He keeps his rhythm up as I ride it out, I selfishly take what he wants to give me. His lips don't leave me until he removes his hand from my leggings, taking a step back to take me in.
I move, wanting him to give the same level of pleasure he just created on me. I move off the table, pulling at his belt...already undoing his zip when he grips my wrist.. "No wait." He stops me.
"I want..." I smile up at him through my eyelashes, he didn't need to act like a gentleman. What he just did wasn't very gentlemanly.
"I shouldn't have done that." His free hand grips at my other wrist, holding both hands away.
"What?" I pull my wrists from him.
"I lost control...I'm sorry Red, shit..." He combs his fingers through his disheveled black hair.
Cold, suddenly I feel unexpectedly cold.
I need distance between us, his rejection was like a knife to the chest, through my heart. I hadn't even caught my breath back and he was already regretting it.
Not even waiting for the soberness of the early morning air for him to think back on what he did the night before.
"What do you mean?" I take a step back, wrapping my arms around my chest.
"You're just..."
"What?" I can feel my jaw tense in growing anger.
""You're too young for me."
His words bring a flashback to my mind, a flashback of when I was 16 years old... three years ago.
I knew I had kissed those lips before, he was the one in the nightclub, my first ever kiss. The male that kissed me, then pushed me away. He had used those words then, he uses the same pathetic words now. "Get out." I seethe at him.
"Red.." He takes a step towards me, but I place my hand out...stopping him from invading my space again. What have I just let him do to me..
"Get out." I repeat, this time louder.
"Josie, listen." He tries to plead, but this was him. He's the one that keeps coming to me.
"It's you, it's you that keeps intigating this. It's you that can't seem to stop yourself. So next time, do us both a favour and leave me the fuck alone." I roar out.
I could hear the anger in my voice as it shakes. I reach for my gun, his hands trying to calm me...to stop me, to hear him out but this was the second time this male has rejected me.
Bullshit, this was absolute bullshit...and using my age, again...complete bullshit.
My legs do the marching for me, the night air a cold kiss upon my skin as I push through the long wild flowers of the meadow.
This place now a bitter memory for me. He's just barged in on my sanctuary, and tarnished it for me. That was my happy place. What an absolute arsehole.
With a soft whistle into the blackness, Lobo is by my side in moments, escorting me back to the alpha house just as pack members start to congregate out front in their wolf form.
They watch me, even Dad's wolf stops to turn at me. I shouldn't be here, especially with the gun gripped tightly in my hand down by my side.
Shit...
I'm half way up the stairs before Dad, dressed and back in his human form releases his command on to me. Stopping me dead in my tracks.
"Josie." His command is strong, it shouldn't actually affect me when I think about it but it does. Both of my parent's does, not that they use it often. So why is he using it now.
Rigid under the power of his aura I turn to face him, his face softening and his aura dropping.
"Josephina?" He doesn't call me that much nowadays, I preferred the name Josie...but every now and again he uses it.
"Don't' Dad, not right now." I was close to breaking in front of him. I could feel the tears building in my eyes, preparing to spill over.
"Alright. But you know the rules, the gun has to go in the safe."
I look down at my hand, I had forgotten I was even holding it still. My eyes furrow at the sight of it in my hand, I was losing control...all my hard work gone in a second just for one kiss and an orgasm. Not again, never again.
With a nod, I move back down the stairs, Lobo in tow as I head towards the basement.
"You'd tell me, if somebody hurt you?" His voice is a whisper before my brothers walk in laughing amongst themselves.
No.
"Yes Dad, of course I would."novelbin