37. Chapter 37

Chapter 37

-Reese-

I struggled to find the right words, aware of the weight they carried. Yet, I had to convey the turmoil consuming me. With each passing moment, it felt as though I was drifting further from Rosa and gravitating toward Naomi.

“I... can’t fully grasp it myself,” I confessed.

“I don’t understand,” she murmured.

“Nor do I.”

“What do you mean by... her being the wrong one?” she asked, her words hesitant.

“I mean, perhaps my wolf made an error in judgment,” I proposed, knowing how improbable it sounded.

“That’s unheard of!”

“I’m aware, but our circumstances are far from ordinary. This shouldn’t be happening,” I acknowledged.

“No, but...”

“But?” I encouraged, sensing her hesitation.

“It just... doesn’t quite add up,” she pointed out.

“None of it does. But perhaps my wolf truly made a mistake.”

“But then what does that imply for our packs? Rejecting their Luna won’t sit well with our former adversaries.”

“I know...” I murmured.

“Reese, are you already considering... leaving her?”

“I don’t know yet,” I admitted.

She sighed, and I hung my head, overwhelmed by the turmoil within. Yet, slowly, she raised both her hands, a gesture that unveiled her beauty once more. In that moment, every fiber of my being longed for her touch, yearning to feel her close to me. Drawing me in, she kissed me tenderly, and I surrendered to the sensation, wishing for this moment to last an eternity. Despite the turmoil, I knew there had to be a solution, a path to clarity, but Naomi’s kisses clouded my thoughts, her hand teasingly inching up my T-shirt.

“What if we didn’t mate tonight?” she whispered huskily, her words stirring desire within me. “What if we approached this with caution?”

My desires surged, my body responding eagerly to the thought of her lips on me.

“Do you believe it would make a difference?” she questioned, her voice thick with anticipation.

“It’s worth exploring,” I replied, a sense of agreement passing between us in our shared silence.

Reaching for her once more, I captured her lips with mine, the kiss growing more fervent, less restrained. My longing to see her undressed consumed me, and with a swift motion, I removed her clothing, eliciting gasps and shivers of pleasure from her. Yet amidst her reactions, I sensed no fear, only desire hanging heavy in the air. When she lay before me in nothing but her panties, I took a moment to admire her, watching her resist her instinct to cover herself.

“Goddess, you’re perfect,” I whispered, my hands tracing the curves of her thighs, eagerly exploring every inch of her.

I felt her shiver beneath me, her scent enveloping me, and I treated her panties with the same urgency as her other garments before delving into her sweet pussy. A small gasp escaped her lips as she instinctively covered her mouth, but I took my time, relishing in the intoxicating aroma that coated my senses. Never before had I felt such possessiveness, not even with Rosa. Yet with Naomi, I craved to be smothered in her juices, to be marked by her in every way imaginable.

With each tender stroke of my tongue, I sought to make her climax, igniting another cry from her as she writhed against me. Holding her firmly, I lavished attention on her clit, alternating between gentle caresses and tantalizing flicks, reveling in her struggles and the undeniable pleasure I invoked. Her desperate attempts to stifle her cries only fueled my desire, driving me to push her to the brink swiftly. She rocked and whimpered, her pussy craving my touch. Guiding her through the waves, she attempted to signal for me to cease, but I persisted, briefly withdrawing before positioning her for a new angle, relishing the sight of her ass presented to me.

As she buried her face into the pillow, I seized the opportunity to bury myself in her again before she drenched me with her juices. Gently cleansing her, I indulged in the taste of her before playfully swatting her behind and then sinking my teeth into her skin. Though she whimpered at the sensation, I found myself drawn to the sight of the mark forming on her flesh, unable to resist tracing its outline with my tongue even as she hissed from the sting.

“R-Reese,” she stammered, her voice laden with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

“Fuck, you wear it well,” I murmured, captivated by the sight before me.

However, Naomi’s sudden change of positions drew a growl of annoyance from me. Yet, her approach, hands deftly undoing my pants, redirected my thoughts entirely.

“You’ll have to show me,” she whispered, her husky tone rendering me speechless as I allowed her to unveil me for the first time. With pure desire gleaming in her eyes, I pulled her closer, consumed by the primal need that bound us together.

“Use your tongue,” I instructed, watching a newfound determination flicker in her eyes as she tentatively complied, tracing her tongue along my length, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me.

Her courage grew with each passing moment, her hand joining in to stroke me as she attempted to take me deeper. I groaned with desire as she enveloped me, trying to resist the urge to move against her.

My hips betrayed me, a slight movement prompting a gasp from her lips. Yet, instead of hastening her pace, she adopted a leisurely rhythm, as if relishing every moment of my cock in her mouth.

“Don’t be so slow. You’re driving me wild,” I managed to articulate through clenched teeth, struggling to maintain control.

But she paid no heed to my plea. Instead, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she realized the newfound power she held over me.

“Be careful, little mate, or I might not be able to hold back,” I cautioned.

Ignoring my words, she moaned around me, threatening to push me over the edge sooner than I anticipated. Her ability to torment me was unparalleled, my grip tightening on her hair as I was consumed by the desire to use her as my own little plaything. When had I become so consumed by my own desires? With Naomi, it seemed inevitable, her presence unlocking parts of me I never knew existed.

Taking control, I guided her movements, urging her faster. She complied eagerly, spurring me on until I could no longer restrain myself. With abandon, I surrendered to the pleasure, my release crashing over me in waves as I filled her throat with my cum.

She swallowed around me, though some escaped, trailing down the corner of her mouth. Finally releasing my grip, I leaned back, gasping for breath as she withdrew, her tongue darting out to clean herself.

Her actions threatened to reignite my arousal, and I knew this encounter had only strengthened the bond between us, promising even more intense experiences to come.