Chapter 42 Initiating Intimacy
THIRD PERSON’S POV
“Are you hurt somewhere?” Ericson placed Angelica on the couch of the guest house she was living in.
She looked into his brown orbs, which had lightened and looked like they were about to glow.
For some reason, the fear and uneasiness she felt earlier dissipated when he held her close.
It was almost as if his body was releasing some kind of intoxicating pheromones that were calming her hormones and anxiousness.
“No,” Angelica said after some time.
Ericson cupped her cheeks, placing his forehead on hers.
“I am sorry. I am sorry that you had to go through all this. We should've been mindful of your safety. This is our fault. Please –” Ericson started speaking.
However, before he could complete his sentence, Angelica pulled away and placed her fingers on his mouth to stop him.
Ericson paused, gazing into her eyes, which looked soft, pure, and enchanting.
“It's okay. It isn't your fault I was running in the forests. Shit happens all the time,” Angelica smiled.
Her smile was angelic, but what captivated him most was her eyes.
Even though she was just a human, her brown eyes were beautiful, almost like those of a cat.
“I don't know what I would've done if anything had happened to you,” Ericson said breathlessly, trying to control his alpha wolf, who wanted to meet his mate.
He held her hands between his, massaging her knuckles with his thumb, looking at her veins, and listening to her increasing heartbeat, which was like music to his ears.
Angelica, wanting to lighten up the mood, smirked at him.
“Is that so? What would you have done?” She asked, teasing him with a knowing smile.
Ericson raised his head and looked at her dead in the eyes.
“I would've personally hunted all those rogue wolves and brought them to your feet, an offering I am willing to offer before my goddess,” Ericson said.
Angelica's heart thumped at his choice of words.
She turned her head, the intensity of his gaze scaring her a little.
“Don't look away from me. " Ericson gently grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
Angelica gulped. A voice inside her head screamed at her to kiss those luscious lips, and that was exactly what she intended to do.
Without thinking twice, she leaned forward and placed her lips on his.
Ericson froze in his place for a few seconds. This was the first time Angelica was initiating intimacy with them. However, he quickly reacted as soon as he snapped out of his thoughts.
He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close, reciprocating her kiss with an even higher urgency.
Their lips moved in sync as Angelica let go of all the thoughts for once and enjoyed the moment.
His hot hands moving on her body compelled her to sin, to remove her clothes at once and have the feeling of those rough hands on her body.
“Mm,” Angelica moaned in the kiss, pulling herself close to the man, rubbing her pssy onto his crtch involuntarily as she felt a dull ache, the need to be filled.
Her chest rubbed on Ericson's chest, her hands moving in his hair like they belonged there, like they knew they had the right to this man.
Ericson, unable to control himself when she was advancing on him like a dose of aphrodisiac, raised his hands and started kneading her brasts.
“Ah,” A moan left Angelica's mouth, and it was more than enough for Ericson to push his tongue inside her mouth.
As soon as Angelica tasted Ericson's savoring taste, she felt like melting then and there.
Dylan, who had followed them, stopped at the gateway as he noticed what was going on the couch.
He didn't feel jealous.
Instead, seeing Angelica in such a passionate kiss with his brother, he looked down at his manhood that was erected, wanting some action.
Dylan took a deep, shaky breath. Because of the bond with his brother, he was getting a gist of what Ericson felt, and he wanted to be on the receiving end. He wanted to pleasure his mate, too.
He turned around and closed the door, telling Ericson to take Angelica to their bedroom while the lust for him still consumed her.
Ericson, who was interrupted, scrunched his brows.
He didn't know if this was the right time, but given how well Angelica responded to his advances, he wouldn't lie; he wanted to take this risk, too.
Ericson nodded at his brother and lifted Angelica, not leaving her mouth as he drank her. He kissed her like there was no tomorrow.
He was kneading her brasts earlier from above her top, but as he ascended the stairs, Angelica's back hitting the wall, he couldn't control himself anymore. His hand reached out for her top before he yanked it, exposing her chest that was barely hidden by that lace bra.
As soon as he saw the lace bra, his eyes darkened. He raised his head to look into Angelica's shy yet confident eyes.
“Damn it, mi Amore. You surely know how to keep me on my toes,” Ericson fumbled with the door knob before he walked inside the room and threw her on the bed.
Angelica bounced on the bed, the lust evident in her eyes as she raked her gaze on Ericson's hot body.
He liked this kind of attention from his woman.
Since he was already bare chest earlier, Ericson looked down at the nail marks his woman left on his chest just when kissing him.
It almost looked like the claws of a she-wolf who was in heat and wanted to mate, and the thought of Angelica taking both of them at the same time made his manhood throb in pain.
Yes. He was in pain. He has been in pain since the day he met Angelica, the kind of pain that would be only released when he pushed inside the deepest area of her body that was meant for them only. It was the kind of pain that would only be released when he would fill her with his seed, and she would moan and beg for more.
And when she would beg for more, he would give her the best pleasure in the world.
“Are you wearing lace panties too?” Ericson asked, his throat getting dry just at the thought.
Angelica blushed at the thought of Ericson tearing her pants and looking at her laced panties; then again, it wasn't like it would be something he hadn't seen before.
“Do you want to check yourself?” Angelica asked.
She didn't know what compelled her to be bold and brazen before him. All she knew was that every emotion he claimed he had for her felt real when he said he would've killed all the wolves for her and called her a goddess.
She wasn't a sucker for compliments, but the way his eyes spoke that promise, she wanted to trust him.
She wanted to trust him with herself.
“You should not say such bold words, my love,” Angelica’s head snapped to the room entrance, her gaze widening when she saw Dylan standing there, a knowing smirk on his face.