Chapter 5
1890 Words
It is only Sunday, but it's easy enough to convince my parents I'm returning to school to study.
I pack my stuff but make sure to take my time doing it.
I'm not ready to give Judah the satisfaction of being on time, let alone early.
I meet him at nine-fifteen, and he rolls his eyes as he mumbles “let’s go, you’re late”.
Even at nine in the morning, he looks gorgeous.
His black hair is messily styled into a bun.
He's wearing a black v-neck tee with ripped blue wash jeans.
His olive skin looks delectable, and it takes all my self control not to run my hand along his back muscles shaped so nicely in his casual tee as he leads the way through the trees.
I bite my lip, attempting to hide my lustful thoughts as I follow along, looking around desperately for any distraction, but my eyes always seem to fall back on him.
When we finally reach the cabin, he opens the door for me to go inside first.
But the moment I drop my bags, he pushes me against the wall, nuzzling into my neck as he places his knee between my thighs, spreading them apart, his hands on my waist.
I bite my lip again, so hard this time I taste blood.
He inhales my scent deeply and kisses my neck once softly “why resist when I can smell your sweet desire so strongly?” he whispers.
Then he backs up just enough to lock eyes with me.
I glare.
I try to push him away but he catches my hands and pins them above my head.
I try to loosen his grip but he's too strong.
He closes the distance between our bodies so he is pressed against me now, and I gasp at our sudden closeness.
I can feel each of his muscles as he breathes beside me, causing hot tingles to vibrate across my chest as my heart races, my breathing becoming heavy, almost panting.
He releases one of my hands, moving his hand to gently wipe the blood from my lip with his thumb.
I watch him intently, his eyes never leaving mine as he sucks the blood from his finger.
Then he looks down, surveying my body as it betrays me, leaning into him.
His stupid smirk returns as he inhales once more before stepping back and releasing me.
“ Don’t worry little mate, nothing is going to happen until you ask”.
My body whimpers at the loss of his touch, yearning for me to close the distance between us as Hope howls, pleading for the same.
I take a slow, deep breath before looking back at him, regaining my sense now there is some distance between us.
“I hope you enjoy waiting then, cause that ain’t gonna happen”, I rebut crossing my arms over my chest, attempting to hide my needy n*****s. They too angry at the loss of his touch.
He inhales the air again. “ Your lips say one thing but your body clearly says another” he continues to smirk as he eye fu*ks me.
I feign a scoff as I drag myself away, desperately needing to put more distance between us “where is my room?”.
He leads the way up the stairs to what I’m guessing is the guest room. He then points just across the hall. “I’m in there, you know, just in case you need me” he smiles teasingly before turning to descend the stairs once more.
Without a word, I enter the guest room and slam the door behind me.
I lean back against the door and try, unsuccessfully, to calm my breathing.
He has a power over me, but once alone, my senses slowly return to me.
Even if I could accept him, I could never accept being a Luna, a life dedicated to pack work, planning parties and then, most importantly, providing heirs.
I shiver.
I have plans and they do not include early pregnancy, I tell myself firmly.
I go into the bathroom and shower.
Attempting to ease the tension in my body, I pleasure myself.
My thoughts filled with images of Judah, scenarios my mind and wolf beg to be in.
I c*m quickly at the thought of being under him, being possessed by him.
Because as much as I hate it, under it all, I am a submissive wolf, not an Alpha.
The tension in my body now slightly eased, I get dressed again and head down stairs.
Judah is sitting at the table going over papers when I walk in.
Without lifting his head, he asks “ You‘re not going to make this easy on me, are you little mate?”.
“What do you mean?” I ask, utterly confused of what I've done.
He looks up, dark eyes connecting with mine as he replies softly “I’m an Alpha, I could hear your sweet moans from down here, along with your scent trickling down the stairs”.
My eyes widened as I take a step back, fu*k.
He takes another deep breath before gliding his eyes back down at his papers.
I'm surprised, confused.
Most wolves would not have been able to resist hearing their mate like that. Maybe our bond isn’t as strong as I thought.... or maybe it isn't as strong for him...
Sensing my confusion, Judah lets out a soft laugh “ Oh don’t you worry yourself little mate, it took everything I had not to rip the door from its hinges. Trust me, I want you.”
