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“That would make us even,” I said, remembering how hard I had come earlier that day in his arms. I reached down between us and stroked his engorged cock. By the time he cried out his release, my hands were wrapped firmly around him, pumping his shaft through the wool fabric of his pants.
He grabbed the back of my head, fisting my hair and forcing his mouth on mine while he rode out the orgasm. He bit down hard on my lip as I milked him and drained every last bit of cum from his dick. I tasted the blood as it filled my mouth, and the sweet pain was enough to send me over the edge with him.
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“It’s getting worse,” I whispered into the cheap burner phone. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up, Gabe. I don’t want to be with Trace. I want to go home. But I’m starting to obey him…and it’s getting hard not to just rip my own clothes off and jump on him. The horniness seemed to go away for a while, but now it’s back. It’s worse than ever. Why?”
To his credit, Gabe took the intimate details of my weakness in stride. I had the feeling that he really wanted to help me.
“From everything that I have read, that’s part of the mating bond. Female werewolves experience waves of bonding emotions. After the initial bite, sexual tension begins for them until the act is complete. If they don’t mate, for whatever reason, her body forces those feelings to become dormant, so she doesn’t go crazy with lust, you know? Especially if the mating bite was given against herwill.”
I nodded. The attraction I had felt at first after the bite had been too intense to maintain with no relief. I was thankful the moon goddess provided me with that protection, at least.
“But dormant doesn’t mean gone,” Gabe continued. “That desire is still there, just below the surface. And when the next phase of bonding occurs for her, it is common for the desire to reignite.”
“And the next phase of bonding is…what?” I asked though I was pretty sure that I knew what the answer would be.
“Submission,” he answered. "Like the sexual attraction, it will ebb and flow for you as it continues to build. Female mates need to have the drive to submit for them to live harmoniously with their male counterparts. You probably felt the pull with Trace from the start, but now you’re noticing it growing, right? His desire to master you and make you submit is increasing, too.” He didn’t wait for me to answer. Of course, I had already said as much. My instincts were working in overdrive. “If you stop fighting the urge, the desire to submit will lead you into giving him what he wants. Which right now, of course, is sex. He’s as drawn to you as you are to him, though unfortunately for him, he gets no relief. His job is to push things forward and allowing him respite wouldn't be conducive with that.”
I had to feel a little bad for Trace. He was constantly battling against his baser instincts to ensure that I was a willing, consenting participant. And so far, I had to admit that he was doing a pretty good job.
“I think I have a plan, a way to get out of this,” I said,making sure to keep my voice low. Trace had left the house for a run about ten minutes earlier. Getting him off had lightened his mood and earned me a bit of trust, it seemed. “Jess is going to come over tonight and try to seduce him in his bedroom.”
Gabe groaned. “That’s not going to end well, Mariam. And honestly, I’m surprised that you’re willing to put Jessica through that. It’s going to hurt her a lot when he rejects her again.”
“She knows the risks,” I said, frowning. “We discussed it this morning, and she understands that the mating bond might make it impossible for him to accept her. But it’s worth a shot. If he gives in to her, they can be mated, and I can go home. Everyone wins.”
“Is that really what you want?” Gabe asked. I furrowed my brow at the question.
“Of course. I want to be free,” I said, exasperated by the question. I paused before continuing. “There is one more thing…if I can’t resist Trace and he doesn’t choose to be with Jess…he did something before, when we were connected in our dreams. He shut off the telepathy connection. Could I do that if the connection was complete, I mean?”
“Yes, there is a way,” Gabe answered slowly. “Most mated couples find the missing connection too painful, but the goddess might have your back in that way, too.”
I leaned in, eager to hear how to keep my thoughts safe from the man who wanted inside my head.
Chapter 16
The run was nice, but it paled in comparison to the feeling of Mariam’s hands on Trace’s body. Even now, he found himself savoring the way she had turned into a vixen, a total temptress when she straddled his lap and reached between them to fist his dick. He hadn't planned on doing anything other than just having lunch with her, but watching her complete tasks for him, first at his direction with the filing and then on her own with the dishes, had turned things inexplicably sexual. She had noticed Trace watching her, too. One day, he would have her clearing their table in the nude, giving him an unobstructed view of her perfect body as she served the alpha.
Trace adjusted himself, irritated that the thought was making his pants tight again. It wouldn’t do any good to be rock hard when debriefing with Randy and Justine about their trip to Sweetwater. Thankfully, just the thought of talking with his sister was enough to take the wood out of his dick.
Although…maybe he could put it to good use with Mariam before the betas returned. The hope was enough to revive his cock almost instantly.
A part of him wondered if he had been too rough with her, though. Trace chastised himself as he remembered how he had pierced her lips with his canines. She had cried out--either in pleasure or pain, it was difficult to tell. The look in her eyes had told him she enjoyed it, but it was hard to know for sure without asking. He needed to have a conversation with her about that soon to prevent things from escalating things in the wrong direction physically if rough play wasn’t appealing to her, but something told him that his sexy mate liked things a little kinky.
Trace slowed in front of the alpha house. The streetlights were already on, signaling that he should return home, if for no other reason than to sample more of his mate. Maybe soon, she’d be ready for everything their union could provide. His body hummed at the idea.
When he entered the front door, Trace couldn’t help but picture what it would be like to have her waiting there to greet him, eager to serve him in every way. It would take time to train her. He needed to move slowly so she wouldn’t fight so hard against being obedient. Though he had to admit— it was more than a little fun to play into the power struggle with her.
“Mariam,” he called up the stairs, removing his earbuds. Trace frowned when she didn't answer.Was it a mistake to leave her here alone? Had she run away?Just the thought of having to track her down again made him see red. But no— her scent was still in the air. She was here, somewhere in the house. His eyes widened at another smell that settled in the air.Was she wearing perfume?
The alpha took the stairs two at a time, eager to find the woman who was attempting to seduce him. She didn’t needperfume; her scent was intoxicating on its own, but the idea that she was doing it to draw him in had Trace chomping at the bit.
He frowned again when he caught a whiff of my own body odor. After the long run, Trace was more than overdue for a shower. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, trying to decide if he should forgo the shower and search for her or offer her a more appealing version of himself by cleaning up first.
He could wait a few minutes to shower, though his wolf told him he was making a mistake by not searching for her immediately.
Trace tossed his clothes in the hamper and made quick work of scrubbing himself down. He was going to grab a new outfit from the closet but thought better of it. Maybe Mariam would have a harder time resisting if he came to her in only a towel.
