Chapter 40
The evening flew by as Evey and I spent hours chatting and catching up. When it was dinner time, we met Abraham in the kitchen, and ate with him and the other wolves that lived in the lodge. He didn’t stray far from my side, and when we finished, he dragged me away as I sent an apologetic look toward Evey. She just smiled, and winked, waving us on.
When Abraham finally had me alone in my room, his lips found me fast, pressing me against the bedroom door, and sending my pulse racing. He slipped his hands beneath my shirt, stroking the skin on my back before reaching down, and grasping my bottom. Lifting me with ease, I wrapped my legs around his waist, tangling our limbs together in what was becoming a familiar dance.
Hands gripping me firmly from underneath, he spun around, and walked us over to the bed, laying me down on top of the covers. His hungry eyes raked my body, from my heaving chest, to my thighs still wrapped around him.
He leaned over, and kissed me again, one hand supported his weight while the other pulled my shirt up. I stretched my arms above my head allowing him to yank it off. Abraham pulled away again, allowing his sharp eyes to take in the skin he’d uncovered.
Part of me wanted to cover up while the rest loved being under his watchful gaze. But, things were unfair as they stood now.
“Shirt,” I panted, “off.”
With a smile, he obeyed my breathless command, revealing his taut stomach, and toned chest. I moaned low in the back of my throat at the site of his naked torso. He leaned back down to capture my lips with his. Another one of his marauding hands found the button of my jeans and flicked it open before slowly sliding the zipper down its track.
With a tug, he pulled my pants off, and I lay there in only my bra and underwear. He once again pulled away to examine the new skin he’d revealed, his eyes darkening with desire.
“Abe,” I panted, my voice needy.
“Yes, baby,” he answered, his eyes still locked on my naked skin.
“Kiss me.”
He nodded with a smile. “Whatever you want, love.” He leaned back down, allowing me to attack his mouth with a ferocity I didn’t know I was capable of. While I threaded my fingers through his thick dark hair, he used both his hands to traverse the parts of me his eyes had already taken in.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against the hollow of my throat. His lips moved further down until they were above the swell of one of my breasts. He kissed, and sucked on the exposed flesh, causing goosebumps to break out across my body. “So fucking delicious,” he grunted.
I was trying to keep myself from combusting. It felt like I’d waited years to be touched by him. To lose myself in the feel of his body pressing mine against the mattress. To enjoy his attention, knowing he’d never do anything to hurt me.
I trust him.
And that was a powerful aphrodisiac for me.
But, I still didn’t want to push it too far. Not yet.
“Abraham,” I gasped as his teeth pulled the cup of my bra down, exposing a single pebbled nipple that hardened further with the exposure to the cool air in the room. “Abe,” I tried again, “No sex. Not yet.”
He shook his head slowly, lips sliding across the tip of my breast, sending warmth through my chest. “No baby. I’m not making love to you yet. But, there’s a whole bunch of things I can do to this body of yours before I do.”
His mouth then captured my straining nipple, licking, and sucking the tip as I gasped, my breaths loud, and embarrassing. He used his teeth, eliciting a deep groan from me, a sound I’d never heard myself make before. His eyes met mine, a satisfied smirk stretched across his sinful mouth. “Oh, you like that, do you?”
I nodded frantically, and he chuckled against my chest, his hot breath blowing against the wet nub, causing a whole new slew of sensations I’d never experienced before. He graced my other breast with a similar treatment while I used one hand to clench the blankets beneath me, and the other to grip his hair. Whether I was trying to pull him closer, or push him away, I’m not sure I knew.
When he’d had his fill of my chest, he turned to my stomach, dragging his wet lips down the middle, stopping to bite or suck any patch of skin that caught his attention. When he made it to my white lace underwear, he stopped, and looked up at me, his eyes clear and concerned.
“Is this okay, baby?”
I nodded jerkily. “Uh huh,” I squeaked, making him smile. His eyes darkened once more, and he leaned down to suck the sensitive skin above my pelvis. My hips jerked against his face, his chuckle dancing across my skin.
“Are you particularly attached to these panties?” he asked as one thick finger traced along the edge, dipping just beneath the fabric.
My overheated brain couldn’t understand what he was staying. Couldn’t make sense of his words. “Huh?”
Abraham didn’t answer, instead, he jerked the hand that was holding the fabric of my underwear, ripping them in half, letting the tattered edges fall to the sides. He groaned at the site of me spread out before him, and I swear my eyes rolled around to the back of my head.
“Abe,” I groaned.
“Yes, baby?” He placed small kisses along the inside of my thighs.
“I… I don’t… I can’t,” I stuttered as my legs shook, both hands clutching the bedspread desperately.
“I know baby, I’m gonna’ make it better.”
His words alone were enough to make me explode.
His rough stubbled grated against my sensitive thighs, and I shivered as the sweet anticipation built deep inside me.
“You know what I’ve been wondering?” he whispered, his hot breath blowing across my wet folds.
“Uh uh,” I stammered.
“I’ve been wondering if you taste as good on the inside, as you do on the outside.”
I moaned long and loud, and he took that opportunity to trace his stiff tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top. My stomach fell through my toes as he lapped at my insides. Soon a finger joined him, and I wasn’t sure I’d make it through this.
“Mmm,” he moaned into my center. “You taste even better than I thought you would.”
