Chapter 32

Flora’s P.O.V

I wrapped a bandage around Clay’s abdomen, careful not to tighten the cloth too much so his wounds could heal on their own.

I was slowly starting to realize that being a rogue didn’t only mean mental instability, but there were certain physical drawbacks as well. Rogues didn’t heal as fast as any normal wolf would and they also became highly aggressive when injured. Even now, Clay was gritting his teeth together to stop himself from lashing out.

I wasn’t worried though. Clay had always had iron control whenever he was with me, but what I was worried about, wasn’t his physical but mental state.

“How are you holding up?” I asked once I was done with the bandages. I kept a set of healing supplies inside one of his drawers, just because he needed it more often than I anticipated.

“You should stay away.” His voice was rough. “I’m not myself right now.”

“Are you afraid you’ll hurt me?” I asked.

Clay nodded, his hands balled into fists by his side. He had his head turned towards the window, trying his best not to face me. But he should’ve known better, because I wasn’t going anywhere.

Walking back over to him, I sat down on his lap and took his face into my hands. Clay’s hands went around my waist immediately. And as he turned to face me in surprise, I saw what I had already guessed I would see. His eyes were almost completely red, except for a circle of green around his pupils. He was fighting his inner demon and the injury was making it worse.

“You were alone for two whole years.” I caressed his cheeks gently, feeling the light stubbles against my palms. “You don’t have to face this alone anymore. I’m right here. So even if you’re feeling a bit grumpy, I’m not going to turn tail and run.”

This was our fight, our destiny. Clay had rejected his mate to choose me, now it was my turn to choose him. And for me, there had never been any other option. There was a reason why neither Clay nor I could feel our mating bonds and it was because we had already chosen each other as our mates. In fact, we were so much more than just mates. We were the other half of each other’s souls.

“But you have to go back…eventually.” Clay told me, but his hold on my waist tightened.

“Not for tonight.” I broke away from his hold and stood up, only to straddle him instead and bring my lips down on his.

Clay’s arms were around me once more, this time, tighter than before. But I wasn’t complaining. I had missed this terribly. I had missed being in his arms, feeling the love and comfort it provided.

The instant his lips had touched mine, fire had ignited in my veins, spreading through my system to burn me whole. We had been apart far too long. I had missed this. I had missed the taste of his lips on mine; I had missed his caresses, his lovemaking and I didn’t want to waste any more time.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, I moved back to take off my shirt, leaving me in just my bra and pants. I came back for another kiss as soon as my shirt was off.

Clay’s arm wrapped around my nape in a possessive hold, deepening the kiss. His breathing was uneven and I went to pull back, thinking that I might be hurting him, but Clay grunted in protest and flipped me over onto the bed. I landed on my back and waited for him to come on top of me.

He took my hands in his hand held them above my head, making sure I couldn’t move. And then he started trailing hot, wet kisses down my neck, past my collarbone and between my breasts. He used his other hand to rip apart my bra down the middle, exposing me to his eyes.

He bent down on top of me, taking one breast into his hands as his mouth came down on the other. He scraped his teeth on my nipple, biting down the tiniest bit to draw out a moan from me before licking on the sensual hurt. When the cool air touched my wet nipple, I felt them harden. He switched on to the neglected breast, still holding my hands above my head while he drove me crazy.

“Clay…” my voice came out a hoarse whisper as I struggled against his grip.

Everywhere he touched me, I felt tingles spread through my veins. I was hypersensitive to his touch. And Clay had taken it upon himself to drive me insane tonight.

Finally, he let go of my hand, only to move down my body so he could peel my pants and panties down my leg and off my body. He looked up at me then, his eyes glowing from within. There was raw hunger in them and I knew I was doomed.

He parted my legs wide with his hands and settled in between them, making me blush a thousand shades of red. I hadn't been intimate in two years and to be suddenly so exposed in front of Clay made me self-conscious.

