Rachelle’s pov
I can’t explain what happened to me yesterday. I felt like a completely different person and even though I liked this new, somewhat me, it was exhausting at the same time.
Because the fire that was still licking inside of me, consumes me to an extent, and I’m afraid to see what damage will be done when it burns down.
The truth was, I felt stronger, Violet’s words are etched in my brain and Everett definitely had an effect on me that made me feel seen, appreciated, and wanted. But anxiety, depression, and especially insecurity are not something you get over within a day. It’s a process that takes time when properly tackled and takes longer or forever when tackled recklessly. A slow and painful process but one worth making especially with the right people beside you and I feel like I’m finally getting there.
“Hey” Everett’s sleepy voice vibrated against my neck as he stirred behind me, he threw his arm over my waist with my back pressed against his chest. He picked up his phone from the nightstand and groaned “why are you not sleeping. It’s just 2:00 am”
“Good morning”I smiled when he propped himself up, and I rolled over on my back to look up at him. It was insane and unearthly and peaceful he looked with his sleepy eyes and disheveled hair.
” How did you sleep?” He asked as I placed my hands on his cheeks, letting my thump run across his skin while smiling up at him. “Like a baby. How about you?”
My thumb grazed over his lower lip which elicited a guttural groan from him. His teeth came down on my finger in a firm bite “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good” he admitted and I couldn’t help but smile at him all the more.
“Hmmm, I see,” I said snaking my fingers in his hair
“Why are you up so early? Do you have somewhere you want to be?”
“By 2:00 am? Yeah. Definitely, there’s somewhere I want to be” I said and his grin widened.
“I see you’ve got a smart mouth, huh?”
“Don’t act like it doesn’t turn you on”
“You don’t need that smartmouth to turn me on, Rachelle.” He groaned against my neck as his finger snaked into my oversized t-shirt and he drew lines on my belly button, the friction caused a shiver to run down my spine. “You want to know what turns me on, though?”
“What?” I almost moaned out the question, as his fingers continued to ransack my skin.
“You” he breathed out. “All of you. And it is not only about the mate bond… it’s all you. Your smile” he kissed the back of my neck “your laugh” he pinched the skin right below my breast. “Your curves” he kissed the back of my head ” your strong will and strength” he brushed a part of my hair from my face “your smell” I felt him sniff me “the way you shiver under my touch” he pressed further into my body. “The way you moan out my name” I felt him kiss the back of my ears. “Your scars” I felt him trail his tongue along the scar on my left shoulder. “Every little and fucking big thing about you, Te Amo” he cooed, while kissing my collarbone, and if hearing all that he said didn’t heat me up, his touch definitely jumpstarted me, and once again, I was a dignified burning mess for him.
“Everett” I cried out when he moved further down south. My heart was still fluffy from all the words he said to me yesterday, now adding this to it, I sure felt like I was going to explode.
In one swift motion, he pulled down the covers to reveal my almost bare legs.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said as his index ginger trailed an imaginary line on my leg, igniting me with such feather-like touches as he flavored me up.
“Oh, Rachelle. You look so fucking sexy, all hot and sexy like this” he murmured trailing his hand along my heated skin, from the sole of my feet he moved and stopped right on my thigh. He placed one of his legs between mine, and the sheer feeling of his bare skin against mine, made tingles and goosebumps erupt all over my body while butterflies took their place in my stomach, I leaned into him, reveling in the sensation.
I groaned when I suddenly felt his soft lips on mine, his closeness, and the heat his body was putting off. I felt his mouth crack into a smile against my lips.
“I meant it when I said I love you” he blurted out of nowhere, bringing me out of my frenzy as I just stared at him.
I cupped his cheek and smiled “I wasn’t sure you meant it. I thought it was all part of the flow….. you know?” I admitted and his skin heated under my scrutiny. He sat up and nuzzled his cheek against mine before turning to kiss me gently.
“I meant it, sweetness. I meant all of the words I said to you and I don’t expect you to say it back considering I’ve been shitty to you…. I just want you to know that I love you and always you. It will only and always be you” I heard him fiddling with things as tried to steady by running heartbeat. Part of me wanted to say it back, and part of me doesn’t want to say it back because he did. In all honesty, I don’t know if there’s a name for what I felt for Everett, but love seemed just as close as it could get if not beyond. I knew I cared for him and that I always wanted to see him happy. I couldn’t stay away from him and my heart stung a thousand times more than it felt from Kylie’s whip whenever I saw him talking to another lady. I knew I wanted his attention… just be within the cocoon of his warmth. I knew he gave me butterflies and made me feel lightheaded. I knew his touches gave me goosebumps and lit me up like the end of a tunnel. I knew his kisses took away my sadness and gave me hope…. And maybe I hadn’t recognized what it was sooner but I just did. There was no mistaking this time. No second name for it.
