Chapter 33 Bad News
Kristen's POV
"Do you want food or anything?" He cocks his head to nh side.
"No, I'm not sure I can eat. I'm still too hungover to put food in my mouth, except I want to barf again," my hand is already rubbing the side of my arm.
"You need something to pull you out of your drunken mysery," just like that, his eyes darken with something that seems like lust.
Calhoun lifts me and settles me on top of the table closest to us. I can't help but notice how ripped his muscles are when he goes down on his knees in front of me.
After parting my legs, his fingers move to grip the briefs that I have on. And then he tugs them slowly until they're reaching my knees, displaying my red cotton thong.
My mouth parts and sharp breaths flow out when Calhoun's lips find my upper thigh. He kisses it before eventually taking my boxers off.
It's happening again. I'm here, all alone with this seemingly hot man. His big hands are kneading my thighs with caution, coupled with the way his stormy blue eyes are looking up at me, making this perfidious yet sweet feeling sit at the pit of my stomach.
The way my legs are trembling right now makes him let out a throaty chuckle.
Oh, he'll do it again.
"Empty all the worries from your mind, Kristen. It's just the two of us here. I'll treat you right just like yesterday."
Calhoun doesn't give me a second to digest this when he spreads out my legs to his face.
Oh god! I don't know if I can handle this right now. I'm not done recovering from last night and now this? I think I'll get choked up from feeling exposed to him like this again.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, my sweet," Calhoun who notices my fear reassures me. His hand toys with my g-string for a few seconds, but it's enough to make me burst into squirts.
"You get wet easily, I can't wait for you to rain down your squirts in my face," he murmurs upon seeing this, voice raspier than before as his fingers massage my clit through my wet panties.
The feeling is magical, despite the fabric barrier between my clit and his finger, I can still feel the electric sparks raging in my brain.
It's just wrong to enjoy it so much, to even yearn for more. My hands are still resting behind me, I'm too afraid to put them on his shoulder, to feel a part of him while he's at this.
Calhoun stops only to slip my thong off, leaving me naked from my waist to the sole of my feet.
He spreads my legs wider and positions his face in front of my private area.
My chest burns from this sight. I've never had anyone spread out my legs in their face like this, while they feed their eyes with my pussy. Except him.
And when he stares at me up from it, I decided I cannot take it any longer, because it feels like the occurrence from last night is reoccurring.
"Wait!" Calhoun trembles with laughter as he grabs my legs to stop me from closing them.
He parts them wider and buries his face, before sniffing and puffing a hot breath there.
Oh.
My whole body cannot contain the way I am shivering right now.
Is this how he is with my mom or it's just me?
Thinking about my mom has guilt stabbing my chest.
She's probably out there, wondering where I am with her husband.
But when Calhoun glides the top of my clit with his tongue, I can't think of anything else except how hot I feel right now.
I've never felt so embarrassed and aroused in my entire life before.
Embarrassed because this man is so powerful, yet he likes going on his knees in front of me, licking my clit like a child who just finished his favorite meal but wasn't satisfied, so he chose to attack the empty plate with his mouth.
Aroused because I've never had anyone use their mouth on me like this before. He's sucking, licking, and letting his tongue roll inside of me.
A moan still escapes from my mouth, the one I've been trying so hard to suppress.
He didn't let me recover fully from my hangover, and now he's all over me when I could barely walk without support earlier.
Calhoun sucks me for a few minutes before accompanying his mouth with one finger as expected.
My breathy moans and the queefing coming from my pussy that he's working on, make me squirt some more. And as if to completely make me helpless, he slips the second and the third finger.
This time my hand grabs a handful of his hair while he's at this, I can't refrain from touching him anymore. How can I not hold a part of him when he's finger-fcking me without stopping?
The way he's so serious is as if he's spent his life learning this. Using his hot mouth and hand at once. Just like yesterday. But tonight's is better because we didn't know we were going to end up like this.
I hit my climax with my eyes traveling into the back of my head, and at the same time shivering like I caught a cold. Calhoun doesn't even give me a chance to catch my breath, he hurried strips naked and fills himself into me.
He sighs in satisfaction because inside of me is slippery, full of my orgasm.
He holds my gaze at the second thrust and his mouth parts. But no sound is made from him.
'Calhoun will be a good stepfather to you, Kristen,' Mom's voice rings in my head and I can see her face right now, smiling innocently at him.
Yet we're here fucking for the fourth time.
Oh my god, why am I this easy with Calhoun? He always takes what he wants from me and I can't even stop him. My wolf just makes me like some cheap, useless slut all because of this freaking connection.
I can't do this anymore. It doesn't even matter if I like him.
But right now, it's quite complicated to think straight when I am trapped underneath him, his big hands holding my shoulders as he pounds into me and sighs as he pleasures himself.
"You..should reject me, this is wrong," I rasp out between his powerful thrusts, wanting to push him away but my wolf is totally against it, making my body betray me and becoming even more welcoming to him by squirting in abandon.
Calhoun's sweaty brow raises in amusement as he hooks my legs around his hard, naked waist, "we were made mates for a reason, I cannot throw that away,"
"I don't want to hurt my mother, not anymore.." my last word ends up in a quivered moan because he is going at a full speed now, making my eyes travel into the back of my head. No, this is wrong!
"You already started hurting her on the night you parted those legs for me," Calhoun's voice supress my moans as he pounds hard into my dripping wet honeypot.
How could he ever say that to my face? As if it's alright to betray Mom like this when she's done absolutely nothing to deserve this. And to think that he's inside of me when he made such a heartless remark.
Calhoun's left hand leaves my shoulder to catch my dangling bosom, it's big covers more than half of my huge bust.
It's not even 5 AM yet, but there's a loud banging of fists on the entrance doors. Calhoun is already up, breathing heavily.
Wait a minute, can it be that Mom traced us all the way down here?
"Stay here and don't move," Calhoun's voice is authoritative, he didn't even talk softly like usual.
How in the hell does expect me to just remain in bed when I don't have a good feeling about this?
Are we even safe? I saw bite marks on his stomach yesterday.
Taking the sheet covers off me, I tiptoe until I am hiding behind a couch, kneeling on all fours.
Calhoun is moving as if he's ready to strike an attack and it's just confusing. Did he fight with someone while I was in a deep
sleep?
"Open the door, Alpha Calhoun!" The knocking continues after the voice comes out rushed and panicky.
And it does sound familiar.
It's Bruce when Calhoun opens the door.
He's panting as if he shifted and ran all the way here.
"Why are you here at this ungodly hour?" Calhoun questions him firmly.
"It's your wife, Natalie," he pause to pant and puff out, "she tried to commit suicide by drowning. We've done everything without our power to revive her but it's not working. All the pack doctors are useless as it stands."