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He looked down at me, taking in my appearance with a calculating expression before backing away. I didn’t miss the way his eyes flashed while he studied me.
Was it out of anger or lust?
I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch him. He stood at the edge of the bed, never looking away from me as he unzipped and dropped his pants.
Then he pulled his shirt over his head so that he was only in his boxers. I swallowed when I noticed the hard outline of his cock. He was straining against the fabric, wanting to break free.
My chest started to heave.
I had witnessed the effect I had on his body before. I had even felt his erection pressed up against me on occasion, but that was usually during the morning when most men have a woody.
But this…this was proof that I turned him on just as much as he did me.
Did he want me to touch him and pleasure him in the same way he’d touched and pleasured me? Seeing his stiffness between his legs made me think that maybe he did.
I was broken out of my trance when Ace tossed his shirt at me.
“Put it on,” he commanded.
I gulped and followed his orders, quickly pulling his shirt over my dress. Ace watched me the entire time, his eyes still just as dark as they had been when he found me.
“Dress off, Doe.”
Moments later, I was sitting on his bed in only his shirt and my very wet panties, waiting for him to tell me what to do next.
The need to please him was still at the forefront of my mind, although I was aware enough to know how strange the whole situation was.
I shouldn’t just be giving in to him. I should be fighting against him and the masochistic, barbaric way he treats me.
But I didn’t. I didn’t want to. Ever since he bit my neck in his car, I just wanted to please him.
“We’re going to sleep now,” he said. “We’re going to sleep because I’m not in the right frame of mind to have a level-headed conversation and I don’t want to scare you any more than I already have.”
“So, you’re going to lie down and shut your eyes and not argue with me. We’ll talk in the morning. Understand?”
I dropped my gaze and nodded.
He walked to the door and turned off the light, bathing us both in blackness. I tried to make out his approaching figure in the dark but couldn’t see a thing. I couldn’t hear him either.
Ace had always been able to move around more quietly than a damn church mouse when he wanted. It was extremely unnerving.
Even though I couldn’t see or hear him, I still knew what he wanted of me and I hurried to get under the covers. My heart pounded when I felt the bed dip next to me under Ace’s weight.
He didn’t touch me, staying on his side of the bed instead. That simple fact made my chest squeeze so tightly that it felt like it was going to explode.
Is he so mad that he can’t even bear the thought of touching me? Is he not going to hold me tonight?
I had spent most of the night away from him and, now, all I wanted to do was crawl over to him and feel his body against mine. Would he yell at me if I reached over and brushed my hand against his?
I felt so small and pathetic. Silent tears started to flow down my cheeks as I stared up at the dark ceiling above and tried so desperately not to break down.
Sleep, Doe. He told you to sleep, not to cry. Do you really want to risk making him even more upset by not following his orders? You’re already on thin ice. Don’t give him another reason to leave you.
Yeah, that inner monologue definitely didn’t help with the whole try-not-to-crying situation. More tears flowed, and I was barely able to keep the hiccuping sobs down.
Ace sighed next to me. “Okay. Okay, sweet girl. Come here.”
To my extreme relief, he pulled me on top of him and wrapped his arms around me.
And that was all it took for the dam to break and my sobs to be released.
“I-I’m sorry,” I choked out. “I’m s-so sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise. I’m sorry.”
He held me through it all, rocking me softly. “Shh, I know, Doe. I know. It’s okay now. It’s all over. You’re safe—safe and back with me, where you belong. You can relax now. You can rest.”
His words did something to me. The pressure I had been experiencing since he bit me slowly started to fade, along with my worry that he was never going to be able to forgive me.
My sobs quietened, and it finally felt like I was able to breathe again. Relief expanded throughout my chest like a warm wave.
“I’m sorry for hurting you,” he whispered, his voice so quiet that I almost didn’t hear him. His tone was much gentler than before, no longer laced with his growls.
He pressed a soft kiss to the place where his teeth had dug into my throat. The spot was so extremely tender, I flinched and swallowed a whimper.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Doe,” he repeated. “I didn’t mean to make you submit. I just… My wolf took control. I should have held him back. I should have stopped him from biting your mating gland. I’m sorry.”
Hiding his face in my hair, he hugged me closer, caging me to his body like he was afraid I was going to run again.
I struggled to process what he just said. “My…m-mating gland—?”
The moment I spoke those words, the base of my skull exploded with sharp, piercing pain.
I cried out. Ace let out a slew of curses. Instantly, he palmed the back of my head and massaged the spot that hurt the most, easing some of the overwhelming pain.
“Don’t think about it,” he urged me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
I still didn’t understand, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask any more questions. My hammering migraine made my body slump with sudden exhaustion.
“I love you, Doe,” Ace said, kissing my hair. “We’ll talk about everything in the morning. But for now, I think we both just need sleep.”
I didn’t argue and let my eyes fall shut.
I was awoken by a gentle caressing sensation against my neck and the feel of tension in the air.
My eyes snapped open. Ace had pulled his desk chair up to the side of his bed and was sitting next to me, staring down at me with a deep frown set on his face.
The backs of his fingers ran over my skin in absentminded motions, and it dawned on me that he was petting the spot where he had bitten me the previous night.
I swallowed. The sparks from his touch seemed to be more intense than normal, causing unwanted heat to travel from the spot on my throat and pool between my legs.
Silently, I sat up. Ace’s hand fell from my neck, allowing me some reprieve. The look on his face made me feel incredibly uneasy. His eyes were spitting fire, and his presence oozed dominance.
Without a word, he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded me.
I guess it’s time to address what happened yesterday.
“Ace—”
“Eight hours,” he snapped. “Eight fucking hours that I didn’t know where you were.”
I sighed. “I know and I’m sorry about that but—”
“No. No, you don’t get to talk right now. You’re going to listen because there are some things that I need to say. Understand?”
I had to remind myself that telling Ace to go fuck himself would probably do more harm than good during a moment like this.
But, boy, did I want to.
“Fine,” I bit out.