#Chapter 11 Drunk in the Dark
Helen POV
I couldn’t bear it if I was rejected a second time. My second chance mate was better than my first fated mate had ever dreamed of being—if he left me, I’d die from a broken heart or I’d throw myself off a mountain one.
Death would be the only tolerable option if I couldn’t have Justin with me again.
My breasts were full, aching. My nipples were stiff peaks against his chest. His hands squeezed my ass as he ground his cock against the wet pulse at my core. I locked my ankles over each other just as he claimed my mouth with his own.
Our kiss was hot enough to set the world on fire; I didn’t care who was dancing with us around the bonfire because Justin had lit me up inside, holding me together only long enough to bask in the feeling of me burning down in his
arms.
Every breath was saturated with heady wine; I’d never known wine was something to be savored before.
Malbec seemed to be a drink with a subtle hint or rich red fruits, passion, and a smoky essence I associated with sturdy oaks standing tall in the forest.
My family had never invited me to drink with them at their table. It was my place to serve and be of service; Justin was the first to ever ask me for my thoughts, my likes, my loves, my desires.
Every part of me yearned for him by the time he kissed me, sharing the taste of not one but three rich wines as our tongue dueled and danced beside the bonfire’s flames. Every time his tongue chased mine into my mouth, I felt compelled to drive my tongue deep into his mouth to seek to give back as much as he gave.
Justin would never wonder if his mate wanted him back. He would never doubt I loved his body as if it were my own. I would show him with every inch of me how I desired every inch of him.
“Wait. You’ll regret this.”
“No, no, I won’t,” I argued, unable to think straight from the lust pounding through my veins making my blood boil and my body sing a song older than time itself.
Justin tucked my head against his shoulder as he murmured sweet nothings to me. He carried me away from the crowd, the other dancers, the bonfire, until we were inside the edge of the familiar forest where I was used to running alone during the moons.
I didn’t question him. Not once did I worry he would drop me or reject me or stop. I knew, somehow without the- words, Justin was taking me somewhere we would be safe together.
As soon as we were inside the trees, Justin began to run, his long, muscular legs eating up the forest floor as if he were strolling. I felt as if I finally knew how it felt to fly; my heart grew wings inside my chest and raced along with my mate in the dark.
We didn’t stop until we were in a moonlit cove I had never seen before. No scents except our own filled the air and I regretted having put on the fake smell of another in the pharmacy.
I wanted to smell myself coming undone with my mate. I wanted to carry the scent with me one more time if never ever again.
“I don’t know what to do,” I whispered, admitting I was lost for the first time and feeling free for having told Justin.
I knew he wouldn’t mock me and it was such a welcome piece of knowledge to know I would be accepted even in
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my innocence–even in my ignorance.
“You do,” Justin whispered, “Your body is already doing it. Feel how ready you are for me.”
He lay me down in the soft ground where the smell of Mother Earth rose up to embrace me as surely as if I were Eve returning to the Garden humans told of in their Creation stories.
Pushing my skirt and apron up, Justin thrust two thick fingers into my wet channel and I gasped aloud, spreading my thighs to give him more access.
I wanted to offer him my body as his vessel forever. I never wanted the night to end. It was as if my heat had come over me again, but was that possible? Could a wolf go into heat two nights in a row?
I wished I had someone I could ask and then I was grateful I didn’t because the fact I didn’t know tied me to Justin who didn’t know any more than I did.
Justin worked my body over with his fingers while I writhed around until I was able to pull my modest top up along with my plain bra. I worked until my breasts were exposed to the moonlight and to my mate; Justin didn’t disappoint as his lips wrapped around one nipple then the other, sucking until I burst apart into starlight shards on the forest floor.
By the time he thrust inside me, I was so ready he sank in all the way to the hilt; I could feel the heavy weight of his balls nestled against me and the intimacy made me blush all over my entire body.
“No,” he said, pushing my hair away from my face as I tried to squirm away, “Don’t. I want to look at you. Look at me. I just want to look at you and know you’re mine. Look at me, Helen. Look at me and know I’m yours and you’re mine. Forever. For always.”
His words were a balm to my wounded pride and soothing to my lonely soul. I let myself fall in love with the virile male rutting with me in the dark.
We came unglued together over and over, rolling around on the ground without any caution in the world.
“I want you forever. Tell me I’m who you want. Tell me it’s me you’re yearning for, my body, my cock. Say you want it. Say you want me.”
Justin punctuated his words, his demands, with thrusts deep into me. His strokes were long and deep and hard and I was helpless to do anything other than wrap my legs around his waist to hold on as he drove into me until I was coming with rhythmic pulses he kept loving me through.
I’d never even read about a woman experiencing the pleasure he showed me, gave me, thrust into me; I never wanted it to stop until suddenly he was shuddering against me, pulsing deep inside me, filling me with his essence in a way I knew he couldn’t control.
Justin had given me all of himself the way he had promised to and I had given him all of me—as we panted together, I let my head fall back to rest against the roots of tree older than either of us would ever live to be.
“I’ll never forget this. Never.”
I liked the idea of being unforgettable even if it were only for one night.
Justin rolled over to lay on his back in the embrace of the great tree. He pulled my body over his own, making sure to arrange my limbs so no part of me was touching earth.
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I fell asleep smiling with the moon shining full and bright on my face as the midday sun.
“I’ll never forget you either,” I promised, wishing I could taste only one more sip of wine to remember alongside my lovemaking.
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Morning came with a headache I couldn’t comprehend. My entire skull felt as if it were throbbing alongside my pulse.
I couldn’t believe the things I’d done—the things we had one together! I was horrified at my loss of control.
My face was stuck to Justin’s bare chest and my rings had left an impression on my cheek where he’d worn my necklace about his own neck during the night of our lovemaking.
I carefully slipped the chain over his head to replace it over my own. The moment the rings settled their familiar weight between my breasts, I felt whole again in a way not even Justin had been able to make me feel.
My body was sore all over in places I couldn’t think about without blushing scarlet with embarrassment and I desperately needed to relieve myself. I rolled off Justin as cautiously as I could, trying to get up without disturbing his slumber.
We were deep in the forest outside my village, but I knew the way back to my home. I would be able to take care of my personal business in a few moments then I could race home before my family awoke again if I was lucky. 2
None of them were early risers. I could tell it wasn’t dawn, but it wasn’t far from it all the same.
I was prepared to scuttle behind the nearest tree to take care of my needs when suddenly Justin’s eyes opened to fix on mine, freezing me in place.
He was a great beast lying at rest in this primal place and I refused to let myself get scared even as my heart began to beat double–time under his fierce stare.
“I-
I didn’t have the words for him, but Justin surprised me by smiling. His full lips curved up in an almost boyish grin as he kept his eyes locked on mine.
“Hello, Helen. Good morning, my mate. You weren’t thinking of leaving me were you? Not after last night. Surely you know by now, Helen? You’re mine.”
