21. Chapter 21

Chapter 21

-Reese-

C hasing her around the room certainly didn’t sound unappealing, especially when she pointed it out. I could vividly imagine the thrill of the pursuit, with the sweetest prize awaiting at the end. But how had things escalated so quickly?

Naomi stumbled back slightly at my words, though it was expected that her submission would be given once I caught her. The idea of having her under my control was enticing, envisioning how easily I could maneuver her into the positions I desired.

“Um,” she stammered, clearly flustered.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do it, but it’s been on my mind,” I admitted, trying to reassure her.

“Yes, that’s...” She trailed off, her gaze falling to the ground, yet her scent suddenly filled the room, betraying her true feelings.

I scrutinized her, noting the shallow breathing and the telltale flush creeping onto her cheeks.

She wants you to chase her! my wolf concluded, echoing my own observation. It seemed she enjoyed the thought as well. Should I encourage her to run? The urge to do so was overwhelming as I stepped closer to her, inhaling her intoxicating scent. A dark growl escaped my lips, relishing the effect I had on her, prompting a soft whimper from her.

“If you want to run, do it now, and I’ll catch you,” I declared, my voice echoing.

Slowly, she tilted her head back, her eyes betraying her temptation as she took a tiny step back.

“I’ll give you a head start,” I murmured.

What was happening to us? Why couldn’t we resist this urge? Despite our wolves’ reluctance to claim each other, we couldn’t seem to stop ourselves. Stepping closer to Naomi, I watched as she suddenly spun around, darting toward the other end of the room. A pleased growl escaped me as I followed her, nearly catching her as she maneuvered around the couch. Then, I realized her intention as she made a dash for the door, but I caught her in time, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“No!” she yelled, kicking at the air in a futile attempt to escape.

So she was playing with me? I realized as I closed the door, then swiftly brought her down onto the couch, her body flat against the cushions. I positioned myself on top of her, my long frame stretched out over hers as I asserted dominance. Burying my nose in her neck, I detected no genuine fear. Instead, her desire mingled with the rush of adrenaline.

“ You think you can outsmart me ?” I growled into her ear, my voice low and commanding.

“W-We need to stay away from each other,” she protested weakly.

I didn’t take kindly to her words, so I bit into her neck, not breaking the skin but enough to elicit a whimper from her as she slumped further into the couch, a clear display of submission. The sound pleased me, relishing her surrender. With my hand wedged between us, I traced upward beneath her skirt once more.

“A-Alpha Reese,” she stammered, her voice wavering.

“You smell so good. I can’t resist,” I murmured against her neck, intoxicated by her scent. No one in the world smelled like Naomi—so alluring, so tantalizingly ripe for the taking. As my hand ventured higher, between her legs, she moaned and pressed back, craving my touch. She wore dark pantyhose beneath her skirt, but they wouldn’t last long under my teasing ministrations.

Pressing my fingers against her drenched panties, I rumbled in satisfaction, reveling in her response to me even without direct contact.

“A-Alpha Reese,” she stuttered again, attempting to shift her hips against me.

But it was futile. My body kept her firmly in place, compelling her to accept the pleasure I offered.

“P-Please,” she pleaded softly.

“Yes, beg me,” I purred in her ear, relishing the power I held over her. “Beg me to make you come.”

This wasn’t like me—I’d never acted so demanding, using pleasure as a means of control. But something primal within me drove the need to show Naomi that when we played, she was at my mercy, and she had to remember that.

Continuing to caress her sensitive area, I couldn’t resist the urge to see her reaction. I lifted her skirt and tore through the pantyhose, eliciting a startled gasp from her. Pushing her underwear aside, I made contact with her burning skin, causing her to cry out and convulse in pleasure. Had she just reached climax from a mere touch to her clit? I watched in stunned silence, halting my movements, sensing her mixture of pleasure and embarrassment.

That was a swift reaction , my wolf remarked, pleased, in my head.

It certainly was.

Did Rosa ever do that?

I didn’t answer him, as the mention of Rosa felt like a splash of cold water, reminding me of the precarious situation. Yet, I found my hand unwilling to move away, its own will driving it to continue teasing her, eliciting soft whimpers as I set a rhythm. More , I thought, craving another orgasm from her. I wanted her to surrender to me completely, to explode in pleasure before I claimed her as... mine? Was she truly mine yet? My wolf remained silent on the matter, refusing to acknowledge her as a mate, yet not urging me to stop either. Meanwhile, she began rocking against me, caught up in the sensation.

Taste her , he suggested.

I yearned to do just that. I wanted to be enveloped by her sweet, curvy thighs as I savored her slick like a man dying of thirst in the desert. Leaning down, I sank my teeth into her ass cheek, eliciting another whimper as I increased the pace with my fingers. She grasped a pillow, muffling her own cries in a futile attempt to silence them. But she couldn’t suppress her pleasure as she came again, trembling and filling the room with her intoxicating scent. My cock throbbed violently, on the brink of release, and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. I tore her clothes further, desperate to be inside her.

However, the ripping seemed to jolt her back to reality. When she saw me kneeling, working on my pants, she recoiled, turning away from me and pressing a foot against my thigh.

“W-We shouldn’t mate!” she exclaimed, reminding me of the perilous situation we found ourselves in.

With my belt already unbuckled, I slumped down, the urge to take her overwhelming, disregarding the fact that I had another mate. I wanted Naomi now. But the fear in her eyes brought me back to my senses, dispelling the sweet haze with a more humid scent.

“What the fuck is happening to us?” I groaned, shaking my head, desperate for answers.

I remained rock hard, but Naomi had curled up at the end of the couch, clearly embarrassed by the situation. I hadn’t meant to overwhelm her. My desires had simply overridden my restraint, and her attempt to escape had triggered me.

“I need to get out of here,” I stated firmly, recognizing that if I remained, she would draw me in again. This connection was becoming more powerful than anything I had experienced before.

Hurrying away, I had a new goal in mind, something I hoped would quell this burning desire. I found Rosa in our bedroom, engrossed in something on her computer. As she saw me enter, she closed her laptop, offering me a smile.

“Hey,” she greeted warmly.

I didn’t reply but stormed over to where she sat at a small desk. Pulling her chair back, I crashed my lips against hers. She moaned into the kiss, but quickly pulled back.

“You reek of someone else,” she snapped, pushing me away, and I groaned in frustration.

“Then shower with me,” I suggested urgently, my actions driven by the need to reconnect with her.

Rosa seemed confused by my sudden moves.

“Let’s reconnect,” I coaxed, feeling guilty for almost using my first mate to appease the unease caused by my second mate’s reluctance to let me near her. But I didn’t know what else to do.

“We do have a lot to connect over,” she mused thoughtfully.

“I know this is a confusing situation. Trust me, my head is barely staying attached,” I admitted.

She sighed and nodded. “I know...”

“If I could, I would make this so much less complicated,” I declared sincerely.

“You don’t have to tell me, I know,” she replied, understanding my predicament.

“But you’re still upset.”

“Maybe I just don’t want my mate to reek of someone else and clearly be aroused by them,” she confessed.

“I can’t help it,” I replied, feeling remorseful.

“I’m aware, but don’t you think it makes me feel awful?”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“It just feels awful that you also have to apologize for it when I know it’s not your fault,” she groaned.

“Then what do you want to do?” I asked, eager to find a solution.

Rosa seemed to ponder it, visibly distressed by the situation. I wished I could make it easier for her, but I couldn’t ignore the growing need I felt for Naomi. However, Rosa finally met my eyes with a soft, understanding gaze.

“Very well, let’s take a shower.”