Chapter 99 - You are in my room

HADRIAN

I follow the scent of rich vanilla up the stairs. Her scent gets stronger and my heart pounds when I realize where she has gone. I open the door of my bedroom with a slow and soundless movement.

On the bed lies the vision that is Emma clutching one of my shirts. She’s curled up on the bed wearing a short robe. The fabric is hiked up to show the complete expanse of her legs. Her hair spills out over the bed and waves shine even in the darkness.

An unnatural blush coats her cheeks and black makeup coats her eyelashes. Her lips are parted and her breath is deep.

Emma was clear that she wanted space and I cannot deny her what she wants. But now she’s here in my bed and wearing that. My cock swells and strains against the zipper of my jeans. It has been neglected and only has my hand as company.

I close the door behind me and the room is cast in darkness. My other senses heighten when I close my eyes. I listen to the sound of her soft exhale and I take in the deep layers of vanilla. I search for the scent of roasted pecan and hints of honey. I realized too late that the new subtle additions to her scent were a result of me recognizing my true mate.

I should wake her up. She probably didn’t mean to fall asleep here. It’s my moral side that suggests that I do what’s right. The immoral side is not so nice. That darkness doesn’t bother with morals. It leaches off my desire and makes it grow.

I move towards the bed and can’t help myself. I crawl beside her for a moment. A feeling moves through my body that I can only describe as giddy. I’m fucking excited that she’s here. I feel like a fifteen-year-old pup using his dick for the first time.

Her back is turned to me and I run a hand over her satin-covered arm. “Wake up, little mate.”

Emma groans and rouses from her sleep. “Not yet, it’s too early.” Emma turns around and swings a hand around my torso. She wiggles her body closer to me and I mutter a string of expletives to the ceiling.

“We can have sex later.” She mumbles with a sleepy voice.

*Fucking hell.*

I’m trying to listen to the moral side, but her thigh moves up and over my groin. “Little mate, don’t say such a thing.” I groan and fall back in the bed, taking Emma with me until she lies on my chest. I place my hand on her bare thigh and keep her firmly placed against my erection.

This is worse than being a fifteen-year-old pup. I going to fucking come from just the pressure of her thigh. I can’t help but rub her soft thigh against the strain once.

“Hadrian?” She blinks her eyes and looks around, everywhere but in my eyes. She pats a hand around my chest, my neck and my face. “What are you doing here?”

“You are in my room.” My voice is rough with lust. My dick throbs against my zipper, begging to be released.

She blinks as she tries to see in the dark and tears her hand from my face. Her eyes widen and I can see the realization dawn in them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

I don’t know why she is here, and I normally would care little about the details. She’s here, the rest isn’t important. The house is empty and my dick is ready to make use of the rare moment of privacy. I already imagine a thousand ways of how I could make her mine again. The temptation to mate and mark her is crushing my resolve.

This isn’t just about blowing off steam because my cock didn’t get wet in nearly six months. This is about my nature, my wolf, about the Moon Goddess who granted this connection. This is about getting whole again with my other half.

I pull her hand back to me and place a kiss on her palm. Her sweet scent coming from her breath is combined with the harsh scent of alcohol. “Are you drunk?”

She tries to move away, but I keep her in place. “Not anymore.”

I hum as I enjoy the feel of her body pressed against mine. My body had not felt this kind of inner peace since she left. “Where were you going dressed like that?”

She bites her lip and guilt casts over her features. “It was a dare, we were playing a game.”

I narrow my eyes at her when she doesn’t answer my question. “Where were you going?”

She casts her eyes down and I don’t like where this is going.

“Dex’s room.” Her little whisper booms through the room.

It shatters my chest as her words split my bones. It fucking hurts.

Her lips quiver. “It was just a—“

“Don’t.” I move my hand to the back of her head and press her hand against my heaving chest. I need to feel her close otherwise I will go back to the tavern and snap his head off.

*Mine.*

My hands vibrate with the anger I feel, the possessiveness that consumes me. She’s mine, I’m hers, that is how it is. How can she deny that?

Her nose presses against the exposed part of my chest. She runs her nose up and along my collarbone. I wonder if she enjoys my scent. Her lips graze along my skin and they leave a trail of scorching heat.

Her fingers peel my shirt from my jeans like she is opening a bow of a present. I let her do anything she wants, it's like the darkness makes her bolder. Reality doesn’t count in the dark. There are no problems in the silence between us.

I don't complain when her fingers run over the muscles of my abdomen. I tense at the touch as it shoots straight to my straining dick. I don’t move away when she comes closer. I probably should.

I wonder what goes through her mind as she unbuttons my shirt. I don’t stop her and help her to pull my shirt off. Her hands rake over my exposed torso, they move over the hills of my muscles. When she looks up I notice a faraway look in her eyes.

She looks at me, but doesn’t really see me. The darkness obscures her vision, but I can see her clearly. I can see her rosy cheeks and parted lips, they’re full and inviting. I lean down and press my lips against hers.

The kiss starts off soft and cautious. I taste her complete aroma and deepen the kiss to taste her tongue. The kiss gains momentum and becomes desperate. Emma pulls herself flush against me. I run my hand down her back until I’m met with the soft flesh of her ass.

I squeeze hard and grind her pelvis over mine. The rub of her body through the denim fabric is enticing and excruciating. I need the fabric to disappear until her wet pussy strokes over my bare dick.

I open the tie of her satin robe until it falls apart and she lies before me in just her underwear. I kiss down her neck, her shoulder and her chest.

Her hands unbutton my jeans and I lift my hip to pull them down together with my underwear. I grab my dick by the base to take the pressure off and slow down my excitement. The head is already leaking cum and ready to blow. I can smell the sweet arousal of Emma and I know she will be ready. She’s just a pull of a little piece of fabric away.

*Would she be tighter than last time?*

The door of my bedroom unlocks and I freeze. I quickly throw the cover over Emma before the door opens and the light flashes on.

Lucas appears at the doorway. “Dude, where did you—“ His eyes widen and his hand freezes at the light switch.

I know what he sees.

I’m shirtless with my jeans down my thighs, a figure covered by a blanket and my hand around my dripping erect cock. White hair spills from under the blanket. If he would have come in two minutes later, he would have found me shoving my hard cock in his little sister’s pussy.

I quickly cover my groin with the blanket. “Get out,” I growl.

Lucas moves his gaze to the covered figure next to me. A green tinge casts over his face. A hurl folds his body double. “I’m going to be sick.”

More voices come into the house and fill the space downstairs. “Jack, come down. We have beer.” Dex calls.

*Fuck me.*