“I love you, Everett” I heard his wolf rumble in his chest at my declaration, rhyming with his breath. He just sat on the bed and stared at me with wide eyes, with an open mouth. I ran my hand around his shoulder and chest and I heard another rumble of his wolf. I moved my hands to his biceps, curling my finger and trailing my nail down his arms. He remained quiet and that scared me. “I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize it. You’ve been so good to me and me confessing has nothing to do with the way you’ve treated me. Okay, it does but just a little-you are just so not lovable. How can I not love you? I mean look at you… you are handsome. You are smart. You are brave. You are a good leader. You are kind and you are Everett….”
“Say that again” he interrupted coming out of his trance, his voice husky with anxiety and need. His eyes burned and searched my face with desire, flooding my senses from sight, smell, and touch to my very soul to the bond that seemed to be growing stronger of its own volition and Theodoredelion.
“I love you, Everett,” I said firmly without fear or restriction, looking directly into his starry-forest eyes. His eyes closed and his jaw clenched as I finished my announcement.
“I’m so honored to be called your lover, Rachelle. Thank you for loving me” he breathed and I just couldn’t help it. I slammed my lips against him, immediately with a strange kind of hunger. My wolf jumped from within.
The kiss was not heated or desperate. There was no chase or play as our tongues collided. It was a pure and utter sensual pleasure. My heart thumped so rapidly in my chest I feared it would jump out of my ribcage, it ached to be closer to him and he seemed to feel the same, his frame abruptly caging me in. His chest exerts pressure on my breast as he leaned on his elbow, his hand gently brushing my side as we continued to explore each other.
In the process of exploring ourselves, we became butt naked, the light from the moon glowed on him and gave him a five O’Clock shadow. He climbed on top of me and his erection pressed on my stomach making me unable to suppress my whimper. An idea struck my mind and I altered our position, him on the bed, with his back against the bedrest and his arms somewhere on the bed.
Everett’s pov
“Let me” her low voice immediately sent a shiver down my spine.
“You don’t…” I started but she was already crawling down my body, her hands fiddling with my belt until she finally pulled down my jeans and boxers not even attempting to take her time. She ran her finger down my cock and I couldn’t help but vibrate like a little cold pony.
“Fuck Rachelle,” I said and closed my eyes but I opened them at the sound of her voice. “I want you to watch,” she commanded. She continued gliding her hand up and down my erection, her eyes trained on the movement studying every inch of me.
“Rachelle” I groaned out feeling exasperated to my bones. Surviving her assault was torture-sweet and sexy torture. Suddenly her fingers wrapped around me, and she began to pump, and then lick those natural pink lips of hers before she placed them right at the base of my groin, her tongue drawing circles on my balls as her hand traveled up and down my length.
She started sucking and licking, her hands still on my balls when she moaned while her mouth was still clasped around my member, her voice vibrating around me as she picked up the pace. “Oh, shit Rachelle” my left hand held onto the edge of the bedrest while the other one gathered her hair in a tight ponytail, holding on for my dear life.
She looked up at me, her eyes looking so fucking mischievous, her lips curling into a grin when she painfully, clasped her mouth tighter around me. She freed her lips and there was no word to quantify the amount of pleasure I felt. Still looking at me from her hooded eyes, she deep throated me and a guttural gagging sound erupted from the back of her throat. And that was all it took.
My chances of lasting longer could have multiplied by a thousand if I had looked away, but I couldn’t. Her eyes had that look, respect, and appreciation spell in them.
“Fucking hell” I whimpered as I came back from my high. “I need you, now Rachelle,” I said but I had a problem. I had no foil with me and there was no way in hell I was leaving her in my room. No fucking way. “I’m clean and I promise to get you on the pill as soon as dawn comes. Just please….” The rest of my words died when she straddled me, her hands on my shoulder as she guided herself down my length, her walks closing around me like it was finally there it belonged.
With every move she made, I thrust upward, meeting her halfway and every time I thrusted into her, her moan increased by an octave.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chorused as I picked up the pace. “Fuck…. Everett…. I’m gonna…” I made her swallow her words with my thrust. The friction between us was graced by her delicious moan. I watched as her ass bounced, my ass closing around her ass cheek.
“I can’t”…
” Please, Rachelle, don’t stop,” I shamelessly begged. Her fingernails deliciously dug into my back skin as we both found our release. Me, beneath her panting like a wild panther, and she on top of me heaving like the damsel she was.
“That was… I love you, Everett” she murmured before I began to hear a soft snoring sound coming from her.
“Sleep well baby” I murmured and kissed the top of her head and just like that, I fell asleep in comfort and bliss, Rachelle’s naked body pressed against mine.
I was happy I woke up before Rachelle because that was my fucking plan but I’m seething because I watched as all my plans shattered before my very eyes.
I stopped and looked at the mess I created in the kitchen all in the name of trying to prepare breakfast for Rachelle. There were eggs, flour, and butter smeared everywhere on the kitchen counter and I couldn’t help but groan…
“Violetaaaaaaa” I growled through the mind-link and I heard her laugh in reply.
Wait, hold on a sec. Has she been watching me?