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Amara
“Don’t do that,” I scowled. Dean tilted his head at me, looking patient and curious.
“Do what?”
“Be nice to me. It freaks me out. Go back to being pissed off and mean because you’re freaky when you’re civil.”
Dean laughed, the sound wrapping around me and making chills flow down my body. I cleared my throat and looked away from him. His face lit up when he laughed and it felt like the sun shone from him. I couldn’t keep looking at him. He wasn’t supposed to be laughing in my presence. He wasn’t supposed to be happy around me. I didn’t know how to deal with this Dean. “Seriously, Dean, you’re freaking me out.”
Dean cleared his throat, trying not to burst out in laughter again. I sighed, covering my eyes with a hand. I stood up and moved away from the couch. Dean grabbed my wrist and kept me from walking into the room. I closed my eyes, dreading looking at him, but knowing I needed to do it anyway.
“Look at me, Amara.” Dean’s voice was soft and low, but still in his usual demanding manner. I inhaled sharply and turned to look at him. He was looking at me softly, his lips tilting upward at the corners. I frowned down at him, hating that his face was making me feel things that I didn’t understand. He was being nice and causing emotions within me and I was not happy he changed the dynamic between us.
This was not part of our unspoken agreement.
“What do you want, Dean?” I asked, probably more sharply than was warranted. His mouth tilted up into a smirk and he looked pleased to hear me speak. He pulled me gently, guiding me back to the couch. I sat down with a snarl, then pulled my hand out of his grasp and crossing my arms. I didn’t know what was going on and I had had enough of feeling unbalanced around him.
“I want us to start over, Amara.”
I ignored the way my stomach flipped and my pussy clenched at the sound of him saying my name. I focused on the insanity he was proposing. “We can’t start over, Dean. That’s not how it works.”
“Alright…well, then let’s figure out how to make our relationship better.”
“What relationship? We don’t have a relationship. We can’t make it better when we don’t even have anything.”
Dean flashed a full smile my way and I could admit to myself that it freaked me out to no end. I was utterly devastated to find that his smile made him even more handsome than before. My knees felt weak and my lips slightly parted, as I felt suddenly desparate for water to parch my dry mouth. My hand moved on its own accord, needing to feel his skin. My fingertips traced the outline of his lips, his beard and mustache feeling scruffy and satisfying. The smile on Dean’s face slowly faded and he stared at me intensely, like he couldn’t be bothered to see or hear anything else.
He stood up slowly, raising to his full height and looked down at me. My hand dropped to my side as he stood, my breath increasing, my pulse thudded in my throat, and I swallowed thickly. Dean raised a hand, skimming his fingertips along my jaw line and making my breath stutter. I locked my gaze on his lips, wanting him to kiss me more than I wanted to breath at that moment.
Dean was standing a few inches away from me and I needed him to close the distance. I needed to taste his lips. I needed to feel his weight on me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him in, slamming my mouth onto his. His lips were soft, but firm. His entire body was stiff against me for a few minutes, but then he took control, as usual. He parted my lips with his strong tongue, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me even closer to him. His cock was hard and unyielding through his jeans, rubbing against my front and making me moan in need.
That caused him to lose all control, sliding his hands under my ass and lifting me up against him. My legs wrapped around his and I put my arms around his neck to hold my weight up. Dean attacked my mouth, exploring and commandering it like it was his to own. I found I didn’t mind that so much and was wondering what made me hate him in the first place. I ground my pelvis into his, making both of us moan as the friction between us rose. Dean turned around and sat on the couch, keeping me in the perfect position the entire time he moved.
I adjusted my position on Dean’s lap, moving so that I could have more range to ground my pelvis into his. I realized that I was moving like I was trying to fuze my body with his, but at this point, that’s what I was trying to do. I started moving faster as the pressure in my abdomen built and my pussy clenched. I was ready to do just about anything in order to get the release I was chasing. Luckily, Dean didn’t seem like he was going to ask for much.
It only took another few minutes of Dean claiming my mouth and me grinding my life away on his lap before the pressure exploded. I felt like I had crested a huge mountain and pleasure burst through every nerve in my body. It went on, like one of those slow-rolling earthquakes that seemed to crash like a wave. I pulled away from Dean’s mouth, but kept my eyes closed - I wasn’t quite ready to get back to reality.
“Amara?” Dean’s voice was like a slap across the face with the reality that I didn’t want to face. I cringed, hating that I was being forced to deal with something I was already regretting - and it wasn’t even that big of a something!
“Oh Goddess…” I whispered, drawing out the phrase. I knew Dean could sense the regret in my voice when he tensed underneath me. I couldn’t face him - I had completely and totally embarrassed myself. I basically molested him. How could we have a normal relationship now? I slowly peeled myself off of Dean’s lap, opening my eyes, but keeping my gaze averted. I turned around and hurried into the room, shutting the door firmly behind me and leaning back against it. I released a deep breath, tilted my head back against the door, closed my eyes again, and sank to the floor.
Tears started streaming down my face, unrelenting as shame, embarrassment, and disgust at myself flowed through me.
A knock on the door sounded, startling me and making the door jiggle. “Amara? Can we please talk?”
I sniffled, tucking my hair behind my ears, and standing up. I glanced in the mirror that was hanging on the wall beside the door and wiped my eyes. I wiped my nose, hating that I looked like this when I had to face him. I wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but I wanted to get this over with and crawl into bed where I could cry my eyes out. I took a deep breath, grabbed the door handle, and yanked it open to see Dean standing in the doorway.
He looked embarrassed and ashamed, which confused me, but I didn’t say a word. I didn’t want to talk about this ever and he did, so he was the one who was going to have to start the conversation.
“Look,” Dean started, shifting his feet. I kept my gaze firmly on them as he kicked the carpet softly. “I’m sorry, Amara. I didn’t mean for that to go so far. I should have held myself back. My wolf got a little carried away. That’s not a fucking excuse, but I hope you can forgive me.”
I looked at him, startled. “What?”
“I hope you can forgive me. You’re a beautiful woman and fucking hard to resist, but I should have held back until you were comfortable.”
“You think you were responsible for that?”
Dean looked momentarily shocked, but then nodded, completely serious. “Of course, I was. I’m the man. I’m responsible for making sure that it doesn’t go too far.”
