Page 50 of Outcast
Another swat to my ass sealed my lips, and I clamped around his cock, loving the light sting in combination with his cock filling me.
"Remember what I said earlier?"
Biting back the retort that wanted to escape me, I answered, "Yes. I only get to come when you allow it."
He rewarded me by increasing his pace, and within a matter of moments, my face was shoved into the back of the couch by the force with which he fucked me. My cheek pressed against the leather as I cried out, so close to my release.
Ramming into me over and over, he groaned, "Come for me, Kitten. Now." Another swat landed with his command, and I unraveled at his touch.
I screamed my release, and he moaned behind me, his hold on my hips tightening as he stilled and emptied into me.
Holy shit.
I was left panting in a disheveled mess as he pulled out and kissed my back before telling me he'd be right back with a washcloth. It wasn’t like I could have gone anywhere with the jelly-like feeling in my muscles at that moment.
A cold sensation jerked me out of my euphoric state of bliss as he wiped my pussy gently. "Are you okay? I wasn't too rough with you?"
The concern in his words and the way he cared for me blew my mind. It was jarring to go from spending almost my entire life without knowing love and kindness, to having two doting mates who seemed to live and breathe for my well-being and happiness.
Easing out of my awkward position, I rolled over onto my butt and looked up at him. His disheveled black locks stuck up in various directions, while the white tuft in the front, stuck to the sweat on his forehead.
"I'm fine, Seth. It was perfect." I assured him, standing up to get a quick kiss before attempting to find the bathroom to shower.
Just as I walked down the hall in the direction he’d sent me, his front door split open with a resounding crack. Whipping around, I crouched into a defensive position, not wanting to be seen like this by an intruder.
"Jameson!" Seth roared at the limping and bloodied wolf that staggered a few steps before collapsing. His chest heaved with labored breaths, and red coated his once white fur, now soaked with blood.
Something snapped in me at the sight of him so close to death's door. Not giving a shit about my nudity, I ran to him and dropped to my knees on the ground at the same time Seth did. Frantically looking over him for the most severe wounds, I croaked out, "Why isn't he healing?"
"This wound looks the worst, and it's bubbling up with a black liquid. It must be from a Daimona." Gingerly, Seth reached to part some of Jameson’s fur to inspect the wound on his side, but Jameson bucked up, snarling and snapping his jaws at Seth. Seth fell back onto his ass and held his hands up, "Woah there. I won't hurt you."
Jameson's act of aggression didn't last long as he whined and took two steps towards me before collapsing, his large head falling directly onto my lap. His mouth parted, and he struggled to take breaths. His icy eyes showed fear and helplessness in them—the first time I’d seen those emotions appear since his mother's death.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I grimaced and threatened him, "You're not allowed to die, you asshole. We have too much shit to work through. I will pull you back from the grave if I have to."
His large eyes fell shut, and his breathing slowed, barely a whisper of air against my thigh from his open jaws.
No!
Frustration welled up within me at how helpless I felt as I lowered my head to him and sobbed over his wolf. He might have been the biggest asshole growing up, and yes, maybe he needed to work through his own demons before we could ever move forward together, but he wasmypain in the ass.
The universe said so.
It was time to stop thinking of my powers and my wolf as separate entities that were out of my control. Sitting back up, I wiped my tears angrily with my forearm and blew out a shaky breath. Placing my hand on his forehead, I closed my eyes and pictured myself back with Selene, reaching out into the fire and accepting my role and all of the gifts that came along with it.
I imagined the fire burning through every nerve ending, alighting them with power that pulsated through me. Shifting back to the core flame in my chest, I reached out and demanded it heed me.
I am your master.
The blue flame roared to new heights as if trying to intimidate me, but I refused to back down. Lunging forward, I closed my hand around a tendril, and it was like I had gripped a live electrical wire. My body shook, and a searing heat burned through my forehead.
Mate.
My wolf whined softly in our shared mind. I didn't have time to rejoice at her return, vowing to speak with her after we handled this situation.
My eyes flew open, and I found myself in the greyscale world once more, the same as this morning. Searching for the flame that symbolized his soul, I frantically looked over him, not seeing even the faintest trace.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Seth's burning brightly, so I knew my powers weren't broken. Huffing, I refused to give up and re-focused my energy, calling to his soul with my own.
