Soulmates

Red lights - Part 1

The ordeal with the Omegas had made Chris even more protective of me. He felt terrible for not having been there to prevent the wound that would now mark my skin forever. Guilt consumed him. He even protected me from himself...

Since the imprinting, my desire for him had become impossible to control at every cycle. I did not understand why he felt he had to isolate himself in a cabin until it stopped. Every time it was a challenge for me, despite the others' constant attention. I was angry at him for leaving me that way during those times, for not facing and accepting what we were — soulmates. Soulmates who could not control their biological needs.

Chris has now been gone for 2 days. I miss him. I can feel his absence in the tiniest parts of my skin. And it hurts. It is so intense I cry at night, as if I had been cut off from some drug. I hate feeling like that and seeing myself like that. I toss and turn in my bed, wrapped up in his sweater. His scent wakes desire deep inside of me. I feel a pleasant sensation in my lower belly. I want him so bad. I inhale deeply and slide my fingers between my legs. I close my eyes and let delicious pleasure rise from my fingers and spread within me, imagining it is his that are touching me. I bite my lips thinking about his full ones. About his strong back. I let out a first sigh as my mind focuses on the lines on his belly. On his hands — so soft. A first wave of pleasure rises in me as I picture myself running my fingers through his hair. My breathing gets faster. I bite down on my hand to swallow back a moan. A second wave overwhelms me, stronger and more intense as his tender smile appears in my mind and my fingers press harder on the most sensitive part of me. A delicious warmth spreads through my body and my face. Our bond starts throbbing. I take hold of it as the orgasm washes over me and I send him everything I feel. All of my desire. My body tenses and arches with a new orgasm as I feel his own sensations sent back to me. I know he has touched himself too. I press my head inside his pillow, out of breath. Desire doesn't go away. A storm is raging outside and suddenly I hear a howl. Chris. I do not hesitate. Without wearing anything other than his sweater and my underwear, I rush out. It's nighttime and thunder rumbles but I'm not scared. My desire is too strong. I close my eyes. Rain trickles down my face. Our bond guides me. I know where I have to go. The closer I get, the faster I walk. When I make out a large dark shape with two red eyes in the distance, I start to run towards it.

"Chris!"

I see him turn back into a human just as I throw myself into his arms. Our mouths meet. Finally. I can feel his tongue playing with mine.

"Y/N... You drive me crazy..."

His voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper. I stare into his red eyes.

"What about me? Can't you feel how turned on I am?"

While kissing him, I take his hand and guide it to my lower belly, swollen and wet.

"Touch me, Chris..." I whisper in his ear.

His chest trembles with a low growl and he pushes me against a tree. It's raining harder now. I don't know if I'm shaking because of cold or desire. His fingers slide under the fabric and start stroking softly while he kisses my neck. I moan quietly when his touch becomes more precise, and skilled. His mouth replaces his fingers all of a sudden. I'm so surprised I almost fall down but he places one of my legs over his shoulder. It gives him easier access between my legs and he holds me firmly. He tastes the very center of me, with relish. I bite my lips and run my fingers through his wet hair. The only thing left in me is pleasure and his warm tongue won't give me any respite. It stays on my clitoris a little longer. I can barely breathe. My eyes get blurry. I throw my head back and hold on to his hair as my body arches and shivers run up and down my skin. A cry escapes my lips. The orgasm drains me and I collapse in his arms. He holds me against him, lifts me and takes me inside. In the cabin, he lays me down delicately on the bed. His smell, so unique during these times and so strong in the air, wakes the fire in my lower belly once again. I bring him to me, take off his soaked sweater and throw it on the ground. We are naked. Wet. Burning with desire.