CHAPTER SIXTY
NADIA
They showed up!
Jack had stopped by my place that night. He said he was traveling the next day and wanted to see me one last time before he did. The timing felt strange and bittersweet, but I cherished every second.
We sat close on the couch, sharing stories and laughter, the room was illuminated by the soft glow of a lamp in the corner. His presence warmed me, a stark contrast to the flickering uncertainties that loomed in the back of my mind.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving,” I muttered, trying to keep my voice steady, though a hint of sadness slipped through. “You just got here.”
“I know, it sucks,” he replied, running a hand through his tousled hair. “But I have to go see my family before I leave for school.”
“Will you be gone long?” I probed, biting my lip as I leaned against him.
“Just a couple of weeks,” he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer. “I promise I’ll be back before you know it, and then we can hang out again.”
His words did little to ease the dread pooling in my stomach. I wished he didn’t have to go, that he was staying here with me, where we could laugh and joke like we had been doing lately. Plus tonight felt special, and I wanted to make the most of it.
With the tense space around us, we fell into playful banter, teasing each other as laughter danced between us. Before I knew it, I blurted out, “I wish you could just stay, you know? I like having you around.”
His gaze softened, and for a moment, the playful smirk slipped away. He tucked some hair behind my ear and said, “I like being around you too, Nadia.”
We spent the night lost in each other’s company. Everything felt perfect. The laughter turned into flirting, and before long, we were sharing tender kisses that ignited butterflies in my stomach. That warmth soon exploded into something deeper, more primal-a heat that wrapped around us like a blanket, drawing us together and making the rest of the world fade away.
Jack and I made love.
From the kiss, our bodies heated up quickly and instead of pulling away, he made me lay on the couch and began to spread kisses about my face.
His lips moved to my ears and after nibbling on it for a while, it went down to my neck.
My breathing doubled at his actions but I didn’t want him to stop. Instead, I placed my hands on his chest holding him closer to me while unbuttoning his shirt. At my actions, he looked at me with a small smile that danced at the corner of his lips then sucked my skin harder as he traced kisses along the line that ran between my breast till he got to my waist.
Jack had already taken my shirt off and my bra, so what was left on me was the short skirt on me and my pant that had already clung to my vagina because of how wet I was.
With his teeth, he picked up my skirt by the edge and began to pull it down while his fingers drew patterns around my waist and up to my navel.
As soon as he managed to get the skirt off, he raised himself and leaned closer to me in a way that his face was now above my breast.
“Jack…” I cooed, seeing that he licked his lips as he stared at my firm nipples. Without wasting any time, he leaned on it, my breast almost covering his face as he sucked it with all intent, his lips shuffling between the two nipples.
A pack of milk was on the table by our side and without wasting any time, Jack reached for it then poured a soft amount on my breast and began to suck it again.
His actions made my toe curl and my hands began to reach for his cock, wanting to grab it, feel it, and swallow but Jack would not let me.
I felt like I was being tortured, a type of torture that I enjoyed, desperately wanting to free myself from the thoughts of Alex and Sandro that consumed me.
His fingers moved to my vagina and after pushing my pant aside began to move in the most exciting way. Rough and sweet.
With the rising tension that we felt, Jack wasted no time and ripped off my pant, and just as his cock slipped into my walls, I let out a loud moan.
Soft whimpers and claps filled the room as Jack’s hard cock slammed into my walls while he held my legs up.
After some minutes of pleasuring ourselves, he laid back and made me sit on his thick cock after rubbing it with his palm. I was to ride him.
I looked into his eyes not exactly sure how to continue. “Don’t laugh if I do rubbish,” I mumbled.
“Everything with you is perfect.”
Even as I felt like it was just talk, Jack’s words made my cheeks fluster. I leaned into him and with his hands supporting my ass, I moved in a way that made him shut his eyes while squeezing his legs.
With the guttural moans he realized, I knew he was enjoying it. We continued that way, slow, passionate, and intense till he cummed with his legs shaking, and I rested on him after.
Hours passed in blissful ignorance, while reality was knocking insistently on the door. Eventually, as we lay tangled in the sheets, the conversation shifted. Jack had grown quiet, his fingers absentmindedly playing with my hair as an uncomfortable silence settled over us.
“Jack?” I asked softly, breaking the mood. “What’s wrong?”
He looked down, uncertainty flickering through his eyes. “I have to leave now, Nadia. I just wanted to say goodbye before I go.”
My heart sank. “I don’t want you to go, not now,” I protested, my voice trembling slightly. “Can’t you just stay a little longer? I just… I don’t want to feel insecure about you being away. I need you here.”
Holding on to him tightly in bed, I looked into his eyes, desperate for him to understand. “What if something happens while you’re gone? What if I never see you again?”
Jack’s lips brushed against mine as he leaned closer. He kissed me gently, and I melted at his touch. His hands traveled across my skin, igniting feelings I couldn’t suppress. “Nadia,” he murmured, pulling back ever so slightly. “I will come back for you. When I do, I promise I’ll never leave your sight again.”
“Promise?” I asked, looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.
“I swear it,” he said, his voice full of sincerity.
Feeling overwhelmed, I climbed up to kiss him one last time-a kiss suffused with warmth and longing, filled with promises of tomorrow. But soon enough, Jack slipped away, getting up to dress, the room feeling colder without him.
After he finished dressing, he turned to me one last time. “No matter what happens, remember I care about you, okay? You mean a lot to me. Don’t forget that.”
I nodded, swallowing the lump rising in my throat. “I won’t forget.”
I wish he was my mate!
As I watched him walk out of my room, my heart felt heavy. I could only hope he kept his promise. He walked out the door and I was left standing there, staring as he got into his car and drove off into the night. I felt so small and fragile, and the sadness crept through my veins like ice, wrapping tightly around my heart.
