Not All Heroes Are Guiltless

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

I’m not sure how far or how long we have run through the forest. Maybe it’s been an hour or several days since my sense of time has been lost with every new sensation. My mind revels in the ecstasy of the increased smells and fresh trails.

This must be the madness my aunt has described, but I feel nothing but pleasure and bliss. We even ran amongst a herd of deer and not one thought of hurting them. The herd was suspicious but then seemed relaxed when they recognized we didn’t intend to make them dinner. We traveled with them through the tight paths and flitted through the tree in the light of either the sun or the moon. I couldn't really notice a difference.

We keep running farther, even after separating from the herd. Up through mountains, sadly, without snow and down into valleys with wide rivers. The trees are the only constant for me to acknowledge that we are still in the outlands. The areas no one ever ventures.

My mate brushes against me and starts to change our direction. He’s keeping me from reaching the borders of Redlands villages and cities and kèeps me in the outlands, or does he have an idea of where we might be able to go.

After more time, I see an abandoned cabin in a small meadow of dense trees. The cabin is surrounded by wild vines and shrubs, and I can’t even see the door. The black wolf moves forward and continues, and I’m slightly nervous. Holding back from joining him, something in me wants to stay and run in the forest, but another part wants to stay close to him.

We reach the abandoned cabin, and he walks closer to it, transforming into his human form as the cloak drops from his shoulders perfectly in place. He pulls debris away from the door and opens it with a grated noise as it shifts soil away from its threshold. A quick smell of stagnant air and dust washes over me. He looks at me, and he pulls out the second cloak and offers it to me.

His touch is so much different compared to Andrew. I know I shouldn’t think about that directly at this moment. My thoughts bring back the feeling of repulsion whenever Andrew would loop his arm around my waist without my permission, almost in a secret claim that I belonged to him. My mate, although his touch is light and has that electricity which tickles my nerves and it's like he treats me like I’m fragile. Something he cherishes. ‘Because we are. You may not remember it, but I remember how torn he was when he found us. He had to leave us to protect others. He said he would try to save more and warned our father. He didn’t want to leave us.’

‘Then father would tell me keep secrets to yourself, Delia.’ He was referring to our mate. I say in revelation. He didn’t want us to unintentionally hurt our mate.

My mate, obviously worried about my delay in answer, brings me out of my revelations by him stroking my neck. Which has now given my wolf dirty ideas, and if I wasn’t in wolf form, I would blush. Yet to be strangely honest, I am listening because I want this man in front of me, and I’ve never wanted anyone before. Not even Andrew.

I close my eyes and think of being human, and when I feel his touch wrapping the cloak around my naked body, I stand on my tip toes to kiss him.

I linger at his lips when I feel his lips part slightly. I plunge my tongue deeper. My flood gates burst open when I feel him pull my body into his. He returned my kiss with the same fervor I was showing him.

He lifts me up in his arms and walks into the cabin. I don’t even look around I’m chained to his kisses. I can not think of anything other than his lips, his hand, and his hard member. He lays me down on a mattress covered in fur. It's soft and fluffy. He hovers over me as he works his way down my body. Kissing, licking, pulling, and kneading all to give me pleasure, and I can’t help to moan.

He gets between my thighs and starts to lap up the juices within my folds. I moan deep and long when he slips a finger into me while sucking on the bundle of nerves. He pushes another finger, and I grasp his hair when I feel my muscles release in tension and then contract again. He growls into my folds as my muscles start to shake my lower body. He keeps a relentless movement with his hand while adding a third finger.

I roar out as I feel myself gushing over his hand. My legs are still shaking from exhilaration. I look down, and his eyes are on me, and for the first time, I see them alit in joy. He moves back up my body, and I can’t help but smile at him. He kisses down my jawline and then murmurs in my ear, “Please, don’t hold this against me.”

I have a moment to sulk at his words and try to understand what he means as his member is pushed into me. I scream in pain, but it's muffled by his lips covering mine. He moves so mind numbingly slow. I buckle my hips, and his lips spread across my skin into a smile. He drives into me harder and pulls back farther over and over. He moves faster and releases into me. The pleasures make me not worry about the time and place. Everything is perfect. I couldn’t be mad about anything which happened.

He covers me with kisses on my face, hands, and chest. I can feel he still isn’t sated from one round. I buck my hips, so his hard tip rubs my opening. He smirks at me and slams into me to take me again.

We play this game until I can not keep my eyes open. Exhaustion finally took me, and I fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me. He kisses my temple and pulls me closer to his body. I drifted into a deep slumber.