Chapter 35

Michael

Isabella turned her head, her voice languid and alluring as she stretched in my arms like a satisfied cat. "I've never slept so well. Honestly, I might have to steal this bed from you."

I chuckled, placing a kiss on her bare shoulder, deliberately letting my tongue trace over her skin. "It's not the bed, baby. It's what happened before you fell asleep."

Her cheeks flushed pink, but she didn't look away. Instead, her smile widened with a hint of satisfaction. "You mean the two orgasms at Silver Pine? Yeah, those definitely helped me relax."

Fuck, her directness is so goddamn hot.

"Speaking of last night..." I growled playfully, flipping her onto her back with one strong movement, hovering above her as my eyes locked with hers, one hand sliding beneath the university t-shirt she'd borrowed. My fingers trailed up her inner thigh, finding only smooth skin. "Where are your panties, Isabella?"

She gasped sharply, her pupils dilating at the command in my tone—even though I was trying to keep it casual, my Alpha dominance leaked through.

"They were soaking wet," she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Uncomfortable to wear."

I moved closer, pressing my body into the mattress, my morning erection obviously hard against her thigh. "And why were they so wet?" I asked, lowering my voice to that register that made her tremble.

"Because of you three," she answered, her voice quivering slightly. "The way you touched me... what your mouths did... how could I not be wet?"

My eyes flashed gold, my canines extending involuntarily. Having this perfect creature so close, so nearly in my possession, tested my self-control.

"Tell me what happened last night," I commanded, staring down at her. "I want to hear you say it. Every detail."

Isabella bit her lip, her fingers clutching the sheets as she recalled, "You poured moonlight ice cream on me," she said softly, her voice gentle but clear. "And took turns licking it off while I couldn't see anything."

"Go on," I urged, my hand still resting on her inner thigh, my thumb drawing lazy circles on the soft skin. "What else did we do to you?"

"You sucked on my breasts, your teeth..." she stopped, covering her face with her hands.

I gently but firmly grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. "Keep your hands there, baby. Don't move them."

"Yes, sir," she breathed, her natural submission making my cock twitch against her core. She was so submissive without being weak—her strength was in her willing surrender.

"Good girl," I praised, releasing her wrists, pleased to see her maintain the position. "Now tell me more. I want to hear everything we did to your body."

Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling beneath the t-shirt. "Kevin was biting my neck, and Richard had his fingers inside me," she continued, her thighs unconsciously pressing together.

"Did you like having all three of us touching you at once?" I growled, moving closer, my lips nearly touching hers. "Did you like what we did to your pussy?"

"Yes, sir," she gasped, her eyes flashing gold. "Fuck, I loved it. I want more."

I claimed her mouth in a kiss, swallowing her soft moan. Her lips parted immediately, her tongue meeting mine, inviting me to explore. My hand gripped the back of her neck, deepening the kiss while my other hand slid to the apex of her thighs, deliberately grinding my hardened cock against her inner thigh, then slowly pushing it toward her core. The head of my cock slid between her folds through the fabric, gently rubbing against her swollen clit, making her body jerk and a low moan escape her.

"Michael..." she panted, her voice laced with shame and desire, her face flushing deeply as wetness seeped from her core, dampening my cock through the material.

"You like that, baby?" I whispered, my lips against her ear, still grinding my cock against her center, feeling more wetness pooling, soaking through my boxers.

"Yes, sir," she choked out, her legs unconsciously spreading wider in silent invitation for more.

I pulled back, drawing her against my chest in the protective position natural to wolves. Her body fit perfectly against mine, like she was made to be there.

"Are you okay, baby?" I asked, keeping my tone gentle. The last thing I wanted was to overwhelm her—we hadn't completed the formal mate bond yet.

Isabella nodded, turning to look at me, her dark eyes meeting mine. "I'm good. Better than good. I can't wait for more."

Her phone suddenly rang on the bedside table, where I'd placed it last night.

"You should check that," I suggested, watching as she reached for it. She unlocked the screen, her eyebrow raising slightly.

"It's Julian," she explained, showing me the messages. The most recent ones read:

"Well? Did you really have three mates now? Girl, are you too sore to pick up your phone? TEXT ME BACK!"

Followed by:

"I don't want to be stuck next to Jacob at the café. Text me back! Actually, just call me."

"Who's Jacob?" I asked, unable to keep the possessive Alpha tone from my voice. The thought of another male wolf near her made my wolf bristle with anger.

Isabella rolled her eyes. "He works at Twilight Café and he's a jerk who hates me and Julian."

I relaxed, relieved that Jacob wasn't a suitor. "You should call Julian back," I suggested, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I'll go take a shower."

In the shower, I let the hot water cascade over my tense muscles, my hand inevitably finding my cock. The image of Isabella spread out on the restaurant table at Silver Pine, her legs trembling from the orgasm Richard's tongue had given her, was still vivid in my mind.

I quickened my strokes, imagining her beneath me, imagining how tight her pussy would feel around my cock when I finally claimed her. My release came fast and hard, her name a growl on my lips. But it barely took the edge off—only fully mating with her would satisfy my wolf.

Soon, I promised myself. After the contract is signed, after the doctor's examination, after she's completely ready.

I stepped out of the shower without bothering with a towel, walking directly to my closet. Through the half-open bathroom door, I could hear her talking to Julian.

"I'm fine, really. Better than fine," she was saying, excitement in her voice. "Last night was..." she paused, as if searching for words.

I smiled, pleased that she sounded so satisfied. I emerged from the bathroom completely naked, water droplets still clinging to my skin, tattoos rippling with my movements. Walking toward the closet, I caught Isabella's sharp intake of breath.

"What? No, I'm listening," she said into the phone, her eyes fixed on me, following a droplet of water as it trailed down my chest. "Sorry, what did you just say? I didn't catch that."

I turned to face her fully, deliberately flexing my muscles, enjoying the way her eyes widened as they traveled from my chest to my semi-hard cock and back up. "Like what you see, baby?" I asked deliberately, a mischievous smile playing at my lips.