by Simone Elise
“I don’t get your taste in music.” When it came to music, we were complete opposites. My fingers were still drawing on her skin. I could hear the way her heart was racing. She was having difficulty keeping it in check.
“So, why did you come to the festival then?” She reached for her glass, trying her best to act like I wasn’t making her heart jump out of her chest.
“Why do you think?” I turned looking at her. The answer was obvious, wasn’t it? “Didn’t come for the music, sweetheart.” I couldn’t stop my hand from going to the inside of her thigh and slowly moving up.
She inhaled sharply.
Good, I was having more of an effect on her.
My hand went under her dress, and then she snapped and was pushing my hand off her and getting up.
“God, what was I thinking,” she mumbled and backed away from me.
I was up in a second, standing in front of her. “Why are you panicking?” I knew she was nervous. I could feel that, but I didn’t understand why.
“You should, um, go.” Her hand shot out and landed on my chest, trying to keep distance between her and me.
I never thought I would wish Allie was stoned, but I wished she was now so she wasn’t so bloody nervous. What did she think I was going to do, attack her? Well, I did want to attack her, but I wanted her to want me to, and it would involve a bed. Fuck. Maybe not. I’d take her on the bench.
“I’m not leaving.” My hands went to her hips. “Unless you really want me to go?”
She had made it her mission to keep distance between her and I and now, here, I was making sure that was the last thing we had. Distance. I didn’t want that.
I wanted her.
I took my hand off her hip and gripped her hand which was keeping me away from her. I took it, bringing it to my mouth and kissed the back of it.
I brought it to my face. Maybe if she felt me, she would be less nervous and looking like she wanted to bolt.
Her hand was on the side of my face when I took a step closer to her. I looked at her torn expression. She was a second from bolting and a second from pulling me closer.
My other hand ran up her arm.
“Ebony told you the truth? Right?” My hand went to her face, my thumb running over her bottom lip. “You know that trust you gave me, I didn’t break it?”
She was still. Deadly still. If it weren't for her blinking and hearing her heart racing, you would think she was dead.
“Allie, you have to hear me when I say I didn’t break your trust. I never wanted to hurt you.” I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her forehead. “Tell me you believe me?” Please believe me. The last thing I wanted was to see her hurt. The last thing I wanted was for her walls to go back up and for her to push me away and leave.
She still wasn’t moving. God, what was she thinking? I could get my answer. Maybe if I reached into her mind, I could answer whatever it was she was panicking about and keeping her from answering me. I knew how much she hated me in her head, but I didn’t see another option.
Blake said Ebony wasn’t lying, but she was a living breathing lying machine and Zane wouldn’t lie to me, would he? He has before, but he had told me over and over they hadn’t slept together. I was the one to decide they had after listening to Ebony.
Was she lying in the bathroom the other day?
Did it make a difference?
Yes. It bloody well did. She had me ready to leave. Hell, I’ve even already asked to be released! Why is he looking at me like that? Why did it feel like I was risking everything by trusting him again?
Don’t do it. Don’t give in. Push him away. This time I have to listen to my brain. My heart got me with a mark on my neck and a mindful of doubts. God, all he did was give me nightmares! This was a nightmare right now deciding whether to believe him or not.
I had pushed him so deep into my soul for too long. Now it was showing. I wanted to believe him. My heart was pumping firm to that, but my brain keeps telling me, we are just going to end badly.
Alpha Harris said if I really loved him. I would let him go from loving me. That’s what I was doing and if I kissed him right now, as much as I wanted to, it would be even harder to say goodbye to him at the end of the year.
“MY DAD SAID WHAT!”
Her eyes snapped up. “Of course, you were in my head!” She pulled her hand off my cheek. “Would it kill you to give me privacy?”
“In this case, yes, it would kill me because you leaving would kill me. Hear that, Allie. If you really loved me, you would be staying, not running away!”
