95 - Take What You Need - Her Edition

95 - Take What You Need - Her Edition


Nel

It’s so warm and comfortable here. No way I’m on Stacey’s couch. Then where am I? I lazily open my eyes and stretch my limbs on the soft sheet. I bask in the pleasant familiar scent, not wanting to get up as I feel worn out and my limbs are sore. Intense light blinds my vision, so I close them again. My mind seems to be as reluctant to function as my body is.

What if I give in to this sweet urge to go back to sleep? Would it be so bad? Do I have any reason to wake up? Will I be late for work?

Wait a moment…

What work?

I jump up with a start, upon my brain finally waking up. I can’t go to work in Northam, because we escaped in a hurry in the middle of the night. Last night’s events begin flooding my mind. As I scan my surroundings, I realize I am in my room in Eastport. No sound is heard from elsewhere in the house, though, so I’m most probably alone.

I huff in annoyance. My fingers massage my temples to soothe the headache away. I seriously need to stop zoning out, and then regaining consciousness at a different place after an undefinable amount of time with at least some of my body in pain. All I ever asked for was a simple life, with an everyday job and the ones I love around me. I don’t want to be some special creature that half the people seek to worship and the rest to destroy.

Passing in front of my mirror after I get up, I notice that I’m in my pajamas and barefoot.

How did I get here? And why am I wearing this silly pink satin set of pajamas? I remember my high school friends had bought them for me as a birthday present many years ago. Back then, I was too shy to even imagine myself in them and I had buried them somewhere in my closet, so how the hell did they re-emerge?

Lost in my questions as I am, I fail to register the sound of steps approaching in a rush. And before I can wonder about the identity of my guest, Nick is already at my doorway, almost running in my direction, only to halt as if he bumped into an invisible glass wall upon taking in my appearance.

What the hell is he doing here? Having to face him and explain my complicated origins that practically make our bond even more impossible than it was before is about the last thing I would wish for right now after last night’s ambush and with an undefined threat possibly coming our way.

How do you tell your fated mate that the Moon Goddess was, after all, as wrong with this pairing as we both initially thought? We all have our careless moments. Maybe something else caught her attention when she was about to make the match and when she returned to the task, she mixed up the pairs…

What other plausible explanation was there to her pairing me with a man who’s genetically my cousin?



Still, genetics or no genetics, why am I so drawn to him? His proximity is so confusing. Where’s my logic when I need it? And his voice… This deep dark voice going husky sends shivers down my nether parts, no matter what the context of his talk.


Concentrate, Nel! You can’t keep on daydreaming with him so close to you. He will get a whiff of your naughty reverie before you realize it.


Wait, why is he frowning? What did he say while I was drooling about him?



“You know, it seems like we were both wrong all along. Maybe it was never a matter of whether I would accept you in the first place…”


What? I missed something while I wasn’t paying attention, but what was it?



“Maybe it was the other way round from the very beginning, Nel. Could YOU accept an Alpha as your mate? Could YOU picture yourself by my side?”


No, no, noooo, that’s not how this conversation is supposed to go. But why is he here, anyway? To accuse me of being the one who doesn’t want this bond?



“I… I didn’t expect to see you here…” I finally manage to mouth, stating the obvious.


Oh shit! He’s getting angrier by the moment. Wrong answer, I guess. What on earth is wrong with me? Ellie is agitated. She’s squirming and wiggling inside my mind, ready to turn her belly to her mate.


No, I’m supposed to be looking for a way to push him away, or I will soon have to explain to him we are blood related and if I don’t, I’m pretty sure William will be just too eager to do so and it won’t be in the most polite words I guess.



