Sacred Bond: A Human Mate for Beta

Chapter Twelve

EVERLY

I look up at Joe, feeling my liquid courage now on top of my desire, and ever so seductively wipe the corners of my mouth with my finger. Putting the same finger inside the top collar of his shirt, I drag him to the dance floor. I grab his hand and lift it up in the air as I make a way for us through the crowd. My friends tease and shout encouragement at me as I turn to face Joe. Lowering his hand to my hip, I swivel my hips to the beat in front of him. His other hand finds my waist and he moves aptly with me. I feel his hands lowering the more I move under them. I slide them back up and shake my finger “no,” jokingly before touching my finger to his full bottom lip. He kisses it and then surprising me, gently licks it, barely showing his tongue. His hands are more firm on my waist as he turns me around so my ass pressed against his hips. I feel him for the first time through his pants and I know my eyes just bugged out of my head. That is the most impressive member I’ve ever rubbed up against. I move my hips little harder into him, shamelessly starting to get turned on. Lifting my arms up over my head, my shirt slightly untucks from my skirt. His fingers are there, softly touching my delicate skin on my waist. I want him. I turn around to face him and wrap my arms around his neck right as he slips both of his arms around me. We aren’t moving to the music anymore. Both of us are lost in each other, consciously aware of the layers of clothes that seperate our skins. I feel this primal need to have him inside me. I throw my head back and a soft moan escapes my lips. His hand is on my neck moving his fingers through the back of my hair as our mouths find each other’s. Everything else doesn’t matter. I don’t matter. The only things that are tethering me to reality are every skin contact point with his skin, set a blaze with pleasure. Goosebumps reveal themselves on my skin everywhere he touches me. His tongue parts my lips and I open my mouth to take it in. It’s soft, but confident. I close my teeth gently on his bottom lip. I feel his hand on the skin on the small of my back, slightly up my shirt. Holy s**t, I need him. I want this tongue on every part of me. Abruptly, I pull away and look in his eyes. “Take me. Please?! Back to yours.” His eyes darken at my words and I feel him stiffen against my stomach. “Now.” I reiterate and begin to move away towards the door still holding his hand. Yea, this outing didn’t last long. I become aware that Bianca is next to me. It irritates me. She grabs for me, “Lee, don’t go. You shouldn’t go.” I shake her off, “Bianca. Not now. You don’t understand.” My desire was biting. I felt like power was building up inside me and it was going to explode if I didn’t release it. Sexually. I shrug her off and bolt towards the door. I have to get away from her before I lose this feeling. I’ve had drinks yes, but I’m more clear headed than ever. Joe is right behind me and he grabbed out coats. We get to the truck and he opens my door. As I hop inside, he runs his hands up the outside of my legs, touching the skin right inside the hem of my skirt. I moan, “Yes. Hurry.” I feel it. He pulls back and shuts the door and swiftly is on the other side of the truck opening his. The truck is cold, but I don’t feel it. My skin is all fire. He starts the drive. I know it’s not a long one, but I can’t resist the urge to touch him. I lean over and gently stroke my hand on his groin. His head goes back for a second, “Everly, I have to drive.” He laughs, but doesn’t tell me to stop. I pull back, but he grabs my hand. I sense he needs physical connection, too. We are holding hands on the center console. It’s not enough. I feel like an animal. This need is unbearable. It’s primal. I grab his hand and move it to my lap, slowly spreading my legs. I guide his hand up my inner thigh. I hear his breath hitch as his finger tips brush against the wetness of my panties. I leave it right there, between my legs. He can’t resist me, he turns his face towards me, “God, you’re sexy.” And I feel his finger gently rub the part in my lips through my underwear. “Mmm.” We are pulling into the gate. The guard waves us in, Joe doesn’t even acknowledge him. I am turned on even more by the power I clearly have over him in this moment. He needs two hands to steer through the garage and parks, very crookedly I might add, before turning off the truck and jumping out in one swoop. When he opens my door, he kisses me. Hard. I lean back into my seat bringing him with me so he is in between my legs. He’s trying to get the upper hand. Oh, challenge accepted. I smirk into our kiss and push him off me. He looks confused for a second before he sees my smile playing on my lips. I hop out of the truck, purposefully not modest as I flash my undies and quickly walk past him. I turn and start to run, laughing, towards the door to the lodge. I hear a growl that quickens my heartbeat and his footsteps are right behind me. I get to the door and he is on me, my back facing him. He wraps his arms around me and I hear his voice right in my ear, “Oooh—so you want to play hard to get? Two can play at that.” He laughs, running his hands down my side. He turns me to face him and leans into my neck. He finds an exact spot and licks it right before he gently bites. The bite makes my back arch and my voice leave. I grab onto him to pull him closer, but he breaks away and opens the door. This is exhilarating. I’ve never been so turned on by a guy before. He grabs my hand as we rush through the atrium, the heels of my boots echoing. It’s still early and there’s a few people lounging in the sitting areas. I can’t help but laugh in amusement. I am having the time of my life and this sexy ass guy is laughing right alongside me. We get to his room and he shuts the door. I turn and he is in my arms, kissing me and parting my tongue with his lips. His tongue is more fervent, licking my lips, beckoning me for more. My n*****s are hard through my shirt and my thin bralette. He moves to kiss my neck, his hands cupping my breast through my shirt. His fingers feel my n*****s and immediately he pushes me back to his bed. As I land on the bed, I scoot down on the edge, he is kneeling between my legs. He leans back and takes me in with his eyes. His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, sexy. His hands are on either side of my rib cage and his thumbs simultaneously rub over both my n*****s making me arch my back in pleasure. He slows down our whole crazed session, and looks me in the eye. “Everly. I want you. I need you. More than I need air to breath.” He leans down and through my shirt, puts his mouth over my n****e and slowly exhales. The sensation makes me grab my fingers through his hair as a warm spot shows on my shirt. His fingers find the edge of my shirt and push it up to take it off. He kisses down my stomach, past my yearning arousal, and kisses my inner thighs as he unzips my boots to take off. I unzip the side of my skirt as he slides each sock off my legs. I stand from the bed while my skirt drops to the floor and kiss him softly on the lips, following his jawline to his neck along his left side. “The right, that’s my…favorite.” He says, running his fingers lightly up and down my back. I switch sides and gently roll my tongue right above his collarbone. A growl escapes his lips. It’s startling, as it legit sounded like a dog was in the room. I step back, but his fingers dig into me to keep me in place. It’s a little more rough than I like. Shaken from my s****l haze, I look at his face. It’s the same face, but it’s not. It looks just as handsome but there is a ferociousness behind his eyes. “Mate.” Joe says to me in a weird voice. It’s his voice but it reminded me of something. “Mine.” It clicked. It was the voice I was hearing in my head when I saw the wolf.

