Chapter 54: I LOVE YOU
Bradley
Turning when his legs touched the edge of the bed, he sat down with Trishelle straddling his lap, her weight settling perfectly against him. He tugged frantically at his tie and shirt, his fingers fumbling with the buttons in his haste, wanting to be rid of every single barrier between them. The fabric felt suffocating, an unwelcome obstacle.
Trishelle was already panting, her breath coming in soft little gasps that drove him wild, and the scent of her arousal was heavy in the air - a sweet, intoxicating perfume that was driving him mad with need. His cock strained against the confines of his dress pants, a painful, insistent throb that demanded attention, and soon Trishelle began rocking herself against his bulge, her movements instinctive and seeking.
Groaning, his hands left his shirt and grabbed her hips, setting the pace, guiding her movements. It felt so good, even though the friction through their clothes was a delicious kind of torture. He could feel her heat radiating through the layers, could feel how wet she was already, even through the fabric. The knowledge nearly undid him. He pulled his lips away from hers, wanting to see her face, to watch her fall apart for him. He could tell she was getting close, her movements becoming more frantic, her breath hitching in her throat, and he didn’t want to miss the first of the many orgasms he was going to give her tonight.
Trishelle
I was feeling hot and dizzy and excited and frustrated and so, so empty, like I was missing some essential part of myself. I didn’t know how to describe the feelings that were building in me, a tight coil of pleasure low in my belly that wound tighter with each passing second, but I knew that Bradley knew what to do. He always knew. Feeling his large, warm hands possessively on my hips and hearing his low grunts in my ear was such a turn-on that I wondered if it would be like this all the time - this overwhelming need, this perfect connection.
Soon I could feel something bubbling up inside me, something powerful that wanted to burst out. With a few more vigorous rolls of my hips, grinding against him with abandon, I exploded. I cried out his name as waves of pleasure washed over me, feeling like stars were racing down my spine, illuminating every nerve ending. The intensity of it shocked me, left me trembling and gasping.
When my breathing cooled and my heart stopped pounding like a drum, I leaned my head on Bradley’s chest, listening to the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heart. His warm hand stroked up and down my back in a soothing gesture, grounding me as I floated back to earth. A few minutes passed in comfortable silence, our breathing synchronizing, before he placed one finger beneath my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.
"Look at me, mate," he commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through my entire body.
Bradley’s wolf was at the surface, evident by the glowing amber of his eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. "We’re just getting started," Bradley growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble that sent another wave of heat through me. The glow in his amber eyes intensified, his wolf pushing forward, demanding more, demanding everything.
He stood up effortlessly, keeping me wrapped around him as if I weighed nothing. His strength always amazed me, made me feel both protected and desired. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me tight against him as he carried me across the room with purpose.
With a flick of his wrist, he cleared the top of his dresser, sending a few books and a cologne bottle clattering to the floor. The sound barely registered as he set me down on the polished wood, the surface cool against my heated skin. The contrast made me gasp. The new position put us at eye level, and the raw hunger in his gaze made my breath catch, my pulse quickening all over again.
"I’ve been dreaming about this," he murmured, his hands sliding up my sides, his thumbs tracing the curve of my breasts through the soft fabric of the dress. "Dreaming about you. Every night, Trish. Every single night."
He leaned in, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that was slower this time, deeper, but no less intense. It was a kiss of ownership, of a promise long overdue, of all the things he couldn’t put into words. His fingers found the zipper at the back of my dress, and he slowly, torturously, pulled it down. The sound of the teeth separating was loud in the quiet room, each click heightening the anticipation. The peach fabric pooled around my waist, leaving me in just a simple lace bra and panties.
Bradley stepped back, his gaze roaming over me with an intensity that made my skin flush, and the look in his eyes was so powerful it was almost painful. It was a mixture of reverence and pure, unadulterated lust, as if he were seeing something sacred and profane all at once. He reached out and traced the strap of my bra, his calloused finger a stark contrast to my smooth skin.
"So beautiful," he whispered, more to himself than to me, his voice filled with awe. "All mine. My mate, my Luna."
He hooked his fingers into the cups of my bra and pulled them down, freeing my breasts. The cool air made my nipples pebble instantly, and Bradley groaned, his head dipping to take one into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue sent a jolt straight to my core, making me cry out. He suckled and nipped, his other hand rolling my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger with just the right amount of pressure. I arched my back, a moan escaping my lips as pleasure coiled tight inside me again, building impossibly fast.
