ADELINE
The sun blaring through the windows made me groan as I tried to open my eyes. When I moved, the slight twinge of pain in between my legs immediately reminded me of what had happened last night.
Braxton and I had sex.
When I finally rubbed the sleep from my eyes and managed to open them up, I immediately found myself searching for him next to me. But the bed was empty. Just like yesterday morning.
I let out a huff of frustration before turning to grab my phone on the bedside table. Glancing at the time I see it's 8:34am. The thought to delve back into sleep tempts me, but I force myself to push the blankets off my body instead.
I need a shower.
When I reach the bathroom, I pull open the glass shower door and turn the hot water on. I avoid looking at myself in the mirror, knowing for a fact that I look a mess. Then I remove one of Braxton's shirts that I had worn to sleep last night.
Stepping into the shower, the warmth of the water engulfs me instantly. I lean into to the heat, closing my eyes. After a few minutes of standing there, I finally pull myself from laziness and wash my hair.
Just as I finish rinsing the conditioner out, I can sense Braxton in the room. He doesn't say anything and neither do I. When I hear the door and open and shut, I keep my feet planted, facing the wall in front of me.
He's behind me only a moment later. His fingertips graze my hipbones before his palms fully press against my lower stomach, pulling me back against his chest. I find myself leaning into the embrace, tilting my head back until it meets his shoulder. My hands fall to rest on top of his, our fingers intertwining slightly.
He dips his head into the crook of my neck and then asks, "When did you wake up?"
"About 10 minutes ago." I murmur back. "Where were you?"
"Something came up, I had to leave a couple hours ago. I had pack members patrolling the house while I was gone."
I feel the space between my brows shrink as I scrunch them together. He'd been gone for hours?
"What was it?" I ask, trying to turn around to face him, but his grip tightens and he keeps my body exactly where it was.
"Nothing for you to worry about." His lips lightly graze over the skin of my shoulder as he responds.
I can feel the length of him pressing against my lower back, growing hard. But I choose to ignore it as I say, "Tell me."
I can feel him smile against my neck before one of his hands trails down in between my legs.
"Later." He whispers into my ear as one of his fingers dips into my slit.
I suck in a breath, feeling heat rush to my core at his touch. His finger finds the pool of wetness there and then trails back up to find my clit where he immediately starts making small circles. I feel my eyes daze over, his tempting touch consuming me. My head tilts back even more, the action completely subconscious.
"Braxton.." I trail off, not even able to complete a sentence. To be honest I don't know if I'm protesting or encouraging him at this point.
"Hmm?" He questions back.
His other hand then comes up to palm my breast, playing with my nipple in between his rough fingertips. I can't stop the moan that comes from the back of my throat. His fingers, touching the most sensitive areas of my body—it's all too much, yet somehow not enough at the same time.
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The Alpha's Witch
Werewolf"I want to claim you right here, so you know you're mine." His nose lightly traced a line down to the base of my neck. He placed a soft kiss on my skin there, showing me exactly where he meant. My breath hitched in my throat. My fingers were still...
