Angel's Fate

phone call

Angel

I can hear music and a dull roar of voices from the ground floor. The party should be in full swing by now. I should be down there, mingling with the guests. This was my party after all. I've been in my bed, desperately hugging a pillow with James' shirt slipped over it. My wolf, Alina, was depressed from the moment James left pack territory. I hear that the feeling isn't a bad, once you are marked. But, James didn't stick around long enough to finish the job.

I look over at the pretty black dress, dangling from a hook on the back of my bedroom door. Mocking me. If he wasn't here, what was the point in wearing it? What was the point of anything?

My phone rings, I almost don't want to answer it. Then I see his name light up the screen. I let out a little girlish squeal an sit up. Still clutching the pillow to my chest.

"Hello?"

I do my damnedest to sound casual.

"Angel, what's wrong?"

I want to cry when I hear his voice filled with concern. Of course he'd know something was wrong. Stupid mate bond.

"I just...I miss you."

Why the hell did I have to admit that? Now he thinks im some love sick puppy...

But, that is exactly what I was, wasn't it?

"I thought you would be at the party. I should have called sooner, but I've been driving..."

"It's okay. I haven't gone downstairs yet."

"Isn't it a little odd to throw a party for yourself and not show up? What is it? You can talk to me, Angel."

"I don't know. Since you left, I've been...sad. I think it's the mate bond. I just feel sorry for myself."

I hear a sharp intake of breath. Then an exhale.

"Me too, baby. If it wasn't for Adrian..."

"I know. You don't have to explain it. It just sucks. I wish you were here."

It felt good to be able to say what I felt. Even better to know that he understood and even felt the same.

"Go down and enjoy the party. Send me pictures, then call me tonight and tell me all about it."

"Okay, I will. But if I don't like it I won't stay."

"That is all I ask. I'm fixing to have to go..."

"Oh..James. Will you mark me when you get back?"

I desperately wished there wasn't so much hopefulness in my voice. I can't help that. This felling of emptiness was almost too much to bare. He sighs into the phone.

"We can talk about that when I get back. I don't know if you're ready for all of that. It's not just marking its..."

"s*x?"

"Fucking...Very rough...very hard f*****g. There is a lot I need to prepare you for before we do...that."

I let out a shuddering breath at his words. I clench my thighs, trying to relieve some of the ache I feel in my throbbing core.

"You know, I am thinking about earlier. I still smell you on my skin...I wish we were doing it again right now."

My hand slips beneath the hem of my panties as I speak. Letting out a whimper when my fingers graze my swollen c**t.

"Angel, what are you doing right now?"

I can hear the lust in his gravely voice.

"Mmmm...thinking about you."

My other hand goes beneath my shirt to pinch at my n****e. It is still sensitive from his foreplay earlier. I moan a little too loudly into the receiver.

There is a whole bunch of movement and muffled noises on his end of the line for about a minute.

"You almost caused me to make a scene in a gas station parking lot."

I smile into the phone.

"I am touching my pussy...wishing it was your your hands all over me."

I hear him groan into the phone. His breathing is a bit labored.

"James, are you..."

"Yes. Keep going. Daddy needs to hear you cum."

I let out another moan. This was so dirty. And I loved it. Calling himself that did strange things to me. I've heard of guys wanting to be called that in bed. If that's what he wanted...

I pick up speed. My body feeling like an inferno. My hips are bucking off the bed. I no longer care about anyone hearing me.

"Ohmygod...Daddy...Im going to cum..."

I don't recognize my own voice anymore. Wanton and desperate and needy.

"That's it, baby girl...Im so close..."

I feel myself hanging on by a thread as I climb closer and closer towards my release.

Then, it snaps.

"Oh..fuck...daddy..yes!"

I am free falling.

Crying out desperately when I finally reach orgasm.

I lay there in sated bliss. My body feels drained. But I feel a new sense of giddiness. That was so naughty. I had never thought about doing that.

But with him...

The sound of James' muffled voice brought my attention back to the phone. I must've dropped it.

"Angel?"

"Sorry...i dropped the phone."

My cheeks flame. Im glad he wasn't here to see it.

"You are incredible. That was...unexpected."

"Sorry, I couldn't help it. I just..."

"Don't apologize. You have not idea how bad I needed that."

I laugh awkwardly.

"Oh, I can imagine."

"I made a mess.

"If you were here, I would have your on your knees, cleaning up the mess with your mouth. You are such a dirty little girl."

Another bolt of electricity shoots through my core.

"If you keep saying things like that, I will never go downstairs."

I hear a low growl through the phone.

"I need to go. Send me some pictures. I will be driving for a few more hours before we stop again. I want to call you again. It'll be late."

"I'll wait for you."

I finally hang up the phone and go to get ready. I only get as far as putting on my thong underwear. Seeing the matching bra sitting in the drawer gave me an idea.

I slip into the lacy little garment, go to kneel on my bed, and snap a couple of, what I hoped are sexy pictures. Then take a deep breath before hitting send.

I don't wait for the response. I plug it on to charge and quickly get ready to go. I'd already missed most of the party.