Chapter Seventeen

[A/N] Warning! Sex.



When I woke up sweat clung to my body and the covers felt like oil against my skin. There was an unbearable, suffocating heat permeating the air, it was dense and it made me take breaths in short gasps.

It took me a while to fully recognize that the heat I was struggling to endure did not come from the room but rather myself. Each breath I took allowed a small portion of icy air to slip into my feverish body.

It was the heat. My brain was not awake enough to be able to explain this, it left my wolfish senses alert and wide eyed at the experience. Something in me was stirring, my blood rushed around my body, my skin tingled and every wrinkle of the covers on my skin felt like a chasm.

My body was sensitive, my cock was hard, and my limbs felt weak and pliable.

My mind was incredibly dazed. I had forgotten about the heat, I had forgotten it would be a full moon tonight. You can't sleep through a full moon.

If what Castus had given me was sleeping pills then it had only dazed me, left me foggy minded, it had not allowed me to sleep through the night.

My mind rolled and turned, a headache pulsated on one side of my head. I tucked my hand under the covers and felt my way underneath the fabric of my pants.

I knew that masturbating would not give me any release, I knew that in the logical part of my brain that was tucked away behind layers of fog and mist.

I moaned tearfully as I tugged at the erection in my pants. While it eased the itching it wouldn't stop it entirely. I needed proper stimulation, I needed my mate.

Where was my mate?

Mate. Mate. Mate. Where is he?

I tried not to panic as I lifted myself from the sweat dampened sheets.

He was close by.

My mate was close.

He was near.

My sensitive aching skin was mush harsher, much stronger anything I had experienced before. So this was what it was like going through heat in so close a vicinity as my mate.

I pried the door open with trembling fingers, my legs were jelly and I stumbled as I made way into the corridor.

Then I stopped, I froze. On the floor there was a blue shirt, completely out of place in the spotless hallway.

It exuded this delicious thrilling scent, a thick scent, musky erotic and mysterious. There was an undertone of cinnamon that tickled my nose, it reminded me of a fire on a snowy day.

When I looked around, the same scent in mind, I found the trail. Third room to the right. I walked slowly. My legs could give out any minute. I just needed my mate, to ease the aching in the pool of my stomach, to bandage the tremendous gap in my heart.

There it ached the most, as though when I tugged on the handle on the door, I expected no one to answer. There was a constant anxiety pressing on my heart, a heavy weight, and from the sides it cracked and my heart bled.

I needed a medic.

I need my mate. Where was my mate?

I sniffed the air again as I opened the door and closed my eyes in euphoria when the masculine musk indicated to me that my mate was finally within my vicinity. He would help me. My mate would save me.

I squinted through the darkness, my hands on the walls as I guided myself forward. Before I could make it very far I found myself centimeters away from my mate. He rushed towards me with all the speed and adrenaline.

His eyes were black as all hell and I stared deep into them, I feared nothing, he could do nothing to me because he was my mate and he loved me. The darkness in his eyes, the fogginess of them, I loved it. The way his eyes trailed up and down every one of my limbs, lust was not absent in his narrowed dark red eyes.

One muscular arm reached past me to slam the door shut and even though the sound made a part of me jump my body found no reason to react to anything other than his touch.

I heard a silent click in the back of my mind, something metal colliding with something wooden perhaps. I ignored it. I was too busy admiring my mate.

What a mate. So powerful. So big and strong. He was naked, unclothed, apart from his briefs. A part of my noted the sight, photographed it and stored it in the back of my mind. This big strong man with his broad muscular shoulders hunched over me in what could only be described as a protective stance.

I saw the trail of hair between the muscle of his chiseled chest. I followed the line of hair down to the bulge in his briefs and that was where my eyes stayed.

Why would I be embarrassed? He was my mate, he knew I loved him, mates always do. I studied the size, the girth, I tried to get an idea of it even though it was sheltered under the thin fabric. The longer I looked the more it grew, he liked me looking at it, I knew that. I was surprised when it continued the harden, how much bigger could it get?

I licked my lips unconsciously, I only noticed my mates reaction when his lips came smashing down on them. My eyes darted up to look him in the eyes as he claimed my mouth in a rough dominating kiss.

I lifted my hands to stroke the back of his neck but his hands grabbed my wrists and before I could even blink they were plastered to my side

He wrapped an arm around my side and one hand went to the back of my neck. He took control, he plastered his lips against me again and again, only allowing me short moments to snatch a breath of air.

He maneuvered my head by the neck so he could bend me to his liking as he dominated my mouth.

I savored the taste of his tongue, and the friction as he curled around mine and stole my every breath. I moaned in his mouth and I felt him pull me closer by the arm around my waist, a wolfish growl tore out as he felt my erection pressing against his thigh. That dominant growl caused a rush of heat straight to my groin and I swelled full heartedly against him.

His eyes were squinting at me as he struggled for control. He wanted to take it slow, I could see that, he wanted to take his time to savor every part of me. I wasn't going to allow that, I just needed release, I required it, wanted it whatever way I could get it, in whatever form.

If there is a beast in my mate I say reign free and ravage me, I want him to possess me. I constantly wanted more.

I found his own hard cock and guided myself up against his, I then crushed myself into him, I felt the wetness through his briefs as pre-cum gathered forth at the front.

I moaned, a rush of exhilarating need overwhelmed me. I tried to grind up against him a second time but the man had an iron grip on my waist.

I whined at the torture, his bulge just teased mine, just about brushing up against me. The little pressure was driving me crazy, I needed more force, I wanted to crush myself against him.

When I looked up with pleading eyes I noticed that Castus had fully absorbed all his attention on my neck. I gulped. If I were in my right mind, not dazed as badly as I was, I would have ran, or distracted him. But my body was under control by my senses and I was simply going with whatever came to me as first instinct.

Without thinking I bared my neck to him.

I revealed to him a submissive pose that I could never take back, that I knew Castus would never allow me to take back.

Even as I peered up at him, my vision parred by the darkness as I looked up through my eyelashes, I could see the raging fire that I had lit in his eyes.

There was a deep wolfish snarl that got my heart racing a mile a minute and I shut my eyes tight in almost dreaded anticipation.



[A/N] Okay, so it's going to get more graphic, much more graphic. If you dislike sexual scenes I'd skip the next chapter (that has yet to be uploaded) as it may cause your innocent little mind to explode into tens of thousands of pieces, like confetti. Pretty.