Chapter 121 - You feel so good like this

EMMA

I tear the layers of fabric from my body the moment I step into the house. Every layer is one too many. The heat traps between my skin and the fabric. My shirt is soaked in sweat and I dump it in the pile of laundry together with my leggings.

I breathe a little better when the flow of air can cool down my skin, even if the burning heat from within won’t relent. I twist the faucet and turn the cold water all the way open.

“Emma?” Graciella walks into the open doorway of the bathroom. I didn’t realize that I left the door open. Graciella takes a deep inhale and her eyes widen. “You’re—“

“I’m fine,” I say and soak a washcloth in cold water. I place it on the back of my neck. “I just need to cool down a bit.” I close my eyes and wait for the cold to soak into my skin and seize this burn.

“That’s not going to help you.” There is an edge of certainty to her voice and I look at her in the mirror.

“What are you talking about?”

“You cannot ignore the Moon Goddess any longer.” Graciella looks from the pile of laundry back to me. “Your wolf needs you to act.”

My… “What?”

Graciella grabs her bathrobe from one of the hooks and hands it to me. “Prince Hadrian can help you with this, he knows what to do.”

I ignore her offering, the idea of putting any piece of fabric on my body sounds like literal hell. It sends new flares of heat through my body.

“Hadrian doesn’t want to talk to me.” The reminder of rejection burns almost as hot as the idea of putting on clothes.

The water in the washcloth has warmed up. I opt to splash cold water on my face directly from the stream.

“He does, just try again.” Graciella doesn’t give up and offers her bathrobe again.

I have no mental energy to argue with her. The idea is stupid, but I take the robe from her anyway. I turn off the water and put my arm through the sleeves of the robe.

I walk barefoot to the house next door. The ground is cold beneath my feet and it marginally cools down the heat. But only marginally.

I can see Lucas through the window as he turns on the light in the living room. The rest of the group is still training and won’t be back for a few hours.

I knock on the door and my brother opens it with surprise. “I thought you said you were going to take a shower.”

“I need to talk to Hadrian.” I charge past him and go up the stairs.

I waste no time waiting and I knock loudly on the wooden door. “Hadrian…” His name comes out whiny and desperate instead of steadfast and confident.

I didn’t want to show the hurt and desperation. I’ve been suppressing the need to see him. I was so determined to keep my composure and only find out what was going on. Why does Graciella think that this has something to do with my wolf? Why won’t she tell me what she meant?

“Go away,” Hadrian says in a raspy grumble before he starts to cough.

His voice seeps into my skin and settles deep in my bones. It makes my knees weak even if the words he speaks should make me walk away. His hard rejection should be enough to make me want to walk away.

“Please, I need your help,” I whisper against the wood and I lean against the door.

The door opens and the force of the pull takes me with it. I fall forward and land in Hadrian’s arms. They're big, strong and so good around me. They belong there, they are meant to hold me.

The pressure of his hand on my back seeps through the fabric and into my core. I’m enveloped in the scent of cedar, sandalwood and bergamot and it makes me moan. A tremble starts in my fingertips as lust consumes me.

Hadrian inhales and growls. “You’re in heat.”

I rapidly blink my eyes as his presence fogs my brain. *Why am I here again?*

Hadrian is shirtless and his bare chest is hard under my palms. His body temperature matches the heat I feel. It should make me want to pull away, but instead, I’m desperate to get closer.

“I’ve been having these heat waves. Graciella said—”

Hadrian releases me and moves away. “You need to leave.”

My knees buckle and I stumble backward until I hit the wall. “I— Why?”

Hadrian wraps his hands around the doorframe and the wood cracks under his palms. “Leave, Emma.” Every visible muscle in his body is tense. It shows the cords and veins beneath his skin.

I swallow the heavy lust that is taking over. Every inhale and exhale is shallow as I breathe with parted lips. “I’m not leaving until you tell me why.”

Hadrian’s eyes are getting darker with every passing second and are now bordering black. “You’re in heat, at least your werewolf part is. Your heat is begging me to fuck you.”

I squeeze my thighs and hot arousal has collected in overflowing amounts between my legs. How did I even get this aroused so quickly? He’s only been telling me to go away. Since when am I into masochism? *Maybe I always was.*

“I’m giving you three seconds to get out.”

I watch how he grits his teeth and locks his jaw when I don’t immediately move. “One…”

Drops of sweat build at the base of his neck and wander down the expanse of his chest. His heady masculinity has me under a spell. His arms are vibrating with the strain he puts himself under. It makes the veins over his biceps and underarms more prominent.

“Two…”

His muscles, the veins and the heat of his skin. It all gives off waves of fury. There's nothing gentle about Hadrian now. Not a hair about him is playful or kind. This Hadrian is brutal and dark.

My eyes are drawn to the lines of his abdomen and how they point to his long, hard masculinity at the apex.

“I need you.” *Yes, I’m definitely into masochism.*

Hadrian growls and the sound is deep and animalistic. “Times up.”

His eyes turn completely black as he charges at me. “You’re mine now.”

Hadrian takes my weight from the wall and pulls at the loosely tied robe. The robe falls down my shoulder and I let it drop to the floor.

Hadrian grabs me by the back of my thighs and picks me up. I expect him to take me back to his room but he presses my bare back against the wall. I can almost hear my skin sizzle at the difference in temperature. He pulls hard at my panties until the fabric snaps.

“What are you—”

“Hold on.” Hadrian releases himself from the confinements of his pants and takes no time to align himself. He pushes his full hard length inside me.

“Ahhh!” My cry is loud and my nails dig deep in his skin. My arms and thighs tense around him at the rapid intrusion. My body has a hard time stretching and accommodating him.

Hadrian places his hands on the wall on either side of my head and he starts to fuck me. Really fuck me. There is no other word for it. It’s hard and uncompromising. My core is soaked from my overwhelming and inexplicable arousal. It gives Hadrian every opportunity to slam into my heat with rough, pounding slams. He wills my body to bend to his demand. His chest forcefully rubs over my sensitive nipples and I'm overcome with all the sensation.

“Hadrian….” I want to tell him to slow down, but words are stuck in my throat and a slew of rapid whimpers come out with every stroke.

I told him that I needed him and he delivered with fury. I can sense his anger and this would be a punishment if it wasn’t exactly what I needed. Maybe that’s why we fit so well when I first believed that we couldn’t be more unfit for each other.

“You feel so good like this.” Hadrian's growl is deep and threatening.

“Like what?”

“Destroyed.” Hadrian finds a new level of his brutal onslaught.

He moves his hand to my knees and presses them to the wall. His adjustment spreads me wide open for him. He pushes deeper than ever. Every forceful slam of his hips grinds his shaft over that spot. It makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. *Oh Goddess.*

“Come. Now.”

How can I deny an order like that? Hadrian won’t even let me think about it. His domination is overpowering with every powerful stroke inside me. He makes me feel every inch of him and won’t make me forget what he’s doing to me.

The heat reaches its pinnacle as it explodes inside my body.

“Sorry little mate,” Hadrian says.

‘For what?’ I want to ask, but words fail me as I fall.

Hadrian roars as he reaches his own climax and his teeth sink deep into my shoulder. They tear through skin and muscle. They mark with force.

Deeper, longer and harder than last time. The mark is there to stay.

The pain is excruciating and at the same time, it sends me deeper down the abyss. Every sensation of my climax is so intense and it needs a way out. The only thing I can do is scream as my body bucks in uncontrollable motion. My nails draw blood as they pierce through the skin of his back.