Chapter 8 Doing It In The Rain
Kristen's POV
My wolf increases her pace into fast gallops when she sees a big black wolf chasing after us. All my worries fade away and replace with fear, because it looks like someone is out to get me.
For the third time, my wolf turns to throw a glance at the wolf right behind us and she accidentally hits a tree and falls.
When I shift into my human form, my heart is already doing dangerous backflips in my chest because I can feel him.
It's Calhoun. My mate and stepfather. He stops in front of me and shifts.
"What are you doing, Kristen?"
"N-n- nothing," my response comes out in a stutter when he takes a step closer to me.
Why is he here? Isn't he supposed to be with my mom, having the best of their wedding night?
"Why did you take off like that? It's dangerous for a female to go for a night run in times like this," Calhoun holds out his hand to help me up.
And it's not like I can accept it. I don't want any part of me touching him. Having him this close is doing no justice to my brain.
"Is something wrong?" He has the audacity to look confused when I remain in my fallen position.
"Everything, Calhoun. Every freaking thing," ignoring his hand, I rise to my feet, You're just everywhere. You make me feel like a rotten little backstabbing bitch."
Upon hearing this, Calhoun's throat works and his stupid, stupid blue eyes soften to the extent that my throat tightens with several emotions, "Listen, if this is about what happened last night, then I want to tell you I'm sorry because you're innocent."
"What do you mean?" My face twists in irritation, "I'm mostly at fault here. I approached you because of this stupid dare made by my friends."
"No," Calhoun is so close to me right now that his smell intoxicates my senses. Goosebumps generate in my every single pore and I forget what color of shirt I'm wearing if I have sweat pants or pajama trousers on. This is how my mate affects me.
"If anyone should take the blame, then it's me. I could've turned you down, told you I was getting married the next morning but I couldn't because I knew we were mated to each other before you even approached me," Calhoun explained and I can see him curling his fists. It's almost as if he's trying to refrain from touching me.
"You were so irresistible like I was spellbound, and I couldn't tell you off. I wanted to explore what it felt like to be intimate with my mate," he pauses to catch his breath before rasping out, "I was too selfish with my emotions and masculine urges."
Several emotions would up in my chest when my mind replayed what happened last night.
After a sharp intake of breath, I peel my eyes away from him and fold my arms across my chest.
"We cannot undo what we did but you can reject me, and then we'll spend the rest of our lives avoiding each other. Because I can never see you as my stepfather," I make this known to him.
Calhoun doesn't respond. He just raises his fist against his mouth and bites a part of it as he stares at me with those mesmerizing blue eyes.
"It's not so easy, Kristen," he pulls his hand away from his mouth and puts it on my arm.
Breeze gusts through me, stirring up cold and I can't tell if it's his touch or the wind.
"Why are you even here, Alpha Calhoun? Why did you run after me?"
"We have a connection. My wolf wants me to be anywhere you are. I can feel you even if there's a three-yard barrier between us," he confesses.
"You must reject me," I barely finish with my request when my stepfather does the unexpected.
By covering the distance between us and sealing my lips with a swift kiss.
Wanting to think it's a hallucination is futile because my chest burns when he pulls away.
"See? It's just beyond my self-control when we're next to each other. You're my mate, Kristen,"
My mouth whisper-yells no but my hands are already finding their way to his chest and his neck.
Calhoun kisses me again except this time it isn't light like the first. It's hard as if he's feasting on my mouth and his big hand grabs my head and cradles it.
The kiss is so breathtaking and knee-wobbling that for a moment, everything else doesn't matter.
"But my mom.."
"Shh..don't mention her. It's just the two of us here," he presses a finger against my lips to silence.
Every sense of guilt flies away because there's this tingling sensation in my clit. I want to be touched and groped badly by this man.
When Mom's smiling face appears in front of me, I shove it at the back of my mind. My sins will be contemplated when I tuck myself into bed to sleep.
I'm so sorry Mom, he's your husband but he's also my mate. If only I let him touch me just for tonight… Selfishness is the order of tonight. I know I am going to regret this and hate myself for a very long time.
Calhoun brings his lips back to mine as he lowers me to the flattened grass. We're far away from his mansion and out in the fields. There are low chances of anyone seeing us here.
His hands find my legs and they vibrate at his touch, coupled with the anticipation of having him inside of me once more. I've thought about it all day and now I'm getting it.
It starts drizzling when Calhoun undresses me. But that's the least of my concern right now.
When he moves back to remove his shirt, I nudge my body forward to kiss him once more.
Now, someone in her right state of mind won't let this man touch her for the second time but it's beyond self-control, according to him. Our mate bond holds more power than his marriage with my mom.
We're completely naked right now. The half-moon makes it easier for us to see ourselves because it's dark. And the drizzle is switching up into a rain.
I moan in satisfaction when he connects our bodies, after what takes like forever. Because my impatience is getting the best of me.
We go at a steady rhyme and his mouth doesn't leave mine the entire time. He's so big and heavy that his weight on top of me is nearly suffocating. But I'm not complaining.
"You feel so warm and tight," Calhoun mumbles against my mouth before angling his head backward.
"Harder.." I urge him, whilst digging my fingers into his slippery back. We're already getting beaten by the rain but none of us seem to care.
He's not moaning. Just breathing really hard as he works wonders with the strength of his waist. My squirts even gush faster than the droplets of rain.
But our moments of pleasure get stolen by a glaring flashlight.
"Oh my god! Fcking in the rain!" The person exclaims in horror.
At this, shame clouds me and then it dawns on me that I am in the wrong.
We just got caught!
"Who the hell are you two!?" The voice does sound like that of a middle-aged man.
Calhoun doesn't move away from my body when I try to get him off me.
He's still on top of me with his cck plunged deep in my honeypot. I can tell he's trying to shield my body from the eyes of this person. But it doesn't even matter. We've been caught.