Hidden Essence Book I - The Bloody Moon

Chapter XXVI

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After I have helped the pack cleaning up the majority of the house and I've carried a few bodies to the pack grave yard a little further in the forest, I headed back to the villa to find him. I haven't seen him around since the talk I had with George. I wonder where he left off to and why he left without saying anything. Did something upset him? Maybe he was just tired.

As I walk up the stairs to the top floor, I hear the sound of a shower. I walk through the hallway and stop in front of the bathroom door. The floor is covered by paw prints. He's in there. What do I do? Something in me wants to go in, but I can't do that, right? That would be weird and rude, mostly weird. I can't stop my hand from wrapping itself around the doorknob though. I hesitate for another marginally small second before I open the door and enter the very steamy bathroom. This place is a sauna, how hot is the water he is showering with exactly? Wait. I'm in the bathroom, which means that he is standing right behind the curtain in front of me, naked, and wet. That does something to my stomach and to my neck. It makes me want to rip something off. My hands instantly grasp around my already ripped shirt and tear it off of my body. I don't know what is going on, but somehow the heat of the bathroom is consuming every cell I own, making me crave for only one thing. Him.

I get rid of my shredded clothes and I also do not forget to strip out of my underwear. Lust and whatever other scent is hanging in the air invade my senses and I move my nude self towards the shower. The curtain opens by itself and he appears in front of me as I had imagined him in my most secret fantasies. When his blue eyes meet mine a smirk is exchanged and they switch to their bright yellow color.

That little detail triggers what needs to be triggered in me and I quickly make my way into the shower and push my lips flush against his, not wasting one second. His hands slide themselves around my waist and pull me close against his muscular body as our tongues dance with each other to their own magical music. Oh how I dreaded this moment for so long, but how much I am enjoying it right now. Tiny droplets of hot, almost burning, water hit my skin as my incredibly hot mate kisses me like it was the last thing he would ever do. The sweet taste of his tongue weakens me and my silent moans resound through the acoustic of the small bathroom. He suddenly twists us around literally pounding my body against the wall, making me groan in slight pain, but the unpleasant feeling is quickly gone when his lips touch the mark he left on my neck when he bit me. I unexpectedly moan pretty loudly when he starts sucking at it. This feels like orgasming, but so much more intense. My fingers curl around the roots of his brown hair and I push his face deeper into the crook of my neck. The sensation is way too much to handle as I whine and moan repeatedly while his mouth is working the magic on that sweet spot.

Why did I try my best to avoid this? How dumb exactly was I to not let him touch me, to push him away everytime he tried to get closer to me? What about him scared me so much? "I'm... so sorry." I breathe in between moans and his mouth pulls away from my neck so he can look straight into my eyes. A confused frown lies above his yellow pair. "Sorry about what?" He questions and I control my breathing first before replying. "That I pushed you away so many times, that I hurt you because I was a chicken." I explain quietly and his hand cups my chin a bit roughly and he bumps his forehead against mine. "You could strangle me with a silver whip and I would still love you until my heart stops beating." He whispers against my lips and his words nearly make me melt. That is the most beautiful thing someone has ever said to me. He loves me. He genuinely does. What do I say to that? Oh my goodness, I'm going to ruin moment. I'm going to hurt him again. I don't want to hurt him again, but I don't know what to say. The tingles build up in my stomach and I gulp down the lump in my throat as his yellow eyes pierce my soul against the wall. He wants me to say something. I want to, but I can't. My mouth is taped, I don't know what to do. "Sage, I don't want you to say anything now. My brain is exhausted and all I want is you. No one else, no thoughts, no complicated feelings, no fears, no pain... Just you and me." He sounds desperate when he speaks. His eyes are closed. I can tell he is extremely exhausted. He had a lot on his plate today to say the least. I should grant him what he's wishing for, I owe him that. "Okay. You and me." I say as my hand slides up his bare and wet chest to his neck and gently caresses his cheek. He sighs and leans into my touch and I slowly pull his face to mine so our lips are touching, but we're not kissing. His hands are on my hips and they gradually make their way to my lower back to eventually end on my buttcheeks, squeezing them softly, marking them as his. I want to do something to lick his bottom lip or kiss his neck, to brush my fingertips over his chest, but I am frozen in place because of the gaze he has pointed on me. It makes time stop and enlightens everything. It takes full control over me and there is nothing I can do about it. I can only wait and live through what is going to happen next. His face lowers itself back into my neck and he breathes against the mark, making me moan lightly. It only takes a breath, how in the world? His lips then wrap themselves around my earlobe and suck at it before he mumbles: "Turn around." His raspy voice turns me on and I don't argue with that one and immediately do as he told me to.