I closed my eyes, my legs quaking as the little spark in the pit of my stomach was doused in gasoline, and fanned with palm fronds. “Oh, my god.”
He chuckled against my core, sending a bolt of liquid electricity through me. With long, strong strokes, he dragged me up a hill I don’t think I’d ever been up before. I’d had plenty of orgasms, though most of them self-induced, but this was different. This felt like my whole body would shatter. Once I made it up this hill, I knew I’d have to come down again, and I didn’t know if I’d survive it.
Until now he’d only teased the sensitive button of pleasure between my legs, but suddenly, it was his sole focus.
First he licked, and my toes curled.
Then he nipped at the overheated flesh, and a long guttural moan escaped my lips.
Next he sucked the little bud between his full lips, pulling at the delicate skin before releasing it.
Finally, he rubbed his stubbled chin against the sensitive nub, causing an equal amount of pain, and pleasure, and that was it for me.
I was done.
Shattered.
Obliterated.
I screamed as my body broke apart, and reformed over and over, the waves of pleasure threatening to drown me. Abraham kept a slow, steady pace as I came back down that hill he’d just thrown me over. My whole body shook as I recovered from the most explosive orgasm I’d ever had in my entire life.
Could you even classify that as an orgasm? Had I even known the definition of that word before I met Abraham?
My brain was trying to be too philosophical for my shattered state, and I don’t even think I was making sense. All I knew, was that had been the single most incredible thing I’d ever felt. And, I had this overpowering need to make him feel as good as he’d just made me feel.
“Abe,” I croaked, my throat sore.
Had I been screaming?
I wouldn’t doubt it.
He wiped his face against the inside of my thigh, the coarse stubble sending another pleasurable shot of electricity through my spent body. “Let me,” I said, not able to articulate what I wanted, but I held my arms open, hoping he’d get the idea.
He stood over me, eyes raking my flushed body with a heat that made me quiver.
He could probably make me come just by looking at me.
When he finally met my eyes, he understood what I was asking for, and shook his head, his cheeks reddening adorably. “Ah, there’s no need.” I frowned, waiting for him to explain. “I came in my pants again.” He scratched the back of his head as a grin tipped up one edge of my mouth. “I seem to do that a lot around you.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that flew from my mouth. I felt giddy. High.
He shook his head and crawled up onto the bed next to me. “How was that?” he asked, and somehow his voice sounded uncertain.
What was this man thinking?!
I rolled over to face him. “That was…” I trailed off at a loss for words.
“Good?” he supplied hopefully, and my wide eyes met his.
“Mind blowing,” I corrected.
His smile was slow and self-satisfied, and he deserved it. He placed a small kiss against the side of my face before hopping off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. “Stay,” he called over his shoulder, and I did as he asked.
A minute later, he came back with a wet washcloth, smelling like soap and spearmint. He kneeled between my legs again and gently wiped away the evidence of my arousal. When he finished, he tossed the cloth aside, and grabbed my hand pulling me until I was sitting upright facing him.
His soft eyes roved over my face, his hand reaching out to tuck some hair behind my ear. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed.
I shook my head, but he grasped it between both hands, and kissed my mouth deeply, his tasting like the spearmint he always smelled like. When he had my breathing uneven and my heart racing again, he pulled back a little, and whispered against my lips, “I’ll be right back.”
I nodded and leaned forward to give him another sweet kiss. In his absence, I removed the tattered remains of my underwear and my twisted bra, opting instead for a comfy pair of pajama pants, and an old t-shirt.
When he returned, I was under the covers with one side pulled back awaiting him. He slid between the sheets and pulled me into his arms. “Wanna’ go to our lake tomorrow?”
I turned to face him “Our lake?”
He nodded, pressing a kiss into my hair, and breathing deep. “What’s mine will always be yours.”
His words settled deep in my heart. Quieting a storm that had been raging for years and settling a wildness I hadn’t known needed taming. “I’d love to go to our lake.” Then I added, “But, I’m going to help you pack our lunch so we don’t have to bring one of everything with us again.”
He chucked into my hair. “Okay deal. Night baby,”
I snuggled closer, and was soon lost to a restful, blessedly dreamless sleep.
The next morning, we arrived at breakfast hand in hand, causing more than a couple double takes. The most noticeable being Peyton although hers was accompanied by a fierce scowl.
After breakfast, Abraham pulled me into his arms, and kissed me in front of everyone before leaving me with Evey, who insisted on helping me pick out what I’d wear for our “second date”.
When we finally made it to our lake later on that afternoon, I got to see it for the first time with my new eyesight. From on top of our rock, I could clearly see the Blue Ridge Mountains and all the pine trees that dotted them. Beneath us, the water was so clear, there were places I could see all the way to the bottom. Fish of all sizes swam in, and out of a multitude of plants and other debris that had found their way to the lakebed. I could spend hours watching the life teeming beneath the surface.
Unfortunately, our trip back to the lodge was not as uneventful as the one out here had been. Halfway back, I smelled something that burnt my nose, and curdled my stomach.
“What is that?” I called over the loud engine. Abraham’s shoulders tensed as he revved the engine, propelling us faster through the forest.
“That’s death,” he deadpanned, and my stomach fell. “We need to get back. Now.”
Oh no.
My mind made the connections rapidly as my body shook.
He was back.
He was here.
He’d found me again.