Wolf Queen (The Fate of Berrilium)

Chapter 22 - The beginning of the end

Chapter 22 – The beginning of the end

My feet shuffle against the ground as the last bits of fuzziness leaves my mind. Waking up earlier had been a surprise to all of us. None of us seemed to remember how we got to sleep. There was only the feeling of contentment, a load that had been weighing on us just floated away. I remember the pixies, their lights and colors. I remember their leader, but after that everything goes a bit hazed.

My eyes flicker to the left of me and I catch Jake staring my way, as he's been doing for the past hour we've been walking. Strangely, I didn't mind. I look away quickly as my heart gallops inside my chest. I rub at my chest feeling our bond tugging on my heart in earnest. Jake has been short of being glued to my side, all morning. I didn't move away, the need to be close to him, almost consuming.

My eyes flick over again, eying his face. I watch his long lashes flutter as he blinked. I watched the hard edge of his angled jaw, and my lips part. Once again, his eyes catch mines. My mouth opens, wanting to tell him off, to yell in frustration and in hate, but it's as if none of that has ever existed. All of that harbored hate and hurt is no longer dwelling inside me. The only thing filling its place is an uncontrollable need, along with a sixteen-year-old love-sick girl. My wolf suddenly pushes me closer to Jake, almost forcefully. Without much thought my feet shuffle closer to him, just an inch maybe, but then he moves too, and now our arms brush, and its fireworks through my body.

I keep walking, my eyes flickering over to Jake every few seconds. For the first time in such a long time, I feel the urge to be impossibly close to my mate. The need becomes almost unbearable. Heat pools inside of my belly, and a shiver races up my spine. Common sense flees and I welcome sanity. I pause, and turn to look at Jake. His pupils are wide, dilated, filled with lust. I am not sure how long we stand there staring at each other. It could have been a minute, a second, a fucking lifetime, my mind couldn't comprehend it.

Somewhere inside me, I hear the voice of reason but it's so easy to ignore, this time. Too easy. I grab his hand, and its fire. Flames lick at my fingertips, and carries itself up my arm, flowing all over my body, touching me in places that have never felt this pleasure. I gasp and tug on Jake's hand. There was no hesitation from him. We start out with a brisk walk, in a direction unknown, then it's a jog, and suddenly it's an all-out sprint. The others forgotten in our haste. I just needed him, without the scent of others. My chest heave, and I slow. It happens as soon as we both stop, the explosive desire. My back hits a tree, unsure of where my pack went, and lips press against my own. Jake and I both groan. This kiss, it's not like the others. No, it is, but it is not. It is possession itself. It is love, conquering. Goddess, I don't know. I don't know anything but his lips. His tongue tangles with my own. We taste each other, delving into the pleasure of each other's mouths. My legs are wrapped firmly around Jake's waist, and with a roll of his hips, I see stars. His hardened length meets my center, and I feel my toes curl. Pleasure like this should not exist.

I roll my hips, aching for more friction. Jake moans, and the sound causes my stomach to quiver. I tug his hair, my hands constantly combing through it. Our frantic hands touch and feel, and suddenly my back is no longer against the hard bark of the tree. I feel the softness of flowers beneath me, as Jake lays me down. Our movements, once frantic suddenly slows, but the intense heat is still there, rising higher and higher. My hands rove over Jake's body and I remove his shirt, and he removes mines.

My bra leaves me next, and then his pants. Jake pauses and looks down at my bare breasts. I thrust them skywards, Feeling the need for his hands on me there. His gaze on me causing an avalanche of pleasure to seep between my legs.