“Your dad said the opposite to that.” She looked at me like I couldn’t argue that. “When he heard you were still sleeping with other women, even though we were marked. He said you wouldn’t be able to stop it.”
“BUT I WASN’T! DOES NO ONE LISTEN TO ME?” I was yelling at her, but I couldn’t stop myself. My built-up rage over this whole situation was getting the best of me.
“Zane, calm down.”
“NO!”
“Seriously, calm down.” She put her hand over my heart. “It feels like you are going to have a heart attack or rip this place apart.”
How could dad do that! How the fuck could he get involved like that! He knew how important she was to me. She was my everything, and he was encouraging her to leave! WHY THE HELL WOULD HE DO THAT!
“Zane. Calm down.”
Was everyone out to make sure she didn’t end up with me? Ebony. Dad. Blake. THE FUCKING WORLD!
“Zane, seriously, you are like a second from changing.”
Why would dad encourage her to leave! Telling her shit like if she really loved me, she would let me go. Where the hell do people get off being involved in my life! MY LIFE! Everyone else and their opinions could get screwed.
Suddenly, I wanted to head back just to tell him that. I wondered what he would be thinking when I did what Ryder did, and wipe my hands of the pack and fucking follow her. What would he do then?
The pack always had come first, but if I had to pick between the two, I knew which one was coming second now.
“ZANE!”
Dad and his future plans could get fucked. He wanted to push my mate away, well, I was just going to follow her. Yeah. I would bloody well follow her.
Her lips brushed mine, pulling me from my plan. I didn’t kiss her back. I was more focused on my new plan. If she were so set on leaving, I would leave with her. My commitments be darned.
If he was pushing her away, I was only going after her.
Her lips brushed mine again. “Zane, I know you are against drugs, but I seriously think you need something to calm down. I can feel your rage.”
Drugs? She thought drugs was going to calm me down? She was so wrong. I looked into her eyes seeing her real concern. I was worrying her.
Breathe, Harris, you’re making her panic. God, she had done enough panicking for the night, hadn’t she, but here she was panicking about me. Again.
“You’re my drug.” My hands ran up her sides. “I need you.” I knew I wasn’t calming down until I had her and hear her say she wasn’t leaving no matter what my father said or, if she was still set on seeing Europe, then I hoped she would accept the fact I was going with her.
Either way, right now, I wasn’t calming down.
She gripped my hands and gently pushed me off her. My eyes widened. Why was she pushing me away?
I watched her push the straps of her dress down her arms, and push it off, and then she was standing in front of me topless and only wearing a G-string.
She grabbed my hands and put them back on her body. She went up on her toes. “Then take me.”
Chapter Sixty-nine
Was she really giving me permission to do what I had wanted to do to her since she left me? I didn’t believe her.
She slowly ran her tongue up my neck like she knew I didn't believe my luck was that good.
‘Come on, hun, don’t make me beg
. You already have me topless.’
She pressed her body into me, feeling her breasts against my chest.
When I didn’t move because I was still in shock and pissed off, inhaling sharply, she grabbed my hands from her waist, and she put them over her breasts.
‘I can feel you calming down.’ She moved my tank top and kissed my mark, sending instant lust through my blood. ‘So, the question is, are you going to fuck me anytime soon?’
Her voice was flooding my mind, a soft sexual swirl to her words.
I was still trying to calm down. Didn’t matter I had my hands on her breasts. It wasn’t enough. I needed… Fuck, I don’t think anything was going to calm me down. Maybe hearing her say she won’t leave. Maybe that would calm me down.
She wanted me to fuck the frustration and anger out of me. I don’t think she can take that.
‘I think I can.’
She was in my head. If she was in my head, she knew how little control I had right now over my temper. Maybe I should go for a run, change, blow it out, but that meant leaving her. Topless. I groaned, but I do not see another option.