While I stood there, I kept thinking about him, grateful that I had him in my life, even if it wasn’t for long. My mind was a whirlpool of memories, counting the moments I wished I could keep. Just as I was about to shake off the melancholy and go to the bathroom to freshen up, I heard a gentle knock on the door.
My heart raced with excitement as I thought maybe Jack had changed his mind about going back home tonight and decided to spend the night with me after all. Rushing to the door, I opened it without bothering to look through the small opening to see who it was.
Shock, pure shock gripped me as I froze on the threshold. Standing before me were four guys and a girl, their faces smirking with intentions I couldn’t quite decipher. The moment the door swung wide, my heart plummeted as the girl stepped forward.
“Hi, Nadia,” she said, and I immediately recognized her. It was Bethany, Alex’s girlfriend-the girl I knew all too well from school, and not in a good way.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, a flutter of panic taking over. I glanced at the other faces, unfamiliar and intimidating, and I felt a wave of unease wash over me.
“Oh, they’re my new friends,” Bethany said, smiling strangely as if everything was perfectly fine.
“What are you doing here?” I repeated, trying to put on a brave face as fear slithered beneath my skin. All my instincts screamed at me to close the door, but before I could move, they pushed their way inside, flooding into my small living space like shadows, filling it with an aura of danger.
“Why are you here?” I asked again, pretending not to be scared, but my voice quivered, giving me away.
Bethany stepped closer, and without warning, her hand sliced through the air, landing a stinging slap across my face. “You’re responsible for my ruined relationship with Alex!” she accused, her voice sharp.
I was taken aback. “What? I have nothing to do with that! I don’t even know what’s happening between you two!”
“Oh, you think you can deny it?” she spat, eyes blazing with fury. “You think you just get to live your life and not face the consequences?”
Drawing back, she introduced her new friends. “Meet my friends! They’re here to help me teach you a little lesson.”
My heart raced, and desperation clawed at me. “Bethany, I don’t know what you’re talking about! Please, just leave.”
With a cruel smile stretching across her lips, she said, “I’m not going to watch, I’m just going to leave and let them do their job.”
“No!” I yelled, terrified, but she stepped past me with a bright laugh, and before I could stop her, they closed me in.
As the men began to move toward me, I stumbled back, my back hitting the wall. “Please, stay back! I don’t want any trouble!” I pleaded with them, my heart racing as they advanced, growling with low, rumbling sounds that ignited fear within me. My instincts yelled at me to run, and I turned to flee, but it was too late.
“Help! Somebody, help me!” I shouted, but my voice felt small and lost amidst their growls. I desperately ran towards the back door, hoping to escape into the night, but as I glanced over my shoulder, they were closer. Cloaked in the aura of predators, they surrounded me.
Suddenly, the door burst open! I gasped as Alex and Sandro barreled through in their wolf forms, fierce and powerful, radiating energy that was both intimidating and reassuring.
I felt a wave of relief wash over me, but it was cut short as the battle began. Alex and Sandro rushed protectively to my side, and just like that, chaos erupted around us. The air filled with the sounds of growls snarls, and clashes as my supposed tormentors transformed into their wolf forms, ready to retaliate.
Alex lunged forward, mouth snapping as he charged one of Bethany’s men. Sandro was right behind him, fierce protectiveness shining in his eyes as he pushed back against the others-a whirlwind of fur and teeth colliding in the room. Everything spilled into chaos, my furniture was knocked aside as the fight intensified, turning my home into a battleground.
I watched, frozen in shock, the electricity of danger swirling around me as the two sides clashed. It felt surreal; the sound of growling echoed, and instinct took over. I could hardly believe what was happening. Just moments ago, I had been wishing for solace, and now I was surrounded by violence.
After a fierce struggle, the men began to falter. With one last snarl, they looked at each other and retreated from the house, scrambling away into the night, leaving me rattled and shaken.
Breathing heavily, Alex and Sandro transformed back into their human forms, standing before me like shadows of power and protection as they panted, catching their breath.
“Are you okay, Nadia?” Alex asked, his voice gentle, concern etched on his face.
“Yeah, I’m-” I started, but as my body began to tremble, I realized I wasn’t okay at all.
“Just leave me alone!” I blurted out suddenly, pushing them away even as a voice inside me screamed to let them stay. They had battled for me, fought and defended me, and yet here I was, scared and confused.
They exchanged glances, and I could see concern in their eyes, but instead of letting myself be comforted, I closed my heart off. Just moments before, I had felt utterly alone, yet now I pushed away the very presence that had shielded me.
As they turned to walk away, something inside me shifted. The realization crashed down like a wave. “Wait, please! Don’t go!” I shouted, desperation spilling from my lips as panic coursed through me.
When they turned back, something in me ignited. I rushed at them, grabbing their shoulders and pulling them towards me. With wild abandon, I pressed my lips against theirs, kissing them fiercely, pouring all my confusion, desire, and need into that kiss.
At first, they were taken aback, shock etching their features, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was this moment. I wanted them, my heart racing as my world narrowed down to this shared connection. The rush of adrenaline still pulsed through me, pushing aside fear and replacing it with an overwhelming yearning.
With all the strength I could muster, I guided them towards my bed, my heart pounding with a mix of vulnerability and desire. I knew it was irrational and reckless, but at that moment, all I wanted was to be surrounded by them, to let them know how deeply I felt for them even as I tried to avoid it.
They hesitated, eyes wide, but as our lips met again, I didn’t care what they thought at that instant. I felt alive. I felt powerful. The world outside faded away, leaving just the three of us tangled in a dance of raw emotion, beckoning us toward something I didn’t fully understand but yearned to explore.
“Fuck me, please,” I mentioned in desperation.