"Bradley," I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me, needing more.
He lifted his head, his lips glistening, his eyes burning with an inner fire. "Not yet," he said, his voice thick with desire and determination. "I want to taste all of you. I want to worship every inch of you."
He dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands gripping my hips with reverence. He pressed his face against my stomach, right over the slight swell where our pup was growing. He closed his eyes and just breathed, his expression softening with wonder, his wolf and the man finding solace in the scent of his family. The tenderness of the moment brought tears to my eyes.
Then he looked up at me, a wicked, sinful grin spreading across his face that promised all sorts of delicious things. He hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, his knuckles grazing my skin and leaving trails of fire. He tossed them aside carelessly. He spread my knees wider, his gaze hot and heavy on the most intimate part of me, and I felt completely exposed and utterly cherished all at once.
"Bradley," I breathed, suddenly feeling shy under his intense scrutiny, my cheeks flushing.
"Shhh," he murmured, leaning forward, his breath warm against my sensitive skin. "Let me take care of you. Let me show you how much I’ve missed you."
And then his mouth was on me, his tongue doing wicked, wonderful things that had me seeing stars. He licked and sucked with expertise, his hands holding my hips steady as I writhed against him, unable to control my body’s response. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that was building, building, building until I couldn’t take it anymore. I shattered with a cry, my body convulsing as waves of ecstasy washed over me, stronger than before.
He didn’t stop. He licked me through my orgasm, his tongue gentling as I came down from my high, prolonging the pleasure until I was a trembling mess. When I was limp and boneless, barely able to hold myself upright, he stood up, his chest heaving. He quickly shed his remaining clothes, his movements efficient despite his obvious need, and his body was a work of art in the dim light of the room - all hard muscle and masculine beauty. His cock was hard and thick, jutting out from a nest of dark curls, and the sight of it made my mouth water, made me clench with renewed need.
He stepped between my legs, his hands gripping my hips again, anchoring me. "Are you ready for me, mate?" he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers through me.
I could only nod, my words lost somewhere between desire and anticipation. He positioned himself at my entrance, his gaze locked on mine as he slowly pushed inside. The stretch was exquisite, a slight burn that quickly gave way to a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He filled me completely, perfectly, and for a moment, we just stayed like that, our bodies joined, our eyes locked, our souls connecting in a way that transcended the physical.
"Move," I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. "Please, Bradley, move."
And he did. He started out slow, his strokes long and deep, each one hitting a place deep inside me that made my toes curl and my vision blur. But it wasn’t long before his control snapped. His thrusts became harder, faster, more demanding, more primal. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with our cries and the harsh sound of our breathing, creating a symphony of passion.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, matching him thrust for thrust, giving as good as I got. The pressure was building again, that coil of pleasure tightening in my belly, winding impossibly tight. Bradley’s hand snaked between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles that made me see stars.
"Come for me, Trish," he commanded, his voice rough and authoritative. "Come with me. I need to feel you."
His words were my undoing. I shattered again, my inner walls clamping down around him as I screamed his name, not caring who heard. With a roar that shook the windows, Bradley followed me over the edge, his hot release flooding me, marking me as his. He collapsed against me, his body shaking, his face buried in my neck as he whispered my name like a prayer.
We stayed like that for a long time, our bodies tangled, our hearts beating in sync, our breathing gradually slowing. It was quiet, peaceful, a stark contrast to the storm we had just weathered. I stroked his back, feeling the muscles quiver beneath my touch, and he nuzzled into my neck, placing soft kisses there.
Finally, he lifted his head, his amber eyes soft as he looked at me, the wolf receding to let the man fully emerge. He brushed a stray hair away from my face, his touch gentle and loving.
"I love you," he said, his voice quiet but firm, filled with conviction. "You are my mate, my Luna, the mother of my pup. And I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me."
It wasn’t a flowery declaration. It was a statement of fact, a vow, and it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me. The fierce protectiveness in his words made my heart swell with love.
"I love you too," I whispered, my heart so full it felt like it might burst. "More than I ever thought possible."
He smiled, a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes and transformed his entire face. "Good," he said, his voice dropping to a low, teasing growl that promised more pleasure to come. "Because we’re not done yet. Not by a long shot.