‘I know another option.’ Her voice was sweet and alluring and was casting a spell over me. I had gone so long without hearing it now, every word had me hooked. Maybe if I focused on her voice, I would calm down.
I was so angry and pissed off with the whole situation. Dad could have cost me her. I’ll be telling him my decision as soon as I get back.
‘What decision is this?’
She was still in my head. Now I knew how she felt. Fuck, I need to calm down. A run was the only option. It meant leaving her, but if I stayed here a second longer with my rage like this, I could hurt her.
‘I have another option.’ She dropped to her knees, and I didn’t know what she was doing, one second she was undoing my pants and pulling them down, and the next second she was taking me in her mouth.
“GEEZ CHRIST, ALLIE!”
Her mouth was so warm, and she didn’t simply suck, she took all of me. Sucking and licking and killing me. My hands went in her hair as she continued to suck and take more of me. I don’t know how long she did it, but she had me on the edge of coming multiple times, but as if she knew, she would pull back and then start her attack again.
I had never loved being attacked more.
God, that tongue of hers.
She started to pick up her speed, and I knew what she was doing. This time she wasn’t stopping.
“Allie, you need to stop. I’m going to come.” I had never come in a girl’s mouth before, and I wasn’t about to start with hers, but she wasn’t stopping. “Allie, stop!”
‘Just relax, Zane. I know what I’m doing.’
I went to pull her away, but she just sucked harder as if to tell me not to dare do that. I wasn’t doing it. I struggled not to come. I wasn’t doing it.
‘Zane, relax and let me finish you. Stop fighting me.’
I grunted. Not happening.
‘If you let me taste you, I’ll let you taste me.’
My eyes opened at that. Was she serious?
‘Really serious, hun, but only if you let me finish you.’
Tasting her, that had me considering it. Then her assault went up a degree, and I knew I didn’t get a choice. My eyes clenched shut, my body nearly convoluting, my hands got lost in her hair, as I came in her mouth. She took it all, swallowing and then giving me a final kiss before getting up.
I was opening my eyes when she reached for the vodka bottle.
“You calmer now?” she said, smirking after swallowing a mouthful of vodka.
I nodded my head. My anger was gone. It had disappeared as soon as her mouth wrapped around me. I kicked my shoes and pants off. Suddenly I knew what I wanted next.
“You.” I looked at her, taking in her perfect breasts. “You’re next.”
She laughed so sweetly and shook her head. “That was all about you, hun. I didn’t do it expecting something in return.”
I’d never had a girl call me pet names, but I loved hearing it off Allie’s lips.
I took the bottle from her. “Sweetheart, you just started something I’m planning on finishing.” My hands gripped her ass, and I lifted her up, her legs wrapped around me. I knew I shouldn’t ask it, but I had to know. “How many guys have you finished like that?”
She was far too good at it for it to be her first time.
She pulled back to look me in the eye. “How many guys I’ve let come in my mouth?”
I nodded my head walking her into the bedroom.
“Just one.”
Blake.
‘No, just you.’ Her words echoed in my head. She kissed my neck. ‘You would be the only one I would let do that.’
Thank Christ for that. I took her lips, she tasted of vodka, and it wasn’t a turn-off. It only turned me on more. Wait a sec. “How drunk are you?”
She laughed as I lowered her to the bed. “You would think by now I should be passed out, but it hasn’t even touched the edge. Why?”
I took a deep breath in. “Just making sure you aren’t about to wake up in the morning regretting all this.”
“I do regret something.”
I pulled back looking at her. I saw it in her eyes. Was she already regretting what she just did?
‘Not that, Zane. I regret not believing you when you said you didn’t sleep with her. I should have believed you.’
I kissed her lips. It didn’t matter now. I had her back.
‘It does matter. I didn’t trust you. I’m the one going on how important trust is, and I didn’t trust you.’ She pulled her lips away from mine. Looking at me, I saw the regret in her eyes. ‘I’m sorry.’
