Chapter 106 BONUS CHAP. 16 - HALF-MINE
\-CLEO'S POV-
Taking a few steps, I paused and spun around to probe, "What did you tell Zoe to make her think that you're her new father? How could you do that without my permission?"
He had gone into the closet for an extra white towel to draw his damp hair. Then he came out with the towel on his head and rubbing vigorously to remove the excess water. My eyes misbehave and raked over his hot body. My body reacted to him in an enigmatic manner. Rather than being mad at him, he was turning me on.
"Baby, Zoe and I have been bonding while you were in the cell." He allowed the towel to rest across his shoulders when he approached
me.
"Even so, you cannot put ideas into her head. She is a little girl who believes that you'll buy us a house with a pool and that we'll be one big happy family!" I shouted furiously, "She'll be utterly crushed when those things do not happen."
"Well, if that's what she wants, we can do that." He missed the point. "I've got my own money, Cleo."
"Don't." My edge of irritation returned. I threw my hands in the air. This was not about money.
"Why not?" He asked while his gaze was stuck on my sour expression. "I made the decision to be in Zoe's life and that had nothing to do with you." He expected me to believe that. When I raised my brows at him with arms folded, he low-key admitted, " Alright, it had maybe eighty-percent to do with you........or ninety percent but........."
"Blayne, this is not a game. Children are delicate and I won't have you playing with our emotions." I harshly cut him off. "It's wrong to deceive people."
"I will be there for Zoe even if you dump me tomorrow morning. But you won't get rid of me that easily." He wiggled both brows at me with an artful smirk and tapped my nose twice with his finger. "As of now, Zoe's half mine."
Sparks hurtled through me. I wrinkled my nose and took a step back. He caught me by the waist and roughly claimed my lips. My erected nipples brushed my thin fabric against his chest. With one hand, he squeezed my buttocks and with the other hand held the back of my head, deepening the kiss.
Automatically, my hands ran over his wet hair. Our tongues clashed in an intense battle for dominance. Suddenly, he bit my lower lip. I winced and broke the kiss. His blackened eyes were charged with lust and traces of love. My punctured lip healed and he wiped the blood from my mouth with his thumb and licked it, swallowing.
Next, I initiated the kiss and sent my tongue into his mouth. He unbuttoned my shorts and let it fall to my feet. High with need, the augmented passion was undeniable. His glossy eyes glinted with
something dangerous as he ripped my underwear at the sides,
leaving my lower half naked.
Moving both hands on my ass cheek, he pokes a finger between my legs, rubbing my folds. Sparks tingled up and down my body.
Pressing my pelvis against his. His penis stood robust like a commander who was zealous and ready to hunt and slaughter my pussy.
"Ngh." My lips parted with sounds that gave him total dominance, with his tongue coiling and slabbing in my mouth.
He scooped me off the ground single-handedly and pressed me to the wall. I uttered a loud yelp that melted into a moan. I hugged his neck and locked my hand tighter in his locks. My legs encircle him. Then he tore his lips away. Staring intensely into the scalding heat of each other's eyes, we gasped for air.
Like a blossoming flower my pussy opens up for him. He strokes my clitoris with a whisper's touch, soliciting it to slobber him. With extended canines, his face pleats through my blouse till he latches onto my left breast. Teasing my clitoris and sucking my nipples, he does it slowly for a while with his ministrations, even when I drip slick down his fingers.
"Blayne," I whimpered when I was able to collect myself. "Please," I begged for the hurried version.
He lifted his head to take in my sweet appearance. Although the delicious sensation sent my head into a frenzy, it was frustrating that he was tormenting my core into a leisurely rhythmic climax. To please me, a thick finger slipped inside my pussy.
"Faster," I encouraged, relishing the tingling pleasure flooding
through my system.
"Anything for you, my spicy vixen." He growls into my ear.
It earns him a soft moan. "Yes. More, Blayne."
My enthusiasm is rewarded by a curl of his finger and faster thrusts that send me over a cliff to land in tempestuous, pleasurable waves. His lips found my nipples again.
