She tells me she’s on her way to check on dinner and asks about sparring. Rather than answer, I take her chin in between my fingers. The desire to kiss her is so strong I can barely contain myself.
Thankfully, I don’t see any tear streaks on her face. So, she wasn’t crying, she was masturbating. Who was she thinking about when she was touching herself?
The thought sends a wave of possessiveness flowing through me. It shouldn’t matter if she’s touching herself, thinking about another man. But it does.
Rather than dwell on that, I tell her that I want her to seek me out if she feels alone and sad. I want to be the one to hold her. I want to be the one she comes to if she’s scared or lonely. And what I desperately want is to show her that I can ease that ache inside her in ways that she can’t imagine. I want to fulfill all her needs.
I’m not sure what she sees on my face, but her beautiful sage–green eyes are wide, and her cheeks are flushed. Once again, I rein myself in.
“Sparring was good,” I say, putting us back on neutral ground. I watch her body relax as she, too, focuses on an easier conversation.
I’m not used to wanting someone like this, so I tell her I want her to sit with me at dinner. I know it’s not necessary. I watched Enya interact with the omegas this morning. She’s a natural with them. But I want to spend more time with her.
After telling her that I’ll meet her after I shower, I watch her walk off, then head to my room.
I turn the shower tap to cold, knowing that no amount of cold water is going to ease the ache in my cock. But hopefully by taking care of myself and doing it in cold water, I’ll be able to sit beside Enya at dinner and not have to deal with another hard on.
I close my eyes as I begin stroking myself. I think of those big green eyes, watching me as I slide in and out of her. I know she’s never been with a man, so she’d be fucking tight. I’d have to move slow, take my time. I clench my fist tighter around my cock and slow my movements, thinking of that blush creeping across her cheeks as I begin to bring her up to the peak of pleasure.
I can almost hear the sounds of her whimpers and moans and when my mind conjures her crying out with my name on her lips, I explode, growling as my release comes hard and fast. I force myself to continue at the slow pace that she would need, milking my cock while I jerk from the force of my orgasm.
When I finally come down, I lean my head back, letting the cold water cool the heat of my desire for Enya. What is it about her that has me on the verge of losing control all the time?
She’s beautiful, obviously. She’s intelligent. She’s strong. She’s kind. She’s loving. She’s the complete package. She’s perfect.
I finish showering, then quickly get dressed before heading downstairs. I can hear the warