Chapter 11
"It's called infatuation—" I swallowed hard and forbade myself from flinching as his finger reached underneath, into my throbbing opening. My senses reeled, driving me away from all of the reality. I was entirely in a different world. My body grew warm and my mind blurred at his single touch.
One touch.
Only one and I was gone.
"Meh. I think you're still fucking craving me or your pussy wouldn't have been gushing with the conversation we had." He strained my head back, forbidding me not to move an inch while his large, experienced fingers played with me. "Does it make you horny when I get possessive about you? Is that what this all was about?"
As much as I tried to control myself, I couldn't. I was a mess—a dripping mess. "No." I choked out before slamming my lips shut and forcing any sounds of pleasure back down my throat.
I couldn't let this happen, I couldn't let Wayne feel that I still wanted him. Neither of us were ever going to move on.
"I'm just wet with thinking about the other men pleasuring me before marking me." I said with a smile as heavy breaths left my throat. My knees buckled, legs weakened and I drew my back across the clear wall while finding the energy to stay up straight.
A grim spread over his face before he pushed a pair of fingers inside me. My mouth opened and I gasped out of surprise. My desire became undone when he thrust them deeper inside me, nearly fulling me up. I barely said anything anymore, words didn't reach my mouth. Pleasure coiled inside my core and I grabbed onto his wrist.
"You're just mine."
"I'm not." I retorted, taking away all his hope.
He fingered me harder, forcing my eyes to roll at the back of my head while the silent moans slid out of my throat themselves. My body neared surrendering to his, to his fingers but I didn't want to.
I hadn't orgasmed in weeks and it had been a year since a man had pleased me so as soon as his fingers curled inside me, I felt a wave of pleasure wash through me, pushing me to the edge, nearing me to an orgasm.
My arousal coated his fingers, pooled in his palm as he stroked the growing fire inside me.
"I want to hear it, kitten," His voice grew sharper as he held my hair tighter in his fist. "Tell me, you're mine." Juices slicked all over the insides of my thighs and continued to drip.
I was gushing.
Wayne was amused, he had weakened me—to the core. He was proud as his skilled fingers played with my clit and pussy. They filled me up just perfectly. It was more than what I had needed.
It left me throbbing.
A purr escaped my parted lips. I pressed my eyes shut along with my mouth. Those words were never going to leave my throat.
Not again.
"Tell me." He pumped his fingers harder into me.
My heart lurched while my body shuddered. The sensation exploded at last, the passion raged between my legs before setting free. My core tightened and cried as I came all over his fingers, submitting to him.
As he pulled his fingers out of me, I slammed my back against the wall and breathed out heavily. Little nerves continued to pulsate through my insides, forcing me to remember what had just been done.
Another mistake.
He grasped me before I could flee to another cabin inside the jet. We were still enroute and I had nowhere to run—run from the embarrassment, the fool I had made of myself.
He peered over me while straightening himself. Surely some of it must've bothered his little one.
I avoided even looking down there or the feelings I had suppressed for months would float right back.
"Find another man who'd fuck you as well I did then we will talk." He whispered in my ears before setting me free.
Hmm, maybe I will.
I didn't turn my thoughts into loud words, instead, I walked over to the seats and buckled myself down near the window while Wayne resumed over to his phone, scrolling once more.
My lips remained shut for an odd reason. I wanted to say many things, curse him out, bother him, drive him to the edge but I simply couldn't do it.
He had weakened me by fingering me.
I pressed my head against the window and stared outside into the empty night sky. It had now been more than an hour, probably two. It wasn't like I kept any count, my phone was gone along with my everything else.
According to Wayne, he had packed it up and set it aside until we would land. Only then, I could use my phone and be in contact with anyone.
However, there was a screen attached to the seat where I could see the overview of the trip and how long it was going to be before we landed. An hour. I tried fiddling with the touch screen, hoping to see a movie but it was locked.
Looking over my shoulders, I peered at Wayne and found him on his phone, glued as a little insect. My eyes fell upon his hair that he had grown out along with a small beard. He looked stronger than before—a lot more. His muscles had grown, rippling, firm and perfect. I wanted to grab them, hold them under my fingers while he pushed himself inside of me.
No.
"Is there something you like?" I heard his voice boom across the cabin.
I snapped out of my fantasy and found him looking back at me. Giving him a stiff smile, I replied, "No, nothing at all."
"You were staring?" He didn't stop.
"Yes, at the manic you've become." I spun around and stared at the live map in front of me for the rest of the journey while he laughed behind me.
Once we had landed, I stepped from the jet and took a fresh breath of air before releasing that I was back, back into my hometown, back into the grounds of the Nightstalker Pack, back from where I had fled a year ago. It was a raw, uneasy feeling that clawed my back but my mind quickly diverted when Wayne grabbed me and fastened me inside a car.
"Don't even think about running away," He muttered to me before getting inside the car from the other side. I heard the sound of the door closing before the tires screeched and we drifted away from the landing grounds. "Trust me, you won't get far."
I folded my arms across one and another, "I've ran before. What makes you think you can stop me?" I asked him, hoping it would change my thoughts and wouldn't force me to remember the misery this town had bought me.
"And I've caught you, every time." He smirked with a few of his white teeth glistening underneath the moonlight.
I didn't look out of the window nor stared at the streetlights just to avoid remembering my broken past. Everything in this town was going to crush me if I stayed here for another night.
I couldn't do this.
"I won't be staying here for long and you're a fool if you think I'm going to." I cleared out the air, my tone as serious as it could. I didn't want to give any hopes to Wayne just to crush them later on.
"We will see about that."
"Might as well run tonight." I lowered my gaze to my pants and brushed the tiny little pieces of dirt off them.
"Well that's if you can get past the security," I quirked an eyebrow at him. What did he mean? "I hope you don't think that everything is same as it was a year before. If you do think, then you're in for surprise." He continued, throwing hints.
What was different?
I finally glanced out of the window. The empty streets came into my view as the car drove on them. Just beyond all the buildings and the houses, there were the hills and the mountains that I closely remembered living in for most of my life.
My eyes scurried everywhere else. There was nothing different. Even the streets were the same.
My brow rose higher when the car sped through a driveway, entering a house—a house I had never seen before in the town.
It was a two-story modern house made up of wood and stone. The walls on the outside glowered with the golden lights underneath them. It was a stunning design, different than any houses I had seen before in town.
Only then my thoughts raced.
The house was built on the same grounds of where the packhouse was, the same packhouse that I had lived in and worked all those years ago.
The pack house was destroyed.
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