“So, you and the Alpha King done the deed?’ Sara asks bluntly, clearly drunk like me and I shake my head in response. “No.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. Maybe he should switch with another she-wolf that can satisfy his needs. That hunk of a man needs a good lay.” The other girl snickers and tries to hold her laugh in, but ultimately fails and laughs out loud. I’m hurt, but I don’t show it.
As shocked as I am by her comment, I choose not to engage, knowing full well she would overpower me since I don’t have Seles even in her drunk state. I quickly finish up and say goodbye nicely and head back, trying to forget that it’s completely possible that I wouldn’t be able to satisfy him in any type of physical capacity. It plays on my mind, but I shove it down as I get back to Nate. I sit down and he leans in. “I’m about ready to head home, what about you?”
I nod. “I’m the same. I’m way too drunk to keep going.” He nods and grasps my hand as I stand, and we head out together and into the limo. It starts to pull away and I look in confusion. “We’re not waiting for everyone else?” He shakes his head. “The driver will come back and do more trips. We’re the only ones going back right now.”
“Oh okay.”
It’s mere moments before we’re back and heading into our room. I sit on the bed and groan loudly, as I feel the pain from my feet now that my body is more relaxed.
“You okay?” Nate asks and I sit up and nod. “Yeah.” I try to pull off my boots but have a hard time getting them off. I lean my head back and groan again in frustration. Mainly from the thoughts of Sara’s stupid comment, but also the fact that I can’t get my boots off.
As I look up, I gasp as Nate is kneeling in front of me, his hands resting on my right calf.
“Can I help?” He asks and I blush slightly and nod. He unzips the boots with ease, and slides them off my feet, massaging my calves slightly as he does so. I shiver as he stands up and leans over me on the bed, his face mere inches from mine.
“What’s got you so frustrated? Surely a pair of boots isn’t that angering.”
Fuck. He can tell there’s something wrong. Quick. Deflect.
“It’s nothing, I’m good. Just drunk.” I try to say in the most upbeat way with a smile, and he scoffs and shakes his head. “I know you enough now that I know something’s bugging you. Spill.”
“I swear it’s fine.” He backs off me and I stand up and move towards my side of the bed.
“Ivy. Spill.” He says deeply and my back prickles in response.
“It’s the stupidest thing, I don’t want to say.”
“Stop deflecting and tell me.”
I sigh in frustration and turn to face him, the bed between us. “Sara said something back at the club, and it’s playing on me. It shouldn’t but it is, and I’m embarrassed.”
“What did she say?” He asks curiously.
“She basically insinuated that I can’t satisfy your needs, and that you should have another she-wolf with you during this whole retreat so you can get a good lay.”
I don’t expect what happens next. The deep laugh that comes from him startles me a little and after a few minutes, he pulls himself together. “Sara needs to get her eyes checked. I’m perfectly fine spending this retreat with you.”
I stay silent and he approaches me. “Do you really think that you couldn’t satisfy me in bed?” I blush and turn away. “I don’t know, I haven’t been intimate since I lost my virginity in high school. So, it’s up for debate.”
“No, it’s not. You know why?” I turn to face him again and shake my head slightly.
“Close your eyes.” I look at him in confusion but then close them. “Raise your hands up.” He demands and I comply with his request. I gasp and my eyes shoot open as he’s pinned me to the wall with one hand beside the window on my side of the room, his body completely melded into mine.
“There’s no doubt in my mind of your ability.” He separates my legs with his other hand and then grinds into me while holding my hip and my legs shake. I feel his full erection pushed against me and he groans. “You affect me in ways I never thought possible.”
My breathing quickens as he kisses my neck and a stifle a moan.
Oh my god.
“I want you, clearly. I’ve been holding back because I wasn’t sure you felt the same way, but the way you were all over me tonight makes me think otherwise.”
He pulls his head back and our eyes make full contact.
“Of course, I want you too, isn’t it obvious?” I ask.
“It is now.” He says and his lips collide with mine.
Ivy’s POV
The moment his lips met mine, every worry, fear, and uncertain thought disappeared.
