Smut alert!!! Hope you all enjoy xxx
Despite my best intentions, I'm back in Ktukda, standing impatiently in front of Adina's house. I'd promised myself that I would try to keep some distance, try to give us some space in order to ensure that this relationship remained healthy. But then she'd messaged me, and all of my resolve had instantly flown out of the window. It doesn't help that I'm considering leaving West Terre Haute, and therefore potentially abandoning her for good. It just means I'm desperate to spend every second I can exploring this new aspect of my life.
After that interaction with Rodrigo, my days have been spent living in fear. It doesn't matter that I chose to fight back this time around or that I stood up for myself. I can still remember how easily he got to me back when we were dating and I know that he is a threat to be taken seriously. I don't think he would personally harm me, but for him to send someone after me to silently take my life? Well it would solve his problem and I wouldn't put it past him. In fact, it would be amazing for his reputation. The poor little Alpha who lost his true mate too soon but is fighting to be allowed to love again. People would lap it up.
So now I'm living in fear, lying in wait for Rodrigo's next threat. I think that I will always fear him, just a little. I will fear how much he knows, how much he was able to control me. I'd forgotten how horrible it was, this fear. Much worse than the fear of something I can see. The fear of the unknown. It was like this when I first ran away, constantly looking over my shoulder, terrified that I was being followed, being chased, being watched. It was almost worse than actually being with Rodrigo where I could see the source of my fear. I gradually forgot though, learning to live my new life. But now that it's back, I'm desperate to do something about it.
Finally Adina opens the door, and instantly her face dissolves into that disarming smile that makes all of my worries evaporate. Her loose dress is long and flowy, the thin spaghetti straps showing off her curved collarbones and elegant poise. I sigh, taking her all in, and she rolls her eyes at my practically teenage-like horniness.
"Stop looking at me like I'm a snack." She grumbles, but the tone is light-hearted and I can tell that she loves every second of my obsession over her. She's not much better, her eyes raking across my exposed cleavage, my shirt artistically unbuttoned to leave just enough to the imagination.
"I'm sorry. I meant to look at you like you were a whole meal." I reply cheekily, stepping into the small house as I do. The second the door is closed, I pull her into me, burying my face in the soft scent of her neck. She hugs me back, but doesn't melt in the way I have come to expect which I'm assuming means she actually does want to talk, as her message had suggested. I drop a brief kiss onto her forehead before reluctantly releasing her, dropping with a loud sigh onto the nearby sofa.
After Rodrigo had left, I stayed up all night chatting to Saul. Talking about Adina, about my past, about this god-forsaken wedding that is keeping me awake at night. I know I shouldn't care. Shouldn't give a fuck about my abusive ex moving on. But I do. I care because I can't help but wonder why it isn't with me. Not because I want to marry him, but because if he is able to be with someone in a way that would make them willing to marry him, if he is able to be nice to a woman, then why couldn't that woman have been me? Why was it that with me he was an asshole, but with someone else he can be nice and gentle? It makes me worry incessantly, terrified that maybe I was at fault during our relationship, or worry that maybe his future wife is living a life like I did. And if either of those things are true, then surely I should go to this wedding?
Adina plops down onto the sofa beside me, before lowering her head into my lap, her legs automatically curling up as she gets comfy. I stroke her hair absentmindedly, my hand wrapping itself into her soft curls. She shifts again, uncomfortable in her position, although whether it is a physical or an emotional discomfort I'm not sure. Lifting her hair up lightly, I push my hand deeper into the coppery mass, fingertips softly massaging her scalp. She hums in contentment, settling slightly.
"I think we need to talk, Reyna." Her eyes squeeze shut, her hand wrapping absentmindedly into the fabric of my trousers.
"I... we... we are becoming very close. Very quickly." I nod, agreeing with her, then realising she can't see me, I hum in agreement.
"And I..." She gulps, suddenly sitting up and putting a bit of distance between us.
"I'm worried that if we were to continue, I would have a hard time not falling in love." Her eyes are hard and cold as she speaks, as if she's pushing every ounce of emotion down as far as she can. I nod, holding back my retorts in the hope that she has more to say.
"I don't think that would be a good idea..." She murmurs, doubt creeping into her features. I can tell that there is an internal battle within her between her rationality and her emotions.
"What are you saying Adina? That you don't want to see me anymore? Or that you don't want to sleep with me?" Well, so much for not saying anything.
"I... I don't know. I want to keep seeing you. To have a friend who knows the truth about me would be amazing. But I need a bit more distance to help salvage my marriage, and my reputation." She says the last bit in such a dejected way, it makes me want to scream. She should never have to feel this way. Should never have to feel like anything but the amazing woman she is. An identity that should not change just because she prefers to sleep with women.
But I know my anger won't help. Adina is surely as angry as I am, we all are I suppose. Men, women, non-binary and transgender. All of these new identities I'm still learning about. We are all angry, and someday they'll see just how angry we can be.
Isaac chooses that exact moment to enter the flat. He stops dead as he sees us, both sitting at opposite ends of the sofa.
"I assume you've told her then?" He jerks his head in my direction, offering me a smile as he does.
"Yep." Adina's face is so dejected, all I want to do is pull her into my arms. For a brief instant, I wonder if maybe she's been cajoled into this by her husband, but the thought instantly vanishes. I trust Isaac.
I watch him as he walks towards us, dropping a soft kiss on Adina's head as he nears the sofa.
"Did you tell her my idea?" She rolls her eyes at him as he chuckles.
"Isaac believes," she injects as much sarcastic judgment into her tone as she can, "that the solution would be to always have threesomes, and spend less time just the two of us." Despite myself, I giggle as Isaac enthusiastically raises two thumbs up. A typical man. Not that I'd comment on that, I've learnt my lesson.
"I'm not sure that would work, but... no harm in trying?" I waggle my eyebrows, excited at the prospect of another threesome. Adina simply rolls her eyes.
"You two are far too similar," she grumbles as she disappears from the room, "have fun without me."
Isaac shoots me a single cheeky glance before he pounces, coming around the corner of the sofa in record speed as he bundles me up into his arms. He kisses me lightly, lifting me as if I weigh nothing as he carries me up the stairs.
"The lounge is all yours, my life!" He calls out through the silent house.
Pressing light kisses to my lips, he carries me up to the stairs, throwing me unceremoniously onto the bed. I'm about to make a comment about the fact that maybe I also wasn't in the mood, which is entirely a lie and only meant to rile him up, but he chooses that exact moment to remove his top, and the words die on my lips.
My eyes scan over his huge torso, his muscles rippling as he removes the shirt. He looks thicker than the last time, as if he's been working out a lot, and I'm suddenly desperate to run my fingers down his abdomen, to watch his abs jump in response to my feather-like touch. My mouth is suddenly dry, and I flick my tongue out, ready to finally make my cheeky comment.
His gaze instantly drops to my lips, and when I finally open my mouth to speak, he has moved impossibly closer, his lips a hair's breadth from me, the words stuck in my throat as his breath ghosts over my ear, my cheek, my mouth...
I moan, reaching up to wrap around his head, hoping to pull him closer, to close that final gap. But he freezes an inch from my lips, refusing to budge despite the pressure on the back of his head. I push my hips forward straining for contact. But he refuses to give it to me, chuckling as he continues to tease me with his breath, never giving me the contact I need, his body hovering just above me on the bed. I arch upwards, straining once more to feel some sort of contact.
He chuckles, aware of his control. Then, finally, his lips descend on mine, dominating my mouth, as his body finally moves flush against me. His lips are fierce and demanding, his tongue immediately requesting access to my mouth. I kiss him back, his tongue claiming me as it explores. His hands gently roam my body, tickling and stroking me until I'm a dripping mess beneath him.
Finally he starts to unbutton my shirt, slowly undoing each button until my breasts are revealed to him. He pulls one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it as I moan and gasp beneath him. He unbuttons further, his lips moving down with his movements as he places soft kisses down my stomach. Removing my shirt completely, he sets to work on my jeans, continuing his trail of kisses. When he finally reaches the area just above my clit, I moan at the sensation, the silky fabric of my panties exaggerating the touch. He repeats his action as he peels my jeans off slowly, continuing to tease me through the silk.
But with Isaac I know that nothing can stay gentle for long. The second my jeans hit the floor, I hear the sounds of his belt buckle being undone, and his trousers land beside mine a second letter. He leans over me again, pressing a gently kiss against my lips
"I've fucking missed you." I nod, eyes widening as I know what is coming.
"And I've missed fucking you." I moan as he fingers deftly swipe my panties to the side and he plunges himself deep inside me. My back arches instantly at the sudden contact, pleasure tickling the edge of my brain as it coils within my stomach.
He thrusts deeply, allowing me only a few seconds to adjust to him. But I don't need the time, and I dig my fingernails deep into his back, urging him on. He takes the hint, thrusting harshly into me, his hands digging into my hips to stabilise my body as he uses me.
I moan, clenching around him with my pussy as he thrusts. At the increased sensation he groans, tilting my hips slightly to allow him to angle himself better, pushing against my g-spot with every thrust. I gasp at the new sensation, my eyes rolling back into my head instantly. It's so overwhelming, my mind no longer able to form coherent thoughts as he continues to thrust within me, fingers massaging soft circles into my hips as he pins me down.
My orgasm is sudden, crashing over me without warning as I scream. My pussy flutters desperately around him, dragging him into his own climax as he spills himself inside me. I'm impressed that he manages to hold himself up as he does, my own body falling limp as the tingles of electricity coursing through me gradually ease. He waits a second before pulling out, then collapses beside me on the bed, both of us panting like dogs in heat.