“For one last time… If you demand to be considered so bold, claim what you need. Just this once, take what you want from me…”


Ellie thrashes harder and harder in my mind. She demands that we go to our mate, to thread our fingers in his silky hair and pull him down to feel his full lips on ours. She hates the desperation in his eyes and she sure as hell won’t tolerate my attempt to push him away instead of explaining. But now’s not the time for explanations…


I’m a lost case. All I can do now is accept my defeat and allow my impulse to sway me off my feet. Without further ado, my steps lead me in front of him and with a swift move, I fall to my knees…


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“Oh my God, Nick” I writhe under his touch.


He stops for just one second, lifting his eyes up to meet mine, holding an almost sinister smirk. Then he resumes his task of torturing me with extra slow and soft touches. His fingertips are barely touching me, slowly stroking circles on my skin, traveling from my belly to my legs, my thighs, then the inner part of my thighs, going closer but not close enough to my folds.

My skin’s burning at his touch, sparkles erupting wherever his fingers pass and intense goosebumps making me shiver with anticipation. My hips buckle as his fingers draw lazy circles on my inner thighs, eager to get more friction. But he’s intentionally setting me on fire and has absolutely no intention of helping me get what I need unless I give in to him and offer him what he wishes in return.

He laughs darkly at my desperate state. My hands grabbing the bedrest in a vice grip, I watch him through hooded eyes as he reaches for the bowl he brought earlier when he returned to the room. I can’t see its contents from where I am and neither do I care. All I care about at the moment is this growing wantonness that swipes me whole; body and soul.

“What is it, my wild spitfire?” his voice comes out husky and oh, so sexy…

My mind is so hazy with lust and desire. I need more of him, his touch is driving me mad. Mate bond or not, this man is a sex God, and I have experienced it firsthand. My body remembers every little detail from that night. How could it ever forget? I try to clench my legs to rub them with each other, to somehow ease this growing needy pain in between them, but his firm hands don’t let me. They do the complete opposite and stretch me wide open for him and his assault.

“Tell me what you need… and I will be happy to oblige…”

Why is it he looks different tonight? This man between my legs isn’t my Alpha Nicholas, he appears more like a mighty demon or even a prince of hell, born in the pits of the abyss, with a body crafted by the Dark Lord himself, all naked for me and only me to gawk at. His grey eyes reflect the moonlight in an intense silverish fervor. I’m downright enchanted by whatever spell he’s used to bind me. He hasn’t restrained my arms or legs, yet I feel as if he’s applied the strongest chains to keep me in place, unable to move or resist him.

A surprised yelp escapes me at the touch of a freezing icy object on my right nipple. I was too lost in my hazy state to notice the ice-cube he took out of the bowl and he’s now gyrating on my sensitive bud taking his time. The wild contrast with my burning skin makes me squeal, and he chuckles. The need to take my hands off the bedrest and utilize them to force his body on mine is essentially unbearable, but his warning was clear and I can’t risk it.

His fingers leisurely move the about melted ice-cube down from my breast and then lead it to do the same thing to my other one. Since I can’t use my hands or legs to relieve myself, only one thing is left for me to do; I moan. Hell, I almost scream.

His eyes shine with victory as he takes one more cube, places it between the swell of my breasts and lets it slide towards my navel, while his other hand reaches for something else that I can’t see. Completely surrendered to him, I almost come undone when it slaps my clit with a hot wet towel, the big temperature difference stimulating me more than I ever thought possible.

“Don’t you dare cum, rogue,” his stern voice commands.

I know what his words imply. His eyes demand me to yield, to submit to him, promising me pleasure beyond imagination if I do. But can I? Despite being the one who started this today, my pride and my need clash violently inside me. I’m torn in two pieces, each of which is too strong to subside and let the other prevail.

I guess my internal battle is more obvious than I’d have wished. For a quick second, he halts all his movement and his silver glance pins me down with its adamant intensity. The Alpha in him is out on the surface and he won’t back off till he gets what he wants. Despite all my strength and my abilities, his mere silver glare exercises such a strong voltage that leaves me putty in his arms, like a lost kitten begging for a single touch. My pride has officially been discarded. I can’t hold back. I need him, and I’m ready to give him anything to get him to fulfill his dark promises.