He moves from my lips to my neck, releasing my hands and I wrap them around his neck. I gasp as he takes that moment to lift me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, erection still against me, but oh so more obvious. I let out a small moan and he chuckles as he holds me up, hands fully palming my ass while supporting me.
“I want to hear more of that.” He whispers and I dip my head down into his shoulder to hide my blush, but it’s short lived as he adjusts, holding me up with one arm and trailing up my back. I realize what he’s about to do only a split second before it happens. He pulls my hair, making my head and back arch, and immediately peppers my neck with soft kisses as he carries me over to the bed.
My breathing quickens as he continues his sweet torment, and he surprises me yet again but turning just before we reach the bed and he sits down, keeping me on top of him so now I’m straddling him, my legs on either side of his hips.
He breaks away to look up at me, trailing a hand up to the back of my neck and pulling me down hard for a kiss before pulling away again and cupping my face. My breathing is heavy as I maintain eye contact with him, my heart racing.
“You okay?” He asks and I nod, still in a bit of a stunned silence.
“I can stop if it’s too much.” He states and I shake my head lightly, reaching down to place my hands on his chest and start undoing the remainder of the buttons on his dress shirt. I lean into his ear as I push his shirt off his shoulders, savouring the touch of his bare skin.
“Don’t stop.”
Once I made my intentions known, it’s like a bomb went off.
Nate removes his shirt from his arms, his warmth radiating off his body, warming me up. He wraps his arms around me, reaching behind and hooking his fingers in the sides of my shirt, pulling gently up and over my head. He discards it to the floor with a soft muffled thump, leaving me exposed in my black fabric bralette. He glances down ay my exposed body and growls lowly and possessively, making shivers run through my whole body and being.
I go in for another deep kiss and as we break away, he growls “You’re mine.” Before dipping his head down and placing open mouthed kisses on my breasts, teasing my already sensitive nipples with his tongue and teeth through my bralette. His possessiveness over me makes my whole body come alive, as if he’s commanded my response to him. I feel myself getting more and more turned on, the position we’re in not leaving much to thought. I arch into him, biting my lip to stop the moans threatening to escape my throat, but it’s useless. Lustful sounds escape me, the sensations overtaking me since I haven’t been touched in so long.
“That’s my girl. I want to hear you. I want to hear how I make you feel.”
I dig my nails into his shoulders, my hips moving of their own accord, grinding into him. He leans back onto the bed, pulling me down with him. My hair falls over my shoulders as our eyes connect again, me now on all fours, knees on either side of his hips, and hands on either side of his head, some space between our bodies but barely.
I notice he’s breathing just as heavily as I am, but my attention is drawn to his hand that cups my face, tucking some of my hair behind my ear before he gives me a final warning.
“Once I start this I won’t want to stop. I will if I need to, but you have to let me know. Okay?”
“I will. I promise.”
“Good. Get those pants off.” I inhale sharply at his command but do as I’m told. I back off him slowly, standing to my feet. I hook my fingers in the waistband of my leggings and push them down off my legs and pulling them off my feet once they hit the floor, Nate watching me the entire time. I stand there, suddenly nervous of my body in front of this intimidating Alpha wolf.
Another low possessive growl comes from him, and I shiver head to toe before he beckons me to him with a pat on his thigh, his muscles flexing with the movement. I crawl back over him and as soon as I’m back in position, his hands roam the entirety of me. Shoulders down to my hands, up and down my back to my ass and down my legs as far as he can reach. His touch is like electricity, building need inside me that was a completely foreign feeling up until now.
I gasp as one of his hands stops at my hip, playing with the elastic of my underwear. He pauses there for a moment, as if he’s contemplating what he wants, my need increasing with each little snap of the elastic.
“Are you wet for me, songbird?” He asks and I blush madly as I nod, knowing that I’m pretty much dripping just from his touch at this point.
It’s then that he slides my underwear down my legs, and I lift one leg after the other so he can discard them onto the floor with my other clothes. Then he pulls on my bralette and I sit up, pulling it over my head and discard it as well, me now fully exposed to him. Good god this is torture.
“Let me ask you one thing, songbird and I’ll stop this torment.”