The semester, which began not so long ago, is almost in the middle now. The days were flying by, and I was barely keeping up. This time last year, I was the sole guardian of my son Zion, with a little help from Diya’s parents, and yet I had my life under control. Now I had Aaron and his siblings, Lionel, Diya, and her family helping with him, and yet I barely had anything under control.
Well, last year, you didn’t have the man you call Aaron on your mind and body now and then, and you also weren’t aiming for a PhD.
True to that, but I wish I could get everything in check. Now I felt like a clumsy mother whose only care in the world was giving her boyfriend an orgasm anywhere and everywhere.
The sex was great, despite my telling Aaron for the millionth time that it wasn’t. He wanted me, and I wanted him, and saying no to him wasn’t an option.
In the last month, I noticed how strong his desire and cravings were when the full moon approached, and, most times, I could barely keep up with them.
I was human, and my stamina couldn’t match that of any werewolf, much less an alpha, yet he couldn’t get enough of me. I wore a scarf around my neck most days because it had so many love bites and marks, and the sight brought back memories.
The search for a way out of Aaron’s fate has begun for a month now, and we remain optimistic every day about something positive. I also dedicated myself to my research in the werewolf lore and myth books available at the library. There were about four, and the three I had bought had no mention of the curse of power in them. I still didn’t give up. I had one more to go, and if I still had nothing, I’d keep searching.
I feel it in my gut that we are closer than ever to averting this cruel fate, and I had to keep the faith.
I got out of my car and headed for my office when my phone buzzed loudly. I reached for it in my bag and saw the caller ID as Tatiana.
“Hello.”
“Hello, Zera. How are you?” Her small voice came through.
“I’m good, and you?”
“Very good,” she responded, taking a pause. “Are you still up for the picnic later today?” she asked with hope in her voice.
It was an arrangement for the Adams siblings to meet and catch up. At the outing, we would get to tell each other about our past week’s experience. We have done it once since this month started, and the first was a great experience, which prompted us to organise the second. It was family only, and so I told Aaron that when he asked if he could come two weeks ago, he couldn’t.
Tatiana and I were now working on our relationship. It wasn’t the best yet. I still had unresolved feelings towards her, but she was my sister, and I know that’s what our father would have wanted. She was just a naive girl who thought she knew better. Lionel also supported our attempt at repairing burned bridges and joined us in ensuring that.
If Betty knew her children were getting over the past and working on a better relationship with each other, she said nothing about it. I didn’t put much faith in her, though. I forgave Tatiana for her past errors, but I wasn’t sure I could do the same for Betty. While my sister’s only fault was thinking her life would be better with Owen, Betty did much worse by putting me down to sabotage and putting all the blame in the world on me, especially after my father’s death. Her words left scars that were still healing, and I know she doesn’t care or see the pain she caused, so I believe it was best to keep her far from me.
Tia told me Betty didn’t support her decision to leave Owens, even after proof came up that he had cheated on her multiple times. In Betty’s words, no marriage was perfect, and she could work on making it better. Tia told me she felt hurt and abandoned, and when she thought our mother would stand up for her, she didn’t. Betty had always had her eyes on the luxury Owens and his family could provide her, and she ignored everything else. Tia now lived with Lionel, as she had nothing to fall back on after leaving Owens. We believe she will soon find her feet again.
“Yes, I remember, and I will be there.” I pushed open the door of my office, and there stood Aaron beside my chair, close to the window, in a pair of blue suits and trousers, already waiting for me.
He looked all dressed and ready for his day at the office. Ever since Hart Company officials moved over to the States last month, Aaron has not been involved in running it. He’d been more dedicated to his research and to finding a way out of his fate, and the little time he had left he spent on me. Seeing him all dressed up was an alluring sight.
“Good.” She sounded excited. “See you there then, and have a nice day.”
“You too.”
I slipped my phone into my bag and approached my seat, where Aaron stood beside me. “What are you doing here?” I asked, and my brow narrowed.
“I thought I’d see you after dropping Zion off at school, but you don’t look too happy to see me,” he said in a dramatically sad tone.
I was happy to see him, but he’d done things in the past that made me not want to see him before my first class began. Things that had my legs up in the air and me moaning with my back on the desk.
I set it on the table and crossed my arms over my chest. “I am happy to see you. I’m not excited about it. I know what you want, and I’m not ready to give it.”
A coy smile came to his face. “What, then, do you think I want?”
“Me,” I answered blankly. I didn’t want to sound smug, but I knew what he wanted whenever he showed up unannounced like this, and he knew what I wanted whenever I did, too.
He grinned, and those damn dimples came into display.
