Sacred Honor; Sacred Sin

Chapter 18

Perrin

Lost in my own thoughts, I make my way through the rest of the backwoods trail, catching a glimpse of the training facilities on my way to the infirmary.

My head is swimming. So much has happened in the last 24 hours. Lo’s back, Ethan’s basically in a coma, and the challengers to my Alpha title arrive this afternoon. 

I suddenly wish I had more coffee.

I reach the trailhead at the back of the infirmary parking lot. I have no idea how long it’s taken me to get here. In the rush with my father this morning, I didn’t put on my watch before I left.

I start to make my way around the back of the building when one of the back doors opens. You can’t open them from the outside--they’re used for healers on break or for emergencies only. For the second time that morning, I step slowly behind a clump of trees at the edge of the property. I have no reason to be hiding, but I can’t stifle my surprise when I see who emerges.

Deidre, with sunglasses and a large hat--seriously, what kind of hat does this woman actually think is discrete?--is practically tip-toeing out of the back of the infirmary. Her assistant Sophie, a petite she-wolf, is following closely behind. Both are looking over their shoulders as if they aren’t supposed to be here. 

I don’t get it. Why would the pack Luna need to sneak out the back door of an infirmary?

They don’t see me despite their efforts to be unseen themselves. I watch them pick up the trail I had just left. 

They even walked here? She-wolves in heels will have a sense of determination I will never understand.

I really do need more coffee.

I circle around the front and enter the normal entrance doors and make my way inside.

I check in at the front desk but don’t need an escort to Ethan’s room. I was here less than 8 hours ago.

I find his room and go inside. I’m not sure why but I can’t really take a look at Ethan directly just yet. 

Nothing has really changed since last night. There’s different photos on the walls… maybe x-rays, I’m not too sure. Jaz would know. I circle the room, pretending like I know what the medical equipment is really all about it. 

I realize I just have to face it and finally sit down in the chair that’s appeared overnight next to Ethan’s bed. Sitting down, I realize how tired I still am over the events of the last 24 hours.

Finally raising my eyes to meet Ethan’s face, my heart sinks again. The gashes in his face are slightly less swollen, but still red, bloody, and aggravated. There are fresh bandages over his left eye. I can’t even think about what’s behind the gauze.

His torso is wrapped in what looks like layers of more bandages. The tips of what look like claw marks are still visible towards his shoulders. What kind of creature could do something like this? I can feel my anger sifting to the surface again.

There are two small tubes protruding from under his chest bandages to beeping on the machines. nOne of his arms is in a sling, his foot is in some type of orthopedic boot, and he’s got casts around both wrists.

I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding and sunk lower into the chair.

Wolves heal fast. But not fast enough. And not quick enough to get back into shape for the Sacred Call.

I can’t even believe this. Ethan’s been-- we’ve been-- training our lives for this. Me and Him. I can’t f*****g deal with the thought of not having him by my side. He’s like a brother to me. I don’t get it.

I get lost for a while. Staring at Ethan, oddly sedated by the low *beep* of the heart monitor. I’m not sure how long I’m there, but I turn slightly when the door handle gives a *click* behind my seat. I turn around and see beautiful pink eyes poking out from behind the door frame.

“Oh! I’m sorry Perrin. I didn’t realize you were here.” 

“Kira--” I start to get up. “Come on in--”

“I’ll come back later.”

The door quickly closes.

What was that? She was gone when my father woke me this morning. And for all the people to really understand what I was feeling… Ethan’s twin would clearly know. I just wanted to talk to her.

By the time I made it to the door, she was already gone.

**

It was going to be a long walk back to the packhouse. I grabbed a sandwich from the cafeteria before leaving. I didn’t need to be late for the welcome ceremony this afternoon. Not with everything going on.

I make my way around the back of the building again and make for the trail.

“Perrin?”

Jasmine’s voice carries across the clearing at the back of the building. I turn around.

“Hey! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” She really is. Despite the shapeless scrubs, she had been here last night. She gets it. She doesn’t need an explanation.

She bounces over to me.

“What are you doing here?” I ask her. She laughs at the absurdity of my question, hands roping around my waist. “I had class and I’m on break.” She gives me a megawatt smile. It instantly makes me feel better. I drop the dry sandwich I was holding and hoist her up. She wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck.

I bury my face in her chest. She smells heavenly--not too much like clinical, sterile, healer-stuff yet. Like a fresh shower sometime this morning. Cinnamon, maybe? Whatever it is, it’s totally Jaz. And being enveloped by her right now is exactly what I needed.

