CHAPTER NINETY THREE - ROSALIE

CHAPTER NINETY THREE - ROSALIE
Cain and I spend the next few days in bed, just dozing. Aeron stays as much as he can but often, I wake to find him gone, only he seems to know it and returns almost immediately with a secretive grin that makes me so nervous.

I’m almost entirely healed, all my bruises have faded, all my exhaustion has gone with it. If I’m honest, I’m only really still in bed for Cain but I want to be there, I want to stay beside him while he heals. Axel says he needs another week and then he’ll be recovered but Cain scoffs at that and says he’s getting stronger every day.

Whenever I wake, his hands are always around me and more often than not, they seem to be holding my belly which is finally starting to swell enough to be noticeable.

But neither of them have touched me. Have done anything but hug me. I can’t tell if it’s because they think I need ‘space’ or because they don’t want to harm our pups. As if that’s a thing. 

I can feel Cain against me as I open my eyes. He’s doing his best as always to keep his ‘morning wood’ from poking in me, but given the size he is, it’s near impossible to do so. I wriggle into him, and the way his breath changes tells me he’s waking up. 

“What are you doing?” He mumbles. 

I bite my lip, wriggling more, ensuring my ass is making as much contact with his dick as I can.

He groans, his fingers digging into my waist. “Stop it.”

“Why?” I whisper back.

He sighs instead of replying and I wonder for a moment if he’s still too injured to actually have sex. But he’s practically healed. I know this. He knows this. And besides, this is Cain, he’s not the kind of Wolf to let a few cuts prevent him from doing what he wants.

His arms move, wrapping around me tighter and it feels like he’s trying to convey so much in that action. I can feel it, the mate bond, his emotions, how much he loves me. 

We lay like this for a few minutes. Neither of us speaking. 

And then I try again. I shift my hand around, starting lightly at first as I do nothing more than simply run my fingers up his shaft. He doesn’t tell me to stop. He doesn’t say anything. But I hear his breath pick up. I slip my hand past the elastic band of his boxers. Both of them have been insistent in wearing them since I got back, as if the mere sight of a dick might make me run for the hills. 

“Rosalie.” He murmurs but I can hear it, the want, the need in him too.

“Touch me.” I say.

“You’re sure?”

I nod. Shifting a little so that my legs are splayed more for him. 

He moves his hand, bringing it up slowly along my leg as I start to run my hand up and down him. He slips his hand into my cotton shorts, still taking his time. 

“Cain.” I gasp as he starts to touch me. 

It’s slow. Considerate. As if he’s not in any urgency to make me cum just yet, as if he’s just enjoying me like this.

He kisses the side of my head. All I can smell is him. And in this moment, I don’t think of anything else but him. My mate. 

I shut my eyes, leaning back into him. ‘I love you.’ I think through the mindlink. Think it to both him and Aeron. I don’t know where my other mate is right now. He’s in the Packhouse somewhere but I want him to hear it. And deep down I want him to come back to me, to us, in this moment. That we can all heal together.

“I love you too, Rosalie.” Cain says out loud. 

His fingers have become more focused. He’s plunging two into me now while his thumb circles my clit. I bite my lip, trying to focus on pleasuring him but it’s so hard when I can already feel my body twisting tighter and tighter under his ministrations. 

I let out a moan. It feels liberating. It feels cathartic. That after everything we’ve gone through, we’re re-bonding again.

Cain growls in response. I can sense how close he is too. He’s jerking his hips, thrusting with every movement. 

“You’re so wet.” He says.

“For you, Cain.” I gasp. “Wet for you.”

He grins before burying his face into my hair. His hot breath hits my skin. I can feel the sweat between us pooling. He lets out a growl. His body shudders and then he cums covering my hand, my body, me. Within seconds, I topple over, letting his hands send me to paradise as I writhe, on the now sticky sheets. 

“You’re so beautiful when you cum.” He says brushing my hair back.

“Yes, she is.” Aeron says and I blink sitting up seeing him stood at the door.

“Aeron.” I gasp.

“Don’t move, Pet.” He orders stalking towards me. 

I glance at Cain and he’s already smirking as if he knows what’s about to happen. Like either of us don’t. Aeron grabs the covers yanking them off and I jump a little as the cool air hits my skin.

“You made her cum, brother. Now it’s my turn.” He says, his eyes fixed on me.