“If you weren’t on my mind all night, perhaps I wouldn’t be awake wanting you and needing to come down here to see you. In conclusion, this is your fault,” he accused.
I couldn’t believe my ears, but this was Aaron, and I shouldn’t feel surprised.
“I have a class by eight, and I can’t do what you want, sorry.”
He glanced at his wristwatch before turning to me with a hopeful look on his face. “We have twenty minutes,” he informed me.
“No shit, we do. I have to revise and have all my facts straight before leaving for class. Last week, you had me so disoriented that I couldn’t give the proper function of a heart!” I lashed out, remembering how awkwardly the student stared at me when I kept mumbling instead of giving answers.
“It was a wonderful orgasm, though,” he said, a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips.
My eyes fluttered, thinking back to the feel of his tongue on me and how shaky my legs were after I came crashing down from the height. It took me a while to think straight and even walk. It was one of the best orgasms I’d gotten from him, and knowing he had given me that with just his mouth gave me a gratifying feeling.
“Wasn’t it?” he asked, and I snapped out of my thoughts to find him standing before me, his gaze locked on my lips.
I bit my lower lips and nodded. “It was,” I answered.
He leaned in and took my lips into his for a soft and mind-numbing kiss. I kissed back, and he deepened it, snaking his tongue into my mouth.
I moaned.
His hands moved down and cupped my butt, pulling me against himself, and I felt him throb against me, showing me how wanted I was.
I swallowed and let my hand slide down his fitted body and onto his belt. I fumbled with the buckle, and I soon had it undone. Then, I pushed down the trouser, leaving his boxer brief, and I let my hand familiarise itself with the surroundings of his throbbing cock over the boxer.
He moaned and pushed himself against me, his need growing. He wanted me, and I wanted him, too. I wanted to make him feel good and desired. I slipped my hand into the boxer briefs he had on, and the already hard and needy member of my lover greeted me.
He drew a sharp breath and broke the kiss to stare into my eyes. The lustful flicker of red overshadowed his hazel eyes, and his lips were wet, rosy, and parted to take in much air. The sight was not only glorious; it was enchanting. He didn’t hide how I made him feel, and that fueled my confidence.
“Sit down,” I commanded, and he dropped into my seat in the next second. I settled between his legs soon after, my hand wrapping around his hard member and stroking it lazily. I glanced at him, not wanting to miss the reaction on his face.
“This is what you want, big guy?”
He ran a shaky hand through his neatly arranged hair and nodded. “Yes, love, touch it so well.”
I couldn’t help but smile. I always loved it when he let go of my hands. He took control and care of me most of the time, and so the little times I got to be in charge of his pleasure, I made the most of it. I tightened my grip around him, and he hissed out, his eyes fluttering.
I leaned in and angled the head of his cock so I could take it into my mouth, and I moaned when I took him in.
“Fuck!” he cussed out, and his hand came to grab me by my hair and then moved to settle at the back of my neck.
I relaxed my throat to take more of him into my mouth while still stroking him.
I felt his pulse in my mouth, and I knew he was getting closer with every bob of my head.
“I want to cum inside you, love.” He panted, pulling his shiny cock out, and it made the pop sound.
He reached out and pulled me on top of him, so I straddled his waist. His right hand lifted my orange gown to give me much freedom, and he moved beneath us and moved my pants aside so he could feel and touch me the way he wanted. His fingers met with the wetness between my legs, and they aided his easy entrance into me.
He pulled out and angled my waist up to move his hard length into me. We sighed as he pushed in. I saw his eyes as he tried to hold off his release for a little longer while I rode him slowly.
“How much longer do we have?” I asked, panting out as I rose and fell on his length.
He glanced at his wristwatch, then turned to me with an unreadable look on his face.
I was certain we had spent over twenty minutes here and didn’t know how to feel about it. “Shit!” I cursed and began getting up.
“Don’t get up!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide and desperate.
“How much longer?” I demanded.
“Five more minutes,” he said, tightening his arms around my waist, and he began thrusting into me. My eyes rolled to the back when he hit my spot, and he did it a few more times before I fell from the height of ecstasy.
We stayed still for over a minute, trying to recover some of our lost strength.
His length stayed buried in me when he said, “Thank you.”
I lifted my head off his shoulder to stare up at him. I kissed his parted lips before climbing off him. I adjusted my pants and pulled my gown down.
I examined my face in the small mirror I had taken out of my bag, and once it was okay, I slipped it back into my bag.
“Have a nice day at work,” he said, still not bothered to move from the position where he had his release.
I smiled and said, “Thank you, and you too.”
He winked at me. “I already am.”