Chapter 40: The (Un)Expected Visitor

“It’s not inside yet?”

“Not all the way.” He shook his head and a cackle followed a heartbeat later. “I’m still halfway there. Does it still hurt?”

I was about to say yes. It was definitely uncomfortable, but I guess it didn’t really hurt that much.

I shook my head. Looking into my eyes, he slowly sank deeper. I started to feel stretched and full and kind of stranger than before.

“How about now?”

“I… I don’t… “ I stammered, adjusting to him. “I don’t know.”

He thrust all the way in, bottoming out. Hitting me so deep and in that very spot, my eyes rolled at the back of my head.

Oh, shit.

“Cassidy, Jesus Christ!” He kissed me. “I love the way you feel.”

“You mean you love the way you feel inside me?” I gave him a teasing, knowing smile.

I gripped his hips as he nibbled my mouth and neck and ear, and before I knew it, nothing was uncomfortable anymore.

“Put one hand on my shoulder,” he breathed, leaning back up to look down at me. “I want you to feel me move.”

I did as he told me, and slowly, he pulled out. I briefly registered something wet, but he rolled his hips, sinking back inside me.

“Oh!” I groaned.

It didn’t hurt at all anymore.

Holding onto him, I watched his body move as the room filled with the sounds of our panting and moaning. He slid in and out, pumping faster as his eyes moved from my gaze to my lips to my body underneath him.

“What do I feel like?” he asked sweetly.

I pulled him into me as he moved again, craving this lovemaking more and more.

“Like fingers in my hair,” I breathed out. “It’s smooth and hard—I want to take more. And the pressure… ugh, right there—”

I knew that he had past experiences. The first time I met him, it screamed on his face and physique. Whereas me…“This is my first time, Zarion.”

“I know.” Damn, he really knows how to pleasure a woman.

He was gentle at first, finding his own rhythm, and I kept up with him. The mix of pleasure and pain was all I felt, before both of us came together. Panting and thrashing, pushing and pulling until his breathing becomes rugged. And before the drowsiness came in, I felt his teeth marking me on the side of my neck.

Searing pain was all I felt when his teeth dug on the flesh of my skin. Alpha Zarion was whispering me with sweet words to lessen the pain in my system.

But nothing could ever console it.

“Baby, you need to breathe.” Zarion whispers in my ears as he begins to suckled the mark on my skin. His lips were hovering on it like a feather, licking and suckling every inch of me, trying to comfort the pain he had just inflicted.

I wasn’t taught this goes hard. The sharp and sheer pain is unmendable and all I could see is stars in my eyes.

“Breath, Cassidy…” Zarion caressed my jaw while his hand was choking me on my neck. His lips hovering over mine. I could taste his breath. I did what he told me to do. I inhaled and exhaled in his mouth… the pain vanishing and replaced with pleasure.

His mouth formed into a smile when he saw my expression.

He nodded at me and said, “Now you are mine.”

You are mine. Such sweet words for an Alpha to a human. “I am yours, too.”

***

Morning came, bright and unbidden. Yet still cold.

Zarion prepared breakfast for me while I was still on the bed. Both of us eat silently when I sat from the bed. Neither one of us tries to open up the conversation about what just happened last night.

Elliot seems to detect what’s happening. So, I asked him one time in the kitchen when he was cooking lunch.

“Elliot.”

“Y-Yes?!” He asked and looked back at me nervously.

I bit my lower lip. “Did you… hear something last night?”

“Last night? In your room? Absolutely not.” He shook his head frantically and I saw his hands were waving, too, defensively.

I heaved a deep sigh. “I didn’t tell you if it was in my room or not.”

“Right,” he lowers his head, embarrassed and at the same time, awkward. I grinned.

He did heard us.

Alpha Zarion was vain, and I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Elliot’s cabin is just small. You could hear every little sound you made whether it was in the corner of the room or in the living room.

Damn it. I must’ve been that loud.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone.” Elliot uttered while looking at me with promising eyes.

“What is it that you don’t wanna tell anyone?” A cunning and familiar voice was heard inside the kitchen. To my surprise, my heart leaped for a second when I saw Brandon Styles, together with his ‘wife’, Hestia, inside Elliot’s kitchen.

How the hell did they get inside?!

“Come on. Tell us!” Brandon excitedly says, like he was ready to hear the tea. Elliot froze in his place and immediately put me behind him.

Zarion is not here. He went to the woods after we ate our breakfast to pick some herbs and probably hunt.

“What are you doing here?” I snarled, glaring at my mate.

He sarcastically grins. “Oh…can’t I just see my mate now, huh?”

“Mate my ass,” I hissed.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Since when did your mouth become despicable? Ah—” Brandon was a breath away and my knees began to buckle, yearning to sprint away from the face of the bastard. “Must be the influence from that brother of mine, then.”

“Cut the chase, Brandon. Why are you here?” I gritted my teeth and looked at him angrily. He’s the reason why I’m weak and couldn’t sleep soundly at night.

Him and his wife, Hestia, who’s looking at the side of my neck intently right now.

My hand involuntarily caressed Zarion’s mark and tried to hide it with the help of a few strands of my hair. But it was already too late.

She had already seen it.

“Gosh. You’re a fucking slut!” Hestia sneers while staring at the mark on my neck.

“Oh.” My blood boils to what she just muttered. “If I’m a slut, then what are you?” I asked, tilting my head with a mockery I’ve learned from Zarion.

“You bitch—”

But I caught Hestia’s hand. And sweet Moon Goddess, I did not know where on earth I’ve gathered this kind of strength to counter the slut.