by Emilia Rose
Chapter 55
Isabella
Ryker was dead. Michelle was showering in the Lycan packhouse bathroom. And I was lying on my bed, staring up at my ceiling, and thinking about how different everything suddenly was. Without Ryker breathing down my neck and without the pain of Roman refusing to mark me, I felt free.
So, I did the only logical thing to do when you kill the leader of the Lycans, slaughter hundreds of rogues, and get marked all within twenty-four hours. I rested my head against the headboard, spread my legs, and slipped my hand into my underwear.
My eyes fluttered closed as I played with my clit, rubbing my fingers around in small circles. Wetness pooled between my thighs. I needed this. Something to help me relax after tonight.
“You’re your own woman, huh?” Roman asked.
I opened my eyes to see Roman standing in the doorway. He stepped into my room and closed the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door.
Moonflowers twinkled on my windowsill just like they did at my parents’ house, bouncing off of his golden eyes. I smirked at him as he walked over to me so slowly that it was almost terrorizing.
He stood over the bed, drawing his hand up my thighs and parting them, giving him a better view of my pussy. “You remember what I told you I would do to you, don’t you?”
“Ravish me,” I teased, still touching myself for him.
His fingertips danced up the insides of my thighs, and I shivered. They hovered over my underwear, teasing me with their heat. I raised my hips, trying to maneuver his hand to touch my core, but he just chuckled lowly and pulled his hand away.
“No,” he said, finger under my chin. “I said that I was going to fuck you.” He brushed his thumb against my mark, and I moaned. “Now, take off your panties.”
I bat my lashes at him and continued to touch myself through my underwear, feeling the heat rush to my core. All I wanted was for his fingers to touch me, to make me feel good.
“Take off your panties,” he said again, voice hardening.
“You take them off of—”
He laid on the bed next to me and wrapped one hand around my throat, lightly squeezing. “Be good for once”—he drew his fingers against the hem of my underwear—“and maybe I’ll reward you,” he mumbled against my lips.
I gulped and drew my legs together, not being able to deal with the pressure rising inside of me. He continued to dance his fingers along the hem of my underwear, brushing two of them under the material.
I moaned softly to myself, brows drawn together, and pulled down my panties, aching for him to touch me. He smirked and took them from me, playing with them in his fingers. Then, he tossed them to the side of the bed and lightly pulled one of my thighs over his leg, so they were spread wide for his viewing.
When he trailed his fingers up the inside of my thigh, my pussy clenched. He pressed his hardness against my leg, and I moaned. My fingers hovered over my core, waiting for him to touch me himself. “Don’t stop touching yourself,” he mumbled against my lips, his hand still around my throat.
His fingers lightly continued to brush against the inside of my thigh, sending shivers through my body.
“Please, Roman,” I said.
“Please, what?”
“I want you,” I said.
He smirked against my lips. “You want me?” He grabbed my hand that was touching my pussy and pressed it against his hardness. “You want this?”
I nodded my head, desperate for him, and stroked him through his pants. Waiting. His knuckles brushed against my clit, and I whined softly. “Please.”
“Whose are you?” he asked, fingers hovering over me. I pressed my lips together, my heart racing, and lifted my hips off of the bed—trying to get him to touch my clit, but he pulled his hand further away. He grabbed my chin in his hand. “Are you mine, my dear Isabella?”
I sucked in my bottom lip and gnawed on it, my core tightening.
“Are you mine, Isabella?” he asked, his voice more demanding.
“Yes,” I breathed. I stared up into his beautiful golden eyes. “Yes, Roman, I’m yours.”
He pressed his fingers into my pussy, pumping them in and out of me and slowly tormenting me. But I didn’t just want his fingers anymore. I tried rolling us over, but Roman squeezed his hand around my throat, pinning me to the pillow. “Still Isabella. Enjoy this.”
When he pushed them all the way inside of me, he curled them over and over, making the pressure in my core rise. Without stopping, he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and bit down softly on the flesh.
My body jerked up, my back arching, and he smirked against me. Heat rushed to my center. He bit down harder, and I gripped the bed sheets in one hand and his cock in the other. He continued to thrust his fingers into me, harder, faster, and rougher.
It felt so fucking good, knowing that I was his, knowing that he touched me like this and me only. Nobody else. Me.
He released my neck and curled his arm under my torso, lifting me off of the bed and shoving his fingers deep inside of me. I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as he thrust me into the air over and over. My core tightened around him, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body.
