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“Yup,” she says, popping the p.
“And what about your human part?” I ask. I drop one of my hands to her hip. She gasps as I draw her towards me, my hard cock against her stomach. “You know I am aware of your arousal,” I say as I bend and lift her by the backs of her thighs. I push against her, pinning her between the wall and my body. Her legs wrap around my waist and her tinywetpanties are the only thing separating her pussy and my cock.
She whimpers and wraps her arms around my shoulders. I lick across her collarbone and up her neck, relishing the salty flavor of her sweat-soaked skin. I kiss along her jawline and behind her ear.
“Jackson, please,” she moans, before she grinds her hips against me. Holy fuck, this might be the hottest moment of my life.
But as we’re about to cross over the line, I hear the door open. Whoever it is can’t see us behind the divider, but they’ll be able to detect Emily’s arousal. My wolf snarls and I bark out, “Whoever you are, get the fuck out now!”
“Jackson, put me down,” she hisses as she pushes against my chest. She has no strength to make me move, but I drop her to stand, and I turn and stalk away. I’m ready to rip out the throat of whoever disturbed us. But they’re already gone, so I slip back into my sweatpants while Emily is still behind the divider.
“Emily, they’re gone. You can come out,” I call to her. She steps out, eyes downcast. She carries a sharp twinge of shame now, disrupting her delicious scent.
“I’m going to head out,” she mutters, refusing to make eye contact. “Thanks for training.”
“Are we pretending nothing happened here?”
“Uh… yeah, that would be great,” she says while nodding her head vigorously.
“You might want to inform your wolf,” I say sharply. Is she seriously pretending that what happened was nothing?
She huffs and walks out. The sway of her hips making me want to run after her. It’s time I stop pretending. I want her. I know it and she knows it. Now I need to make sure that she’s ready for me the next time I go there.
Male wolves are naturally sexually dominant, and the thought of her willful submission is making my cock ache. Because after that little performance by her wolf and how turned on I know she got around me, this thing I’m craving just became inevitable.
Chapter 16
Emily
I rush back to the pack house and slam my door when I get to my room.
He is driving me insane.
The way he pressed himself against me, the way his hardness felt against my core. The hunger in his eyes as he gazed at me like he was starving for me. And more shocking than him wanting me… I wanted him too. There was no fear. I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me against that wall in the training center and I didn’t care in the slightest who walked in.
Until I did.
I strip off my clothes and walk into the shower before the water has even fully heated. My nipples are stiff peaks, and my pussy is throbbing with a need I’ve never felt before. Even before Aidan turned violent, sex was never something I really enjoyed.
He always told me that sex was about the male; it was for his benefit, not mine. That I didn’t deserve to feel good. He told me that wanting to try new things made me a cheap slut. And I believed him. For too long. But I don’t want to anymore.
Because now my body is buzzing. And I think if I let him, Jackson could show me a whole other version of what sex could be. One where pleasure isn’t something to be punished for. One where I don’t feel dirty for wanting it.
My fingers draw closer to my pussy, and I press two fingers gently inside myself before dragging my wetness to my clit. I rub slow, tentative circles—trying to figure out what feels good—while remembering Jackson pressed against me. That woodsy, addictive scent of his. The heat of his hard, muscular body. The fierce, wild way his eyes bore into mine.
An unfamiliar tightening grows in my lower stomach and my muscles tense. Something builds inside me as my breath turns into shallow pants.
I’ve never touched myself like this before; Aidan would have been so angry. He would have called me names and hurt me. He would’ve said…Look at you, you stupid whore. Who the fuck do you think you are? You don’t get to feel good. You don’t deserve it.
His voice cuts through my mind like glass. And just like that, it’s as if I’ve been doused with a bucket of ice water The moment is over. Good feelings are gone. I want to scream.
What am I doing? I could have gone there with Jackson earlier. I wanted to. Goddess, I wanted him so much. But then, just like a moment ago, Aidan’s voice was in my head.Such a fucking slut. You think he’ll still want you after you’ve let him fuck you? No one would want a used-up slut like you. The only reason I do is because you’re my mate.
What if I can’t ever get my head right? It’s as if I’m being pulled apart. Part of me wants Jackson, wants a new future, wants to forget everything from the past. But a big part of me is terrified Ican’t.
I sink to the floor of the shower, letting my tears flow freely long past when the water turns cold. Aidan was always so good at getting into my head; twisting everything until I questioned my own sanity. It felt like I was losing my mind.
And now, even though he’s not here, it’s like he lives in my mind. His words, his rage, every cruel insult carved into me like scars no one can see. His voice lies in wait, ready to point out my flaws and tell me how I don’t deserve happiness. Every insult and every awful thing he ever said to me has burrowed into my mind. Waiting for the first opportunity to pounce and pull me down.