Relief. Why does his words fill me with such.... relief?
He smirks again, looking up at me “just as you do me”.
“I don’t want you”, I argue an obvious lie.
“Care to explain then?” he points upstairs where I have just been, his usual smirk lingering on his lips.
“That was stress relief” I say firmly, but my hands fidget at the lie.
Why couldn’t I be a better liar?
He gets up from the table and with giant steps closes the distance between us.
With each step he takes I in turn take one back, but it's useless. His giant form distracting me enough not to notice I've backed up against the couch and then quickly fallen over it, laying down on it now instead.
Judah positions himself on top of me, a hand on either side of me as he leans in.
“ Well, if you ever need help with some stress relief you need only ask” he purrs against my skin.
I push his chest, desperate to gain some space between us but he doesn’t move, eyes gazing into mine.
Feeling the hot tingles on my fingers, I can’t help but allow my hands to roam, softly caressing and tracing over the definition of his strong chest and shoulders.
They make their my way up to his face. I trace his features, his forehead, his cheek, his strong jaw, ending on his sweet lips.
I want to kiss them, make them mine, but the thought of how many women have thought that before stops me.
I pull back my hands and ask the question that has been whirling around in my head ever since I found out he's mine, “how many?”.
His brow furrows “how many what?”.
I look down, ashamed, but I need to know, “how many women?”.
He cups my cheek, bringing my gaze back to his “they meant nothing and I will be with no one now I have you”.
His words, his sweet words are almost enough, my eyes darting between his and his lips.
Its hard, all so hard, but somehow I manage to push his hand away as I ask again“ How many?.....I need to know”.
He sighs before looking down as he groans “I don't know for sure, maybe around seventy... eighty?”.
I gulp. Eighty.
I stutter but continue, my need for answers too strong,“di... did you love any of them?”.
He cups my cheek again, pulling my eyes back to his.
“ No, I may have thought so at the time with one but now I know I wasn’t”.
I unconsciously lean into his touch, enjoying the warmth of his skin against mine.
“ How many were girlfriends?” I continue my questioning as my eyes closed, leaning further into the pleasure, the sweet fire his, and only his touch brings.
He sighs but I insist, opening my eyes to look straight into his. “Please, I need to know”.
“Okay.... okay, three. The rest were either one-night stands or occasional fu*ks. Mostly from other packs, I tried not to get involved within my own pack hoping one day I would meet you” he answers begrudgingly.
“Nice to know you thought of me” I scoff, leaning back from his touch before he retracts his hand altogether.
“I waited a long time for you, Poppy, there was a part of me that had started to accept it would never happen. I also spent a lot of my time training and fighting. It became a habit to, as you call it, ‘stress relief’ with meaningless fu*ks. I have also traveled to many packs, looking for you. When I didn’t find you ... Okay enough about me. How many wolves?”
I scoff, looking down, a little embarrassed now, “you really want to know?”.
He groans, “No.... but I need to, just as you do. Can’t promise I’ll be friendly if I ever meet one of them though”.
“I know the feeling” I agree, looking back to him with a small smile.
“So...?” He asks again.
I sigh, I consider a lie just to get a rise out of him, to pay him back for the hurt his endeavors cause me but I decide against it. He's being honest with me, he deserves the same respect.
“None”.
His eyebrows instantly furrow, head tilting as he asks “You’ve never had s*x with anyone?”.
I look away, not wanting to look at him as I reply “I’ve never kissed anyone, let alone had s*x”.
“Poppy, you’re a beautiful she-wolf, there’s no need to lie. I won’t kill them or anything” he encourages with a slight laugh.
My eyes close, tongue licking along my teeth as I sigh "I didn’t want my firsts to be wasted with teenage flings. I was waiting for something real, not necessarily my mate but more...”.
I can feel his shock, followed by his sadness,"I'm sorry, so sorry Poppy".
My eyes open to find his already staring down at me.
"So not one?" he confirms.
"Not one" I confirm, a slight smile forming on his lips.
"Happy there are you?" I snide.
"Maybe a little" he shrugs, "Don't have to kill anyone now" goofy smile in place now and this time I can't help but laugh.
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