Chapter 24: Awoken

*Thelma*
Here I am again, sitting on the edge of Kyle’s bed, naked under my robe. I didn’t even bother noting the silk belt, as I know the routine. To him, clothes are just an unnecessary hindrance to his mission.
I take a strand of hair and twirl it between my fingers. I can’t believe how long my hair has grown since I arrived here. I swear my hair follicles are receiving injections of steroids. I sometimes almost sit on my ends, but cutting or trimming my hair will be useless since it grows longer even as I sleep.
I cross and uncross my legs impatiently. I am excited to see him, and maybe I shouldn’t feel that way, but I do miss his touch…Still, I am nervous as hell. This beast of a man probably killed my father, yet here I am, sitting pretty, waiting for him to give me the release I so ache for. Was I betraying my father’s memory by sleeping with his murderer?
No. I am doing what is necessary until I find out the truth and am strong enough to take my revenge. At least, those are the words I use to assure myself.
The room is silent except for the ticking of the bedside clock. He is late…go figure.
I lay back and close my eyes.
I moan with delight as someone lays delicate kisses along the back of my neck and my shoulders. How long had I been asleep…I closed my eyes for a few seconds, right?
"Shhh, relax."
I tilt my head just a little bit in response to Kyle's hushed tone, only to receive a kiss in exchange.
While he intensifies the kiss, my lips part and my tongue intertwines with his, while his hands caress my exposed skin. I want to turn to him, as I quiver from the thrill, but he stops me.
"Not yet," he cautions.
I roll onto my front as he softly prods me; despite my conflicted feelings, I’m very eager to see what my monster has in store.
Although he reeks of Yasmeen’s perfume, and it hurts like hell smelling her odor on him, I try to ignore it and focus on the beast himself, and this intimate moment. It’s none of my business who he sees, or does, for that matter. I have to remind myself of my place here.
Tender kisses shower my collar and down along my spine, the simplest of traces making me ache for more.
The smooches turn into small strokes and licks at the base of my back that transform into more demanding touches as he makes his way up again. He takes his time tracing the birthmark across my shoulder, taking pleasure in my quivers and whines as he licks at the sensitive skin.
“Do you want more?” His words ghost across my ear before he lays a kiss on my earlobe.
I must be dreaming. This can’t be the same man I slept with last time. This passion…this sudden tenderness. The voice is his, but I have to check his face to be sure. I’m perplexed by how gentle he is.
“I want to see you,” I whisper.
He eases himself off my back and I manage to roll and face him. Tickle me shocked! It really is him. Why is he being so gentle?
Maybe Yasmeen had quenched his ferocious lust and I am getting the watered-down version?
I clench my eyes closed as I force the vision of the two of them together to disappear. Thinking of them locked in intimacy is just like pouring iced water on the burning desire building between my thighs.
“Satisfied?”
What? Are we done? He hadn’t even done anything. Gods, not again.
“Do you want me to go?” I ask.
His brows come together as a line appears on his forehead.
“Go where? We are just starting. I mean, are you satisfied now that you have seen my face?”
Oh. I sigh with relief. Damn! Why am I so desperate for this man…a suspect in my dad’s murder…a player who will go and sleep with Yasmeen right after this. What the heck is this madness?
My breasts firm and swell with unhindered desire as he stares down at my naked form. I can see the hunger in his eyes. If Yasmeen gave him some, she definitely didn’t give him enough. Or is the monster never truly satisfied?
My groin aches to feel him inside me. The sight of his manhood dripping clear male nectar and throbbing insanely makes me bite my lips.
Kyle moves his frame and hovers over me. With his knee, he forces my thighs apart, while his hands work their way toward the intimate pool that has formed between them.
‘Yeah…ring that doorbell!’ I think quietly.
Like clockwork, he finds my devil's doorbell and his muscular fingers work their magic. Tonight, his strokes are gentle, deliberate and teasing. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry as I feel the magic fire building…slowly…damn it, too measured.
