Fate's Deception

Christine POV I'm incredibly stressed, Christine," Ruben conveyed through our private mental connection. His voice was tense, gruff, and filled with the collective worries we had accumulated in the past few weeks, ever since I assumed leadership of the Hebrew pack. I moved up against the headboard of our bed, gazing at the sparkling moonflowers that adorned our windowsill and traced a finger along the centre of my exposed thigh. "Please come home," I transmitted through the link. "I know it will help you relax." After emitting a deep and sensual growl, Ruben assured me that he would be home soon and ended the mental connection. I opened my thighs and slipped my hand between them, teasing myself in the same way Ruben used to please me every night. Lately, something had felt off with him. Perhaps it was the constant stress and separation caused by my responsibilities within the Hebrew pack. Lyna's actions had resulted in severed, shattered, and broken bonds with alphas who had once placed their trust in us as warriors. People were angry, and wolves were refusing to seek our help against rogue threats. Unsettled and outspoken wolves and packs were stirring up trouble deeper within the forest. And naturally, it fell upon me to mend the wounds, rebuild trust, and soothe the heartache caused by losing loved ones to rogues—all because Lyna had craved power. After inhaling a deep breath of the refreshing midnight air, I slipped my hand into my underwear and circled my clit, tightening my grip. I yearned for Ruben to be inside me, to momentarily make those worries vanish as he passionately made love to me... or engage in rougher play—I didn't have a specific preference. All I desired was to feel every ridge of his long, thick erection, his rhythmic thrusts filling me, and his hand wrapped around my throat as he whispered naughty words into my ear. Tilting my head to glance out the window, I discovered his golden eyes fixed upon me from the forest. My toes curled, and I clenched with anticipation. Goddess, he never grew weary of watching me pleasure me for him. He cherished every single moment of it. Stimulating myself with increased intensity, I spread my legs wider, allowing him to observe me. He was probably aroused, pleasuring himself in the forest before making his way to our bedroom to ravish me, wondering how incredible it would feel after weeks of restraint. The moonflowers on my windowsill radiated a brighter glow, sparkling under the moonlight and illuminating the dark room around me. Once again, I inhaled their scent, detecting a hint of an unfamiliar fragrance that tingled my senses. I tensed slightly at the scent, my inner wolf purring. However, numerous thoughts occupied my mind tonight, particularly the upcoming meeting with the alphas. Throughout the week, my wolf had been on edge, anticipating that something would go wrong at the gathering. It usually did. Nevertheless, for tonight, I decided to push those concerns aside. Taking a moment to close my eyes, I surrendered to the softness of the sheets. As the front door opened, a wave of pleasure surged through me. Ruben had arrived, coming to claim me after days of separation. With each step he ascended the stairs, my grip tightened. Calm down, Christine. He's our mate. Though we may not have many intimate nights together anymore, we see him every day. However, even I couldn't completely calm myself because setting eyes on him was undoubtedly the highlight of my day. When the bedroom door swung open, I brought my knees together and smiled up at Ruben. He stood at the doorway, his brown hair dishevelled in a wild, untamed manner, his hazel eyes tinged with streaks of captivating gold, and his muscular frame stretching against his salmon-coloured button-up shirt. "Isabella," he murmured, his voice deeper and rougher than it had sounded through our mental connection. One by one, he unfastened his shirt, allowing it to drape over his shoulders. His golden gaze travelled up and down my body, his canines peeking out from beneath his lips. "My dear Isabella." Rolling onto my stomach, I crawled towards the edge of the bed and beckoned him with a crooked finger. "I can't wait for you any longer," I declared, looping my fingers into his belt loops and pulling him closer. My hand slipped into his pants. He gripped my jaw and compelled me to meet his intense gaze. "Not yet," he insisted, stepping towards me, the front of his pants brushing against me. Cupping my breasts, clad in his beloved lacy black bra, he expressed his intention to savour me first. Grasping my legs, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, positioning my rear just off the edge. With a single finger, he trailed a path from my chin down my chest to my underwear, while his lips journeyed from one side of my neck to the other. As he reached my mark, he playfully nibbled and sucked on the scars left by his powerful canines. While his fingers continued to stimulate my clit, he peppered my chest with delightful red marks, the little love bites I adored peeking at on challenging days. He hooked his teeth inside the cup of my bra and gently pulled it upwards. "Take this off," he commanded. I unfastened my bra, allowing the straps to slide down my arms and my breasts to be freed. Emitting a low growl, he enveloped one n****e with his teeth, sucking on it vigorously. "I've been eagerly waiting all week to make love to you," he confessed. Moving down to my hips, he hooked his fingers around the waistband of my underwear and slid them down my legs. I moistened my fingers with saliva and brushed them against my bare clit, craving his touch. We had both been consumed by busyness and exhaustion, lacking this level of intimacy for a long time, but not tonight. Tonight, I needed him. Gripping my hand, he pinned it to the bed. "Mine," he declared against my folds, his breath igniting warmth in my core. "It's mine to touch." Pressing his lips atop my mound, he gradually made his way to my clit, tantalizing it with his tongue. When he trailed a finger along my moist slit and inserted it into my eager p***y, I tightened around him and whimpered. My hips swayed from side to side, attempting to alleviate the mounting tension within me, while I entwined my fingers in his hair. "Ruben," I exhaled. "So tight for me," he murmured against me. Placing my legs on his shoulders, he pressed his lips against my entrance, his eyes closing as if this were the ultimate pleasure to him. His fingers moved faster in and out of me. I curled my fingers around strands of his brown hair and pulled him closer to me. Oh, Moon Goddess, what had I done to deserve a man like him? A tingling sensation ran through my legs as he traced his mouth and nose along my inner thigh. Standing up, he lowered his pants and took his hard c**k in his hand. Slapping his c**k against my drenched p***y, he pushed it inside me, causing my tightness to grip him. "f**k, Christine. Wrap your arms around me," he urged. Lifting me off the bed, he thrust into me forcefully. I clung onto his back, holding on for dear life, while stealing a glance over his shoulder and out the window. Our twinkling flowers adorned the windowsill, and that unfamiliar scent wafted through my nostrils once more. Ruben continued to pump into me, each thrust propelling me closer to him and on the edge of orgasm. My breasts bounced against his chest, and he captured one in his hand, sucking and gently biting my n****e. With furrowed brows, parted lips, and moans escaping into his ear, I surrendered to wave after wave of ecstasy. In a hazy state, my gaze shifted from the flowers to the forest. There, hazel eyes fixated in our direction. My entire body tensed, and I dug my nails into Ruben's back. Someone was observing us, someone, unfamiliar. "Ruben," I attempted to pull away slightly, seeking a clearer view of the wolf in the woods. No one possessed hazel eyes with golden streaks quite like that. Undeterred, Ruben thrust harder, and the wolf continued to watch us. "Ruben...stop." He tossed me onto the bed, swiftly flipping me around and pressing my chest against the mattress. "Stop?" he questioned, tugging on my hair to bring me closer.