“Did you walk here?” I can feel her head swiveling above me, trying to work out why I’m in the back of the building.

“Mmmm” I murmur into her chest. Pressing up against her, I feel the warm contours of her body. She starts to wiggle in my arms.

“Perrin…?” She half giggles, half sounds slightly alarmed.

“I don’t want to talk about Ethan right now.” My voice is gruff as I breathe in her scent. It’s filling my head and I only have one thought right now.

She catches my mood and hops down off my hips. 

Without another word, she leads me by the hand through the back door of the infirmary. Without a word, she steers me confidently into an empty patient room and pushes me inside. Locking the door behind her, she doesn’t turn on the lights. The room has a soft glow through the frosted window to the hallway.

I can see the outline of her, silhouetted against the door. Without hesitation, she turns to me. Her hands reach the hem of her shirt and she peels it over her head. 

Her smooth, olive skin is outlined in perfect, muscular curves. Her breasts are spilling over the top of a thin satin bra, exposing generous cleavage. The fabric of her bra is so thin I can see the faint, dark traces of her nippes just beneath the top of the fabric. My eyes scan her body, hungry for more.

Her thin waist is soon accentuated when she drops her scrubs over her round hips to the floor. Jaz has always had the best ass. Thick, full of muscle--I can barely get it all in my hands. A thin satin thong drapes high on her hips and disappears between her thighs. 

Scanning her body and making my way back up to her face, her almond eyes are set right upon me. Her confidence alone is arousing. She stares expectantly but patiently, allowing me to soak in the sight of her by the soft light of the window.

I can’t stand to be across the room from her anymore. But she doesn’t waste any time.

She’s pressing me up against the patient bed, lips locked on mine. Her thick lips are just a tease on my mouth. I know what they’re capable of. Just thinking about her like that gets me hard. 

She lets out a soft groan. She can clearly feel me rising against her hips through my jeans.

She stops kissing me only long enough for me to lift my arms and grab the hem of my shirt, thrusting it over my head. Her hands attack my biceps and push me back onto the bed.

Before I know it, we’re both on the bed. She’s straddling my hips, but makes quick work of my pants and boxers all the same.

I grab her by the shoulders and turn her underneath me, squeezing her ass in the process. Her eyes bulge slightly as she feels my arousal brush up against her. 

I press my body down into her, lips tracing her n****e through the light fabric. Her n*****s instantly harden at my touch. I flick my tongue and head to the other one, while I graze my hand down her flat stomach to the inches of satin covering her below.

I slide my hand past her stomach inside her. The smooth, damp skin welcomes my fingers. Goddess, she’s already soaking wet.

I coax her slowly with my fingers and feel her press her hips up against me, begging for more. I start to throb in recognition of her need. I can hear her breathing hard against me.

“Perrin…”

It’s a soft whisper, pressing me for more. My fingers stroke her delicately, not changing my speed.

“Perrin” she whispers more urgently.

Just to tease her, I pull my fingers out, one by one. 

“Perrin!” She’s trying to be quiet, but I can sense she’s close to the brink.

Making eye contact with her, I slip each of my wet fingers into my mouth, one by one, sucking off the taste of her. Her eyes bulge. She grabs as it to push my hand back down to her.

“Not so fast…” I breathe across her stomach as I slide back up her body, anxious to get that bra off once and for all. I support myself above her, hands on either side of her shoulders. Looking down into her face, her cheeks are flushed and rosey, eyes dark with desire.

“Why did you stop?” She’s trying to control her breathing. She really had been close.

“Just taking my time with you…” I lower myself down and start to kiss her neck, then down to her collar bone, then down to her heaving breasts.

Her right hand slides past my stomach and grans me. Firmly. She begins to slide her hand up and down.

“You don’t play fair.” I can barely gasp the words out.

Her hands are strong around my shaft, gliding up and down, circling slightly. My breath catches.

Without thinking, I move her hand with mine. I can’t wait.

Without removing it, I brush her soaking thong to the side of her opening and thrust deep into her. Her back arches off the bed towards my chest. I back out slowly then thrust again. Harder. Deeper.

The friction of that thin fabric against the side of my c**k is more stimulating than I thought. I’m racing to the edge of it all after a few more thrusts. Just when I think I’m about to lose it, she explodes in ecstasy, shattering in climax and sinking back onto the bed.

I grunt in one final thrust, pushing deep into her, finding my own release. I sink down on top of her, breathing heavily. She’s panting in my ear.

Our breath slows, finding a regular rhythm once again. My whole body relaxes. Her hand traces my back lazily, and lay together in silence.