“Are you ready for me, princess?” he whispers breathlessly.
I bite my lip and nod. Where the hell was this Kyle when I needed his gentleness last time?
He takes hold of his pulsating rod and gently guides it to the entrance of my feminine cave. Slowly, it glides inside.
I feel every inch as it penetrates slowly, taking possession of every intimate muscle lining my lustful walls. I can feel the walls contract as they envelop him, begging for more. Slowly, he rocks his hips and I think I see tiny stars illuminate inside my head. I throw my head back feeling every stroke.
In and out…just like that. I can feel his eyes fixated on my face as he takes me. When I open my eyes, they are met by his steely gray stare.
“Should I go faster?”
“Ye---eah,” I say as I raise my arms to grab his neck. He moves lower, and I lace my fingers through his hair. So soft…so…oh, gods!
I drag him down toward me and he claims my lips. He bites down on my wet bottom lip, ever so gently, before consuming me. I feel the intelligent flick of his tongue as he drinks in my essence. I return the gesture and I can hear him groan.
I move my hand down the length of his back and dig my nails into the base of his spine. I lift my hips to meet his thrust and pull him deeper into me.
Kyle’s groan releases louder this time. I feel every subtle movement, and when he inches back, I match his rhythm and pace, meeting him thrust for thrust with the sway of my hips.
“You are going to drive me to the edge, princess,” he whispers against my lips.
“Let’s jump off the edge together then,” I whisper back.
He groans loudly and increases his pace. I clench my cave muscles, caressing every vein that I feel pulsing around his rod; the action makes him cry out like an animal.
‘Yeah, that’s my monster,’ I ponder quietly.
“Ready?” he whispers.
“Ohh…yes,” I whimper as I move my hips with the same pattern he is drawing.
I feel a deep fire building inside my groin and I can’t hold it back anymore. I dig my nails into his back and throw my head back as the flames erupt. He groans and I feel his release match with mine in synchronized euphoria.
The sound of something vibrating causes us both to stir. Kyle walks to the dressing table, leaving me on my back. He answers his phone while running one hand through his hair. His voice sounds very unstable and I stifle a laugh. The guy had just run a marathon inside my intimate race track.
He puts the phone down and looks at me.
“You are such a witch,” he says.
I smile. “I thought you already knew that.”
Kyle smiles mischievously as he picks up his clothes and starts getting dressed. Who had called him? Where is he going?
“You must do that more often,” I say.
“Oh, I plan to, princess,” he says as his eyes roam over my naked body still lying on his bed.
“Always thinking of sex….I meant, you should smile more often,” I correct him with a laugh.
He regards me quietly for a moment as he puts on his briefs and then a pair of tight-fitting jeans which showcase his strong thighs.
“Why were you gentle today and not the other day,” I ask.
“Cause, I don’t want your witch instructor giving me another magical wedgie for being a jerk.”
This time I can’t restrain my laughter. Rhia always has my back.
With the lightened mood, I ask, “Alpha Kyle, before the night you came to my home, did you know me? Or anything about my family? Word has it my family are, or were hunters. Would you know anything about that?” I hope he will give me something…anything.
“You are a very inquisitive one, aren’t you? But, I gotta go. Something urgent came up…umm….” He pauses.
“I know, I know; you want me to go to my room. At least let me leave on my own. Being thrown out to make way for your girlfriend is degrading. I hope you change the sheets every time you bring her in,” I say as I stand and put on my robe.
I can feel his eyes transfixed on me as I graze past him.
“Tell her I said hi,” I say.
“Who?” his voice echoes after me.
“Your girlfriend, lover…whatever. The one you always chase me out of here for. You know, Yasmeen.” It rolls off my tongue caustically, and I toss him a quick glance over my shoulder as I walk out of his bedroom before he can answer.
I am no fool. Kyle sidestepped my question like a landmine, and I have a deep suspicion that he is hiding something. Something even more viscous than that bitch, Yasmeen.