Chapter 117 BONUS CHAP. 24 - RELENTLESS DESIRE
\-CLEO'S POV-
Two days passed before I saw Blayne again, a little past midnight. My heart did somersaults of happiness when Blayne's scent pummeled through the apartment. The front door opened and closed. I jerked up in bed like an anxious kitten, impatient to see him.
"Hi baby," he said upon entering the bedroom and headed straight to the bathroom, closing the door.
No greeting kiss, humph.
My eyes narrowed at his eccentric behavior. Was that all the greeting he was going to give me? It seemed distant and chilling. I chewed the gums of my inner cheek while waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. He took the longest shower ever!
Finally, he was done and came out half-dry in a white towel. I tried not to linger on how amazing his body was. My skin jumped and tickled with excitement every time he moved.
At last, his gaze fell on me. Those hypnotic brown eyes....oh goddess, they affected the course of my heartbeat and I yearned for him to dominate me. Ground-shaking flutters emerged between my legs. Damn Cleo, get a grip on yourself! I mentally scolded.
"Sweetheart," He stood in front of the bed with a mournful expression and slowly expressed, "Sianna lost her son."
"What?" I was stunned.
Sianna must be laden with grief. Though, I've discovered that grief is basically love. It's all the love you wanted to share, but are unable to, offer. The profound sorrow that lambasted your heart when you will never see, touch or speak to that precious someone again. I prayed that her heart would find comfort in this time of sorrow.
He nodded, "The pack is grieving. The family is devastated." Clenching fists at his side because he was angry about the fatal outcome, his eyes slowly drifted to the floor, zoning out. He was concealing his anger from me. "We have to attend the funeral tomorrow. Sianna wants it over and done with." He went inside the closest to get dressed.
Every cell in me wanted to soothe him. Just to hold him for a while to break away the cloud of gloom enveloping him until he was okay. First Hailey lost her baby, and now, the Luna. I can't believe it. The wicked Omega surely had a vendetta against them. My heart went out to Luna and Alpha.
"Of course," I felt that I had a sense of responsibility to attend the funeral, not just for Sianna but also for Blayne. "But aren't you coming to bed?"
No answer. Only the shuffling of clothes could be heard. Something was eating at him. My mouth curled with melancholy. Was he upset about Darlene? The bitch had it coming. There was not one repentant bone in me over my actions.
He re-entered the bedroom fully dressed, looking breathtaking in a black t-shirt, black ripped jeans, and combat boots. He came to my side of the bed and bent to place a soft kiss on my forehead.
"Things between Vance and Sianna are not good. They are at odds right now and Duke is in charge of the pack. Vance can think of nothing but vengeance and mending things with Sianna." He cups my chin, looking down at me. "One of us has to be with him at all times until he calms down. I'll be back later to pick up you and Zoe."
His hands held either side of my face, as he leaned in and captured my lips at an agonizingly slow but comfortable pace which made me feel like floating. Kissing him always felt magical, like it was the first time. My insides flipped when he let out an innocuous growl through his soft lips. The desire in me built up and I wished to hear him growl between my legs.
Then he took my mouth with all the pelting force of a starved beast who wanted to devour me. His growls became a constant vibration in my mouth and I moaned into him, panting with heat. Our heads backed away slightly and he rested his forehead against mine.
"Stay," I whispered against his lips and he closed his eyes, his nostrils flared as if he was trying to control himself. I grasped the front of his shirt to keep him with me and puckered my lips for more sweet kisses.
"Fuck, Cleo! You are making it hard to leave you." He groaned in a sexy, deep voice. I tried to seize his lips but he angled his mouth inches away. Only softly bumping our noses playfully while the sparks flex in our bodies. My flesh reminisced his touch. "Duty calls.
I have to go.
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"Blayne, don't go yet." I implored with my other hand wrapping around his neck. My fingers stroke the nape.
"I'm home now. There is no immediate need for me to go out of territory." He told me. Those words provide no comfort because I want him in bed, next to me. "We've got all the time in the world, baby."
"Lay with me." I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip. My hand, which has a grasp on his shirt, tugs him down on me. My eyes lighted up and my heart swelled at the upcoming pleasure.
Instead, he sat on the side of the bed while his upper half towered over me. He took my face into his hands and kissed me, sweetly tugging my lips and devouring my mouth until I was grinding against him. Caressing me, he poked his hand through the deep V- neck of my berry-red silk teddy to cup my breast and play with my nipple with his thumb until it hardened and my breast engorged. "Blayne, you taste so good," I moaned in his mouth, feeling dazed. " Yes."
He pulled back to sit upright and I followed by swiftly straddling him. I knew he was struggling not to rip my clothes off. Although I fully intended to persuade him to do it. He grabbed my hips with a death grip. I rubbed the ripped muscles on his chest, down to his abs though the shirt was in the way. Then I kissed his neck.
He groaned. A wave of desire passed over his face. All at once, he blinked lazily, gazing sensual and predatory.
"Baby, make love to me," I whispered in his ear and ran my tongue along the outline of it. "It's about time we had sex. My wolf wants
you."