"Don't stop."
My mouth did not stay shut as sporadic moans burst out intermittently between frantic breaths. His finger correlated with every spot that made me hum.
For another fifteen minutes, he toyed with me. Even if he has made me cum twice, I still pulsate as if this is my first orgasm ever.
"This is my pussy," Blayne snarls, his voice garbled by the amount of my breast in his lips. He plunges a second finger in and I'm a
goner.
"Fuck! Oh God!" I yelled out and became vaguely conscious that he had heisted me up onto his shoulders with my pussy at his mouth to swallow whatever gushed out of me.
This novelty of intimacy with my mate has me panting with excitement. His licks on my sensitive pussy became overwhelming, so I tugged at his hair. "Please, baby. I can't" I needed to cum once more. Prolonging the pleasurable build and receding before I climaxed was torture.
He groaned, and as a result of the vibrations that penetrated me, I
squashed his head between my legs, shuddering in ecstasy. He kissed my inner thigh and made patterns with the tip of his tongue as if he understood that I was just one lick away from passing out. I went jelly. He yanked me from his shoulder and cradled me to his chest. I snuggled into him, hugging him to stay afloat in my blissfully crazed
mind.
"Would you like me in the shower with you?"
"N-no." I felt that he would cook up another round of what we had just ended. Sex with him would be mind-blowing, but things between us should progress slowly. Protecting my heart was critical.
I steeled my knees from collapsing and turned to head to the
bathroom.
"Cleo," He waited until I stopped and looked back at him, "I'm unconditionally yours, and Zoe's too."
If only it were that simple. I have known only the cruelty of a man. Like the Alpha's son who stole my virginity and treated me as his
personal slave. The horror he dealt left me with a resentment towards men. From there on, I had a short-lived arrangement without entanglement.
However, this mate-bond was urging me to want more with this
man. I hated it because it was getting harder to dislike him. For a moment there was a deafening silence, and a blow was sure to follow as tiny fragments of where I left the conversation swung back to
memory.
"Do not use my daughter to get to me!" I half-yelled because I did not want Zoe overhearing us.
"That's not what I am doing." He fired back and pressed thinned lips together with displeasure. Letting out a deep sigh, he resumed drying his hair with the towel. "Have your bath and we could watch a
movie before bed."
There he goes, diverting the subject. He strolled past the bed and over to the console table to pick up the remote and turned the television on. So I raised another matter that has been on my mind
since he came home.
"I take it that you will be sleeping on the couch." It was an indirect way to tell him that we are not sharing a bed tonight. Instantly, he stops pressing the buttons on the remote and cast his defensive eyes at me. "You have got to be kidding me."
Using my index finger to outline my face, I remarked, "Does this face
look like a clown's?"
I waited for words to come out of his gaping mouth. Instead, he
shuts it. Deciding not to debate the issue, he took a moment to
compose himself. "Zoe wouldn't like that. She knows that Mommy's and Daddy's share the same room. We should not confuse her about our relationship."
My head flipped back and let out a loud, humorless laugh. Quietly, he stared at me while trying to understand the humor. "Relationship?" I moved towards the bathroom. "That's a good one, Gamma Blayne."
Arguing was always useless with Blayne. I entered the spacious bathroom and closed the door.
Earlier, he must have used some brainwashing method on Zoe. Yeah,
I know that he handled the situation at her school, but to go as far as
to have her call him Daddy was over the top. Making sure that the door was bolted, I half-filled the tub and
slipped in. My eyelids drooped. Sleep took over after I scrubbed down. I don't know how long it took until I found myself being lifted
out of the bath. He dried me with a towel and his eyes were black the entire time when his hands wet all over my body. A plethora of shivers went down my spine that kept my lids threshing.
He lay me down on the bed and donned one of his T-shirts on me.
Weariness superseded the night and I dozed. Hours later, it was the dipping and shifting in the bed that woke me up. Blayne was up on his feet and moving at lightning speed to get dressed in the dark. "Going somewhere?" I asked blearily, as I sat up in the bed.