“Joe.” I say trying get him to talk to me. “Joe? What the hell?! You’re scaring me.”

He rips off his shirt, to expose the most ripped male torso I’ve ever seen. Every muscle is bulging with power as he moves closer to me flexing what seems like forty abs. “Mate.” He says again and he actually licks his lips. The veins on his arms are pulsating with his elevating heart beat. “Joe?!” I shout. I’m backed up to the door. I’m scared now. I notice a tattoo on his whole right pec. A wolf howling at the moon. The same logo as this lodge. What the f**k is going on here?

“Joe?!” I scream. I hear banging on the door and muffled voices. “Everly? Hi Everly, please open the door.” A kind female voice came through. I was frozen staring at Joe.

“Everly, move! Now!” A booming male voice commanded. I stepped to the side of the door jam and the door busted open. I crouched down on the ground and covered my ears and head as I heard a ripping sound along with what sounded like bones cracking and dog snarles. Footsteps, human and what sounded like canine, were in the room. As I glanced over, I saw a blonde haired guy open the glass door to the porch as a girl covered me in a plaid blanket, blocking my view. The room went quiet. I squeezed my eyes shut, and was breathing quickly. I felt pain on my arms and my shoulders and back. My eyes opened wide as a heard a wolf howl right outside the porch window.

“Thank you, Dawson. That will be all for now.”

Dawson put his head down not to look at me as he nodded, “Luna.” And left the room, shutting the door behind him. I looked up into the eyes of a plain face girl who seemed to be about my age. She wrapped her arms around me. “It’s ok. You’re ok.” I began to shake with the release of my tears. What the hell just happened?