you kick me out?" I instantly went quiet, surely that's not what she actually thought I'd done. However looking at her face, I knew that's exactly what she thought. I had kicked her out, after everything I had said about being there for her. "Have I done something? Was it because of this morning? Because I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

Surely she must know this was entirely my fault, it had nothing to do with her actions, just my feelings.

"No, no. You haven't done anything. It's me, it's just too difficult for me to be in the same room as you." That hurt her, I knew because it flashed over her already glassy eyes.

"What do you mean? I thought you liked me? You said..." I was doing it again, I wasn't making myself clear which lead her to believe my feelings weren't genuine. I had been an absolute bastard to her.

"I love you..." I stated strongly so that she knew there was no doubt in my words. "And I am trying my hardest to show you that, but when I'm with you, I have urges that I'm finding really hard to control... Urges that you're not ready for." At first, nothing but confusion clouded her, it was only after a minute that her eyes widened and she realized exactly what urges I meant.

"How do you know?" How did I know? Of course I knew, after everything Josh did I would never in my wildest dreams try to coerce her into doing anything physical with me.

"What?!" I asked her before looking her in the eyes. "Look, Dylan, what I want to do, it isn't something that..." she cut me off before I could even justify myself.

"How do you know I'm not ready for things to go further when you barely even touch me?!" Was she asking me to do something? No surely she couldn't be. This was Dylan, maybe she just didn't understand fully what I was suggesting.

"Dylan?" I tried to justify it again but she like the last time blocked my words with her own. Her eyes lighting up slightly with determination that had me biting my inner lip in anticipation.

"For fucks sake Lewis... touch me!" I just sat in a state of shock before a single whispered word left her mouth, and it was that word alone that had me capturing her lips in mine. "Please..."

My arm snaked around her back and I effortlessly pulled her onto my knees so that she was now straddling me. A small gasp escaped her at the shock of my movements and my tongue took the opportunity to enter her equally eager mouth.

A small breathy moan left her and filled the room, it seemed to linger in the air almost as if echoing through my ears, which instantly sent waves of pleasure to my dick, forcing it to stand at attention. Her arms absentmindedly wrapped themselves around my neck and our kiss deepened.

The way she was sitting meant that my now erect member was pressed firmly into her clothed center and I relished in the feeling. Forgetting all about taking things slowly.

After about five minutes of allowing our tongues to explore each other’s, my mouth moved lower and latched itself into her neck, kissing and nipping at it gently, my lips then moved to her prominent collar bone and an intense shudder rattled through her followed by an erotic gasp. I smiled against the bone knowing full well I had found the spot that worked for her.

Her head flew back to give me more access to her unique erogenous zone, and I made full use of it. My hand gently went up her top at the back ever so slightly, but my movements paused when her body stiffened. The deep prominent scars that were made by her intense lashing lay directly under my finger tips and with it her comfort flew out of the window.

Still, the look on her face told me everything I needed to know, I hadn’t overstepped, I had simply hit a hurdle, one that if I jumped over it would take her directly out of her comfort zone.

“Dylan… your scars are beautiful…” I couldn’t catch my breath for the life of me, but I was so happy in that moment that I didn’t care how airy my words were. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say, but at that specific moment in time, I had no blood in my brain. “They never should have happened, but they are beautiful… you are beautiful…” she didn’t believe me, I could see apprehension rooted deep in her eyes, but also that look of pure unbridled lust made her look alive.

Goddess, It would take everything I had in me to stop now.

“It’s not a pretty sight, Lewis.” She too was out of breath, but she had never looked more stunning. Her cheeks were flared and her now slightly swollen lips were parted. I could work around this, she wanted to be tested, and I knew I could go slowly while still testing her boundaries.

“Do you trust me?” I asked as my hands went to the hem of her tshirt. She swallowed thickly looking me in my eyes for any sign of hesitation. Eventually she nodded her head, and apprehensively raised her arms up.

Without thought I captured her lips again, and began to slowly raise her top, of course we had to break contact as I pulled the fabric over her head, however my lips found hers as soon as the tshirt was gone. She was half naked, and she seemed ok with that.

While our lips were still connected I gently moved us both so that she lay on her scarred back and I half lay on top of her, meaning I didn’t have to look at the scars that gave her such little confidence.

My hand began to stroke her arm gently, running my finger tips over her soft skin and across her collarbone before moving directly between the two perfect mounds of flesh that sat on her chest.

I pulled away from her to watch her face for any sign of discomfort before gently taking hold of the breast closest to me and giving it a very light squeeze. Her eyebrows knitted together instantly out of gratification, and I took the incentive to run my thumb over her perky erect nipple. Her body responded straight away as her back slightly arched naturally at the pleasure it brought her. She was boob girl.

I finally let my lips find her collarbone once more while my hand continued to tease her sensitive flesh, shudders and very quiet hums of satisfaction kept meeting my ears every now and then, which felt like music to me. She was enjoying herself, I never thought I’d be doing this with her, not that I was letting my thoughts get carried away with me, no I was taking this moment by moment.

I was fully in the present, enjoying everything I was doing and wanting so much more, but prepared to end the entire thing on a single
Moments notice.

My lips reacted as if they had a mind of their own and quickly latched onto the beautifully pink nipples of the girl writhing underneath me. I have no idea where she learnt to be so erotic, but the gasp that came out of her along with the firm grasp of her fingers in my hair caused a small moan to leave me.

I wanted to taste her…

The sheer amount of lust on her pleasure filled face, and the sexy scent she was producing had my own senses going absolutely crazy as I began to move my mouth lower to her navel and then to the band of her pants. I hesitated slightly but began to move them down when we were disturbed by a rapid, firm knock on the door.

She gasped and went to sit up but my weight caught her and kept her still. Her eyes travelled to the door then back at me, her look screaming for me to cover her up so no one would see her.

“Maybe they’ll go away.” I stayed as I bent down to kiss her once more… except after another minute the knock sounded again causing me to vocalise an exasperated groan. We were just starting to get somewhere. “Someone had better be dying!”

My comical sentence finally broke the tension between us. I left her to get her top back on and walked over to the door, opening it and coming face to face with Vee. She looked shocked at my presence but peeked inside nevertheless.

“That guy who got bitten… he’s stating to shift!” Oh shit. I turned to Dylan slowly, nothing but shock clouding me.

Well… somebody was definitely dying.