“Like I said it doesn’t matter.” I pushed the hair from the side of her face, planting a kiss on her cheek. “I’ve got you back, don’t I?”
She inhaled quickly and exhaled slowly. When she wasn’t saying yes, I knew my answer. I didn’t have her back.
Her fingers ran over my jaw. “You’ve got me back for tonight.” She was saying that like that was enough. One night with her. That was all I would get of her?
“Not good enough, Allie.”
“It’s all I can give you.”
“Why?” I sat up. “You gave Blake your heart, why can’t you give it to me?”
Her face softened, and her eyes shone with only love. She was still looking at me, right? Yep. She was. I had never seen her look at me with such love.
“You have my heart, Zane. You’ll always have it.”
“But?”
“But I can’t promise I’m not leaving.”
“WHY!”
Why couldn’t she promise me that?! Wait a minute. It didn’t matter anymore. My decision from earlier only coming back to me now.
I stole her lips before she could answer me. I basically just shouted at her, demanding an answer. She couldn’t promise she wasn’t leaving. Well, she could leave, but I was going with her.
Her lips melted against mine and she kissed me back.
‘Why aren’t you yelling at me?’ Her voice flooded my mind coated in concern.
Not wanting to pull my lips from hers, I decided I should give her an answer. ‘Because I made a decision.’
‘That being?’
‘Can’t talk now. I want that taste of you that you promised.’ I got an instant rush of excitement as I pushed her G-string off.
‘I don’t know if you deserve that.’
‘Maybe I don’t, but you do, sweetheart.’
I moved her up the bed. Taking my tank top off, I then slowly kissed down her stomach.
‘Do not tease me.’
I smirked. That was exactly what I was going to do. ‘Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll be finishing.’
She moaned as I licked over her. All women I had been with before Allie, I never cared if they were pleased or not. Not even Ebony. I just took, but I knew I did have some skill whe
n it came to it and I was going to make sure I used all that skill on her.
Chapter Seventy
ALLIE
“So, I get to sleep on a dirt floor, and you get a bed.”
I opened my eyes. Frowning for a second, and then spotting Blake standing in the doorway.
I smiled and sat up, tucking the sheet under my arms. “Yeah, I have to admit I like this style of camping better.”
“You’re glamping, Allie. Not camping.” He inhaled on a joint.
Zane woke, his eyes on me, and he smirked. His hand going under the sheet, and running up my leg. I knew from that look he wanted a repeat of last night. God, he had teased me on purpose. Getting me so close then pulling back. It was torture.
He would have my whole body ready and then stop. Over and over he did it. I basically ended up begging for him to finish me which he did three times in the end. Twice with his mouth and once with him.
“You aren’t alone, Harris,” Blake snapped.
I smirked this time because Zane hadn’t picked up on Blake being here.
Zane groaned immediately. “Why is he here?”
“Good question.” I looked at Blake. And then got my answer by his grin. “Oh, not already!”
“Come on, Winters, you’ve never been a lightweight.” He blew out a mouthful of smoke.
“What are you two talking about?” Zane asked, looking between us, sitting up and his hand running up my bare back.
I groaned and put my hand out for the joint. “Tradition. That’s what he is on about,” I said, inhaling on the joint. “You know, Falcon, your mission at these festivals are testing my limits.”
“You’re already hitting the weed?” Zane frowned. “It’s not even eight.”
Blake rolled his eyes. “Tradition, Harris. We are stoned by twelve…”
“Drunk by six,” I added.
“And passed out before midnight,” he finished.
“Waking up Sunday with no memory of Saturday.” I handed the joint back to him. “Repeat it Sunday and then on Monday we somehow find our way back home.”
“Yeah, without Chase,” Blake added with a smirk.
I turned to explain to Zane, “We always lose Chase by Sunday. He disappears, and doesn’t come home with us, and then, maybe a week later, he shows up back at school.”