But then again, this was Clay. He knew my body better than anyone. He knew where to touch, he knew what drove me crazy and he knew how to use it to his advantage.

He touched my womanhood lightly, using his thumb in a circular motion, getting me used to his touch before he dipped one finger inside lightly. A gasp escaped my lips at the intrusion as heat built in my stomach. I could feel myself get wet just from his touch.

Clay took it as an invitation and inserted his index finger inside my womanhood, once again getting me adjusted. He moved his fingers in and out of me slowly before inserting another and scissoring me wider. My back arched off the bed at the sensation, making me clutch at the covers.

And then I felt his tongue at my most intimate part.

“Clay!” I moaned, feeling my breath leave my lungs. Perspiration beaded my forehead and I felt hot all over. My heart was hammering against my ribcage and I feared I wouldn’t be able to take the onslaught of sensations anymore. But at the same time, I didn’t want it to end. I wanted him closer. I wanted to drive me over the edge.

And Clay delivered. He lapped at me with his tongue, driving me crazy with desire. I pulled at his hair, telling me silently to give me the release I needed, because my voice seems to have deserted me. Clay let out a low grunt and started using his fingers in and out of me while his tongue went to the bundle of nerves at my apex. He increased his speed, adding a third finger inside me and that was when I felt the heat in my core explode.

I screamed him name, coming on his hands as the orgasm rocked through me in waved, making black spots appear in my vision.

I felt Clay move away from me, followed by the sound of clothes hitting the floor. I turned to face him, watching him in all his glory. Shit shaft was fully erect and pulsating. Pre-cum glistened on the tip of his erection and I sat up on the bed on shaky hands and legs and reached out for him.

A low growl rumbled in his throat and I looked up into his eyes.

“I want to taste you.” I told him. “I want you to feel me just like I felt you.”

Clay stayed still as I reached for him once again. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, feeling the veins, the hardness of him. I moved my hand up and down the length of him. He was already fully erect, but I wanted a taste, so I went for it. I brought my face closer to him and flicked out my tongue at the tip of him, feeling the salt of his pre-cum.

With another growl, Clay pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me. I adjusted my legs by wrapping them around his hips and he placed the blunt head of his cock at my entrance and pushed in just a little bit.

“Clay!” I moaned, pushing up slightly, taking it slow.

Clay’s arms went to grip my waist, holding me in place as he slid in inch by slow in, filling to the brim, stretching me to my limit. Pain and pleasure exploded in my bloodstream as I moaned out his name. Clay buried his head at the crook of my neck and then he pushed in, burying himself inside me completely, making me scream out in pleasure.

“Flora!” Clay grunted against my shoulders and started to move oh-so-slowly inside of me.

I urged him to go faster and matched his pace by undulating my hips. Clay complied readily, speeding his pace as he moved in a continuous rhythm. I felt the heat in my core once again. The sound of skin sliding on skin reached my ears along with our groans of pleasure. At that moment, the entire world disappeared from around me. It was just me and Clay and our love. Nothing else mattered.

Wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, I transferred my healing powers to Clay as he moved in me. Every sensation was suddenly heightened. Every touch, every kiss, every breath…seemed heightened. And it drove us both over the edge.

Clay and I both screamed each other’s names, clutching on to each other for dear life as we rode out our orgasm. The high lasted longer, felt even more euphoric than I had ever felt before in my life.

Even after we rode out the high, Clay and I stayed exactly where we were, wrapped in each other’s embrace and unwilling to let go. It felt like if we let go of each other, the spell would break and reality would come crashing in. So we held on, for as long as we could.

Clay kept most of his weight on his arms on either side of me and finally, when he lifted himself up on his elbows to give me a slow, savoring kiss, I looked up into his eyes and let relief wash over me.

His eyes were now back to being mostly emerald green, with only a stubborn rim of red around the edge that refused to disappear. But that was alright. There was still time. And no matter what, I wasn’t to give up trying to heal my rogue Alpha.