“We should go.” Adam said, as we lounged around near the borderlines of the clear water. We must have been lying down there, holding each other for more than twenty minutes, after the third round of sex we had in the water. It was terrific.
He was staring at me even as he began to trail his fingers on my arm, then down to the curve of my naked buttocks. I chuckled.
“Why are you laughing?” Amusement danced in his eyes. He knew why I was chuckling.
“Well, you mentioned that we had to go, but here you are, playing with my buttocks. Do you want to go again? I mean.. you know…” I was sputtering now, and Adam was laughing out loud without remorse, obviously humored by my clumsy avoidance of calling the f word or just sex.
Even though every last shred of shyness had disappeared during our string of lovemaking earlier, I was still feeling abashed, my cheeks red, when it came to saying the word to him.
There was also a freeness to Adam’s activities, like a burden has been released from his shoulders for a while. The look of weariness had disappeared from his eyes, and he was so damn light that I hadn’t been able to recognize or put him together with the Adam that had silently cheered his brothers on as they bullied me.
This place was magic. I can see why he and his brothers had hidden it from the eyes of the other members of the pack. Did his father know of this place?
“Damn, Maya, we just made love, and you are still shy?” He questioned, dropping a kiss on my lips, causing my brain to turn to mush again, and my insides to tighten with want. How could I still want him again after all we have done during the last two to three hours? Was I becoming a sex maniac?
Adam groaned then, shaking his head.
“Maya…the party. We have to leave, before my brothers start searching for us. They would probably check here first.”
I sighed, not ready to face reality again. “You are right. Let’s go.”
Gingerly, I stood up from the rocky ground, aware that he was staring at me, yet choosing to bask under his attention as I took slow sensual steps to where my clothes had been dropped in a heap, instead of giving in to my abashment and shyness again.
“You are beautiful, Maya.” I heard him murmur, and smiled, before bending down, consciously shaking my buttocks as I picked up my clothes from the elevated rock.
Standing up, maintaining the same slow pace, I tried working my bra around my chest, but hands from behind me reached for my breasts and cupped them in his hands, before the bra could do its job.
“Adam…what are you doing?” I asked him, half teasing, half wanting, or rather needing him to keep up the candor.
He inhaled deeply, breathing my scent into his lungs, his hands moving slowly over my body, taking his time with me, fighting off the beast raging to possess me-I could feel it. I felt his emotions too.
He still felt sad that he had hurt me too much, bullied me all these years, taken happiness from me that he wasn’t sure he could ever give back. He was sad I was leaving. He was a tad bit worried that my first time with him might not have been too beautiful, to be as right as he wanted to make it.
I smiled, feeling a lone tear slip past my eyes, wanting to turn around and tell him that I felt most peaceful with him and that I have forgiven him. But I couldn’t do that because it would warrant some questions that I wasn’t sure of the answers to. Like why was my sight and hearing nerves enhanced now? Why could I feel his emotions?
These new developments wanted me to hope, but I’ve been trained better. I couldn’t let my emotions override my logic. It was probably because of the environment. It smelt of magic.
“Don’t cry, love,” He whispered softly into my throat, his mouth resting over my pulse, his tongue stroking the frantic rhythm. Could he feel my emotions too? That his surrender to me was making me so emotional and teary?
I felt his body clench; hunger rose until it beat at him, at me. His teeth scraped my neck, a sweet torment for both of us. He picked on my breasts then, kneading my nipples with his fingers, marveling at how soft I was, how perfect. My bones felt small beneath his seeking hands, yet my muscles were firm and my skin like satin.
He was trembling now, a shudder of effort to hold back his wild nature. Sensations and textures danced with swirling colors and heat. He would never forget the feeling of this moment. I knew, just like I knew that I wouldn’t.
I felt the change in him, in the way his hands caressed my thighs, the absolute conviction in his mind. I felt his fierce hunger, the burning in his body, his urgent need. He quickly pulled us gently to a part of the surrounding area covered with grasses. His body blanketed mine, imprisoned me, his knee effectively parting my legs.
My body clenched hotly as he pressed against me, hard and insistent. My heart jolted in sudden weak rebellion, but his mouth was on my breast, driving out sane thoughts. With every hot pull of his mouth, moist heat throbbed and beckoned him deeper until he met innocent resistance.
“I choose you as my mate.” He said, reluctantly letting my nipple go. His teeth scraped my soft, creamy flesh. Liquid heat bathed him invitingly.
“I claim you as my mate. I belong to you. I offer my life for you.” His hands found my small hips, cupped me in his palms. His body was a relentless, savage ache of burning hunger.
“I give you my protection, my allegiance, my heart, my soul, and my body. I take into my keeping the same that is yours. Your life, happiness, and welfare will be placed above my own for all time.”
“Stop it, Adam,” I whispered desperately, feeling every word, every breath weaving us so tightly together that I couldn’t tell where he left off and I began. This was wrong even though it seemed right. I had no wolf, and I wouldn’t let myself become a burden to Adam. His father might oust him out of an inheritance because of me, and I didn’t want that for him. I didn’t want him to regret these moments if he should remember what he will lose.
“You are my mate, bound to me for all eternity and always in my care.” His teeth sank deep; his body surged into mine. White-hot pain exploded over both of us, leaving shimmering flames leaping high and hot.
My cry was lost in my throat. I wrapped my arms around his head and cradled him. Welded together, body, mind, and heart, my life flowing into him, his body took command of mine.
He moved gently, tenderly, a long, sure stroke designed to coax me, to calm him. My muscles clenched around him, and he surged forward, buried himself deep in my very core, his mouth drawing the essence of my life into his keeping. The world narrowed, receded, until I was his breath, his heart, the blood flowing in his veins. There was no darkness, no shadows, only my body with its heat and flowing colors and leaping flames.
My body gripped his, shuddered, clenched, and the earth itself seemed to roll and shake. Molten heat coiled around him like a volcano, and he was crying out, his seed spilling into me, his body going up in my flames.
“Just once, Maya, say you need me, too,” he whispered, resting his head on my chest thereafter.
I lifted his head, my eyes moving over his sensual face, meeting his blue eyes. I smiled a slow, sexy, very wicked smile. Then I dropped my head down to his chest, stroked the heavy muscles with my tongue.
“I will always need you, Adam.” I knew it might be forever. This connection. Even though I left the pack. My body felt as if it didn’t belong to me, that he had taken possession of and failed to return some intrinsic part of me. I appeared outwardly calm, but panic was welling up, fear, sheer terror. Could I hope?
Adam’s hand stroked the length of my hair, lingered on the curve of my bottom. “I have never experienced anything like this,” he said softly, attempting to find the words to fight my panic.
I swallowed hard, listening to the frantic pounding of my heart. “How would you know, silly?” I teased back, trying desperately to appear normal. “You have slept with more than half of the school’s female population.”
“True. But I choose you now.” He said, starting his wandering motions again, this time around my thighs.
“What about Claire? What about your father? Adam, you know I am wolfless. This was a mistake.” I blurted out before I could stop myself, regretting my words the next minute when I saw reality flash across his eyes.
His trailing motions stopped and he sat up, his eyes searching for his own clothes.
Won’t he say something?
“You won’t be for long. Let’s go. We can talk during the party.” He said, standing up from the ground, his hand stretched out toward me.
But I was stiff.
What did his last statement mean?
Could his blood create a wolf gene in me, or was he only hoping for a miracle?