Page 24 of Polar Destiny
"I shouldn't do this," he whispers, more to himself than to me. But he doesn't stop. He moves in me, making me shiver every time his thumb touches the most sensitive spot of them all. His hand still in me, he stands up and pulls me closer to the edge of thebed.
His cock is waiting to meet me. Torben is looking at me and I return his gaze, silently telling him that I'm ready. I've been ready for awhile.
His fingers leave me and I feel empty until he presses against my entrance. He is so much bigger than those two fingers and I know it's going to hurt. Everybody says it does. But I'm sure it will be worthit.
Surprisingly slow, he pushes in and my inner walls begin to stretch to accommodate him. He is big and I'm starting to doubt that he willfit.
A sharp pain makes me yelp and he stopsimmediately.
"Are you okay?" He looks a little confused, then his eyes widen as he realises that he's my first. "Oh..."
"Don't stop," I moan and after a moment of hesitation, he continues to enter me. Finally, he's all in and the pain has been replaced me a feeling of fullness. Completeness. I was incomplete and now I'mwhole.
"Tell me if it hurts," he warns and begins to move out again. And in. He begins to set into a gentle rhythm and my mind is going blank. In this moment, nothing matters but him. I shut out all other sensations and focus on the connection between us that is pulsating through me like a beacon. We're creating something beautiful here, I'm sure ofthat.
He carries me closer to the end, increasing his pace in response to mymoans.
Then, I'm lifted into the heavens as a final thrust makes me shatter. I break into pieces and my mind scatters,lost.
From the haze, I feel pain in my fingers. In my mouth. I move and then there's something new, a new taste. I like it. I suck, swallowing the bright light into me. The pain subsides enough for me to open my eyes and look into Torben's horrified face before it returns a thousand fold and I let myself be carried away by it, into thedark.
Eight
Idon't knowwhere I am, but it is too bright. The light hurts my eyes even though I have them pressed firmly shut. Something's wrong with me. My body feels different. Strange.Unfamiliar.
It's not just the brightness. My head hurts, too. And my hands. And feet. And everything, really. I am one big pain. What the heck is going onhere?
I am scared to open my eyes. Not just because the light will hurt. I'm scared of what I will find. Which is very much unlike me. Come on Isla, pull yourself together. Don't be a wimp. Whatever's happening, you'll deal withit.
Right.
Onemoment.
Almostready.
I open my eyes and look around. Strangely enough, I'm back in the guest room in the shifter cottage on Inchbrach. And the only light is the sunlight streaming through the large window. The lamp above me isn't even on. Then why is it so bright? I blink, trying to dispel the pain in my head. This is so wrong. I know it's not as blinding as it feels, but my brain won't listen to my eyes. Or vice versa. My whole body is out ofsync.
My hands still hurt. I look at them, but there's nothing out of the ordinary... oh wait. There's dried blood around my fingernails. Weird. Did I maybe get a bit too rough when I was with Torben? There are no wounds that I can see, so it can't be myblood.
Oh hell. Did I hurthim?
I stumble out of bed, noticing the same strange pain in my feet. I check and yes, there's dried blood around my toe nails too. What. The.Fuck.
Something is seriously wrong here. I'm getting really quitescared.
"Torben?" I call out in the hope that he is nearby and can hear me. I really don't want to be the damsel in distress waiting for her hero, but right now, I could do with some reassurance. I blacked out during sex, now I have trouble with my eyes, there's blood on my hands and my senses are all wrong. It's like the air is twice intense on my exposed skin, and every step I take on the wooden floor is twice as loud as it should be. Maybe I'm getting a migraine. I remember my aunt getting them and she'd have to stay in a dark room for hours or even days. Maybe that's what'shappening.
A rationalexplanation.
But then, I'm living with bear shifters. My world is no longerrational.
I try to walk as quietly as possible to avoid my pounding head from hurting even more, but it's no use. Everything is too loud. I open the bedroom door and voices drift to me. They're not close, but loud enough that I can understandthem.
"You've made a mistake," Bertrand says, angry and uncharacteristically serious. I stop in my tracks, eavesdropping. I know it's not polite, but right now, I don't care. If Torben was here with me, I wouldn't have to listen. And yes, I know that doesn't make sense. Blame my achinghead.
"You should have asked her. Given her a choice. Explained everything. Now it's too late. Are you ready to deal with theconsequences?"
I'm pretty sure 'her' is me. And I'm glad that Bertrand is pissed on my behalf, even though I don't know what this is allabout.