I cried out and relaxed against him for a moment. When he placed me back down on the bed, I pushed him onto his back, pulled down his pants, and wrapped my lips around his cock. Goddess, I had been waiting for it to be inside of me again for weeks.
When I had taken all of him down my throat and spit was dribbling out of my mouth, I grabbed his hand and placed it around my neck. Letting him feel how big he was inside of me. I bobbed my head up and down on him until his hips began to spasm slowly. Right when I had gotten him close to the edge, I sat up and crawled over to him.
He grabbed my hips as I hovered over his hard cock. Gripping the base, I pushed his head against my hole and slowly lowered myself onto him. He growled lowly. “You’re so fucking sexy, Isabella.”
His fingers glided against my mark and, as it did, he raised his hips, shoving himself all the way inside of me. He continued to thrust up into me, but I took his hands off of my hips and pressed them onto his abdomen, moving my hips on his and taking control. Over and over and over. I rode him until my legs were shaking.
He pinched both of my nipples between his fingers, tugged me towards him until my chest was pressed against his, and then gripped my ass in his hands. “Your ass is so fucking nice.” He pulled me apart and thrust into me so hard.
My teeth lengthened into canines, brushing against his neck. When his stubble grazed against my mark, I sank my teeth into his flesh. My teeth sunk deep into his neck, tearing right through the muscle. I inhaled his scent, my mind becoming fuzzy.
Marking him was everything that I imagined it would be.
Pure bliss.
He moaned loudly in my ear, his body trembling with pleasure. I continued to ride him until his cock pulsed. My pussy clenched harder on him, and he pulled out of me. Resting his head on my shoulder, draping one arm over my body, he laid on the bed, his abdomen uncovered, his cock glistening with my juices.
Moonlight flooded in through the window, making his skin glow. I sat up against the headboard, resting my head against the wood, and sighed. In a weird kind of way, we were back to normal.
Someone knocked on the door, and I pulled Roman’s shirt over my body and walked over to answer it. Roman sat up in the bed and rested one arm behind his head, his bicep flexing.
I peeked my head out of the door to see Derek standing there with Raj. He had his arms crossed over his chest and was raising a suspicious brow at me. “Are you done?” he asked.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t ‘are you done’ me, Derek.”
“You’re needed,” Raj said. “The Lycans are holding a meeting.”
“We’ll be out in a minute.” I closed the door and tossed Roman his clothes. Before we left my room, he gazed in my mirror at his neck and smiled, h
is fingers trailing alongside it.
I rested my head on his shoulder and smiled. “Mine.”
“Always yours, Isabella,” he said. He grabbed my hand and tugged me out the door and to the training area where all the Lycans were talking war with each other. When they saw me, everyone quieted down and Raj stepped forward.
“Isabella,” he said. “We have talked for a while about what will happen to the Lycans since Ryker is gone, and we came to a decision.”
Michelle stepped forward. “Wait, can I tell her?” She looked at Raj. “As a thank you?” When he stepped away, she gazed at me with a soft smile on her face. “Would you like to lead the Lycans?”
My eyes widened, and I squeezed Roman’s hand. I gazed around at all the men and women who I had trained with relentlessly this past month. They had been nothing but good, loyal people. My people. Lycans.
I gazed up at Roman and frowned. But I had found my mate and we had mated for real. I wasn’t about to give that up again. I would never give my mate up again. I knew now that he respected me.
Roman paused for a few moments, then smiled. “I think you should do it, Isabella. You’re stronger beyond belief.”
“But… but I won’t be able to be with you.”
Raj stepped forward again. “Actually, that was a rule that Ryker put in place. You are free to stay with Roman whenever you’d like as long as you’re committed to helping us.”
Roman nudged me, and I smiled up at him with so many butterflies. I couldn’t believe that this was real life. This was my moment, and my mate was supporting me through it.
I nodded my head. “I’ll do it.”
To be continued…
Submission Trilogy Book 2
Defying the Alpha
Although Isabella is one of the highest ranked werewolves in the nation, she still loves toying with her mate Roman. But, one night, her teasing goes horribly wrong, and she finds herself in the middle of a war, instead of in bed with her mate. Will Roman and Isabella's relationship withstand the fury of an alpha who wants blood, a crazy ex-lover, and an old acquaintance who has obsessed over Isabella since high school?
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