He seemed surprised at my confidence, then chuckled huskily. "I want to but..." he lowly explained while groping my left breast. "I prefer to do that when you are ready for me to mark you. Because at that point, my wolf will be unrestrained and take control."
He looked into my eyes for a few seconds, taking whatever he saw written there as encouragement. I was so wet.
Hoping to heighten his desire, I grind my crotch against his rigid cock. My hands moved with particular interest to the bulge in his pants. He hissed with a sharp inhale. He drew me closer to his body and kissed me like he needed me to suck the oxygen from me to
survive.
All of my body trembled at the amazing feeling of grinding on him. I gripped his shoulders, sinking my nails deep.
"Fuck," he cursed. Yes, he was enjoying the sensation. "You are the best girlfriend ever."
"Girlfriend?" I asked breathlessly with a smirk forging on my lips. Even though I never consented, it felt fantastic. I moaned from the constant friction of his bulbous crotch against my clitoris through the thin fabric of my silk teddy.
Triggered into possessiveness, his eyes dangerously narrowed at me. "Yes, you are, and a whole lot more. Nobody has made me feel this good before. With you and Zoe, my life feels complete."
Back and forth, my hips continued to move. I mused against his ear."
So, will I be the only girl in your world, hmm? No more Darlene?" I pecked his lips to keep the lecherous mood going and at the same
time, I listened to see what he would have to say about the girl I smacked down.
A whine came from my lips as the chilly tip of his nose ran over my
throat and bit at my pulse. When I snarled and turned my head away, Blayne rubbed his smiling lips into my now-pink skin.
My toes curled, and my nails dug deeper into his flesh as his kisses
drove me mad. I arched my neck to give him more of what he wished for, and he greedily sucked a crimson bruise onto my collarbone, which was conspicuous and impossible to avoid. "Blayne, if this pussy is yours, I dare you to fuck it," I moaned, pushing his button and leaning my forehead on his shoulder. I long
to climax.
Of course, he takes the challenge. He growled and danced his fingertips through the gusset of my teddy, and I shuddered. He cupped my pussy at the same time as nipping my earlobe.
"This sweet spot is mine." He squeezed gently, causing my breath to catch in my throat. "And no one else's."
He shoved his two fingers deep inside my wet pussy. I trembled from
the rapid speed that he finger-fucked me. The thrusts were shallow, rough, and swift and my pussy spasms until it desperately clenches. My body craved everything that he did to it as my pussy got wetter
and plump.
"Blayne, uhmmm." My head lifted and rested against his cheek, moaning incoherently. Each stroke against my G-spot caused me to experience unfathomable pleasure. In under a minute, my body quivered with pleasure. I moaned loudly as my orgasm crashed
through me.
While he looked directly into my bleary eyes, he brought his fingers to his lips, sucking my juices off them. "Fabulously delicious." He gives me a second to come down from my peak. I felt extremely relaxed as he held me and gently stroked the back of my head.
"You didn't cum." I let him know that I realized and would comply in repaying the favor.
"Your pleasure comes first. As long as you are satisfied, I'll be alright." He ran his fingers through my hair. "I'll let you take care of me when I get home later to mark you."
I froze, mortified. The eye contact was too searing. I looked away. He
motioned to rise from the bed.
"Wait," I played with his earlobe and pecked his cheek.
"What is it?" He squinted curiously, with a tilt of his head. "Thanks for the gift." It was a heartfelt gesture.
"I'm glad that you liked it. I wanted to do something special for you,
so I tracked your family line and found your relatives." He spoke
gently.
"You are amazing." I cracked a small smile and my arms snaked his
neck.
"Aww, you are making me blush sweetheart," he teased, palming his cheeks like a girl and feigning shyness. I giggled.
He stood with my body wrapped around him. He turned and lay me
down on the bed. He pried my hands from around his neck, pinning them each at the sides of my head. Then he adjusted my head tenderly on the fluffy pillow. He was ready to leave and I whimpered
at his soon-to-be absence. I grabbed his hand, wistfully. "Cleo, I have to go." He released my hand to leave. "Wait!" I tightened the restraints of my legs around his waist, and
my lower body lifted from the bed as he tried to walk away. He paused, looking at me and trying to hide the frustration on his
face. He scratched the top of his head which rumpled his heavy angular brown fringes.
"Baby, I've got to do rounds and a pick up from the pier....." I silenced him with my index finger on his lips.
"Did you notice anything off when you visited the Venomane Kryme
Pack?" I asked.
He shook his head. "To be honest, my visit to your old pack was concerning you. I entered the pack covertly." Unwrapping my legs and sitting up, I informed him of the revelations and evidence that Aunt Sora had sent over. "The Krymes
are vicious and cold-hearted. They are reigning terror on their pack members. Please let us do something about it."
In momentary thoughtfulness, he replied, "Send the evidence to my mobile and I'll forward it to Esme and her team to further investigate the pack. Once she gathers enough evidence, I will arrange for us to deal with the Krymes and liberate the pack members."
I jumped into his arms and kissed his face all over. "Thank you,
baby." Unwillingly, he pulled away and slipped through the door before any further pleading could come from my lips. I whimpered because I missed him so much, wanting and needing him.
I flung the silk peach sheets aside and ran after him.