“Just say the words…”

He leans down, dangerously close. His lips fondle the skin around my navel, where the remnants of the small icy bit are leaking to my sides, while his hands resume their torture on my legs, moving further away from where I need them and stroking everywhere. Then, he takes my knees and brings them further up so that my lower body is somewhat raised and his palm can cup my butt. Every sane thought flies away as he reaches my bellybutton and suddenly his tongue brushes against it in one single flick. At the same time, his fingers push on my ass cheeks, his erection unmistakably poking into my inner thigh. I shriek and tremble, my breathing coming out ragged and my own moans sounding so needy that they seem foreign to my own ears.
“Oh, fuck…” is all I can utter, and my hands squeeze the bar even harder. But he doesn’t stop, and neither does he speed up. He holds his tempo steady, not giving me any time to catch my breath. If he was to touch my core, I guess he’d find it dripping wet. I can feel the wetness and I know he can smell it, too.

“Oh, fuck.. Please… Please… Please” I mumble, finally breaking down and starting to beg him.

The impact of my words is immediate as his lips twitch in what would most likely be an evil grin, but his tempo still doesn’t change.

“Please what, my rogue?” his voice isn’t as steady any more. He’s more affected than he lets show, but still he’s in total control here. I need to put my pieces together again and get more vocal, if I want to reach my high.

“I… I need you… please take me, Alpha.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth than I sense him move quicker than I can perceive in my current state and before I even have a moment to inhale, he’s filling me, bottoming his member inside me with so much force that I can’t help a sharp gasp leaving my lips. It’s been quite a while since our last time and my core wasn’t ready for such a brutal, deep thrust. A quick flash of worry passes from his eyes, but before I’m even sure I saw it, it’s already gone.

As soon as he senses my walls relaxing under him, his true assault begins. I knew he’s an animal when it comes to sex, but nothing could have prepared me for what came my way. I thought I had learned his ways after the heated night before my trial in his pack. Back then too, I had tested his limits, and he had taken out all his pent up agony and tension on my body. Still, I happily accepted all he had to give me as a means to deal with my own intense emotions that I couldn’t handle.

But that is in the past… Now is something else. Months of hiding from him, without him being able to have any news of his mate has built up a monster inside of him, that was all ready and eager to pounce on me the moment he saw me and devour all of me right there and then. Still, the circumstances and his plan on how to find me didn’t allow this, and what came next only made things worse. Until tonight, that is… And now this avenging dark angel has unleashed all his might, not caring to hold back anything any more. Thrust after thrust, he’s decided to teach me a lesson and make me understand that no matter how fast I run, I can never hide from him. He’ll always catch up and punish me for denying that I belong there with him, by his side in daytime and under him during the nights.

I used to think of myself as a sexually experienced woman, but maybe I was wrong. I might as well have been a teenage girl with a crush on a more mature man, since I practically came for the first time only a couple of minutes after his savage plunge began. If it surprised him, he didn’t show it. He only carried on undeterred, as if in a rave, showering me with more orgasms than my already too sensitive body could take.

Stuck somewhere between reality, ecstasy and the raging darkness threatening to consume me, he alternates his rhythm again. His strong arm moves under my leg, shifting it and placing it on his shoulder, while the other one stays down, so that I’m stretched very open to him. From this angle, he hits a unique spot inside me. His thrusts come slower, very sensual and too deep. As the last act in our primitive play is reaching its peak, it’s the final straw in my restraint over Ellie. Just one little step before fainting from overstimulation. She pushes violently to gain control, and I’m too weak to keep her back.
Like a spectator in my own body, I feel my gums itch and swell, my fangs protruding before fully elongating and finding their rightful spot where his neck meets his shoulder and sink deep, as Ellie finally claims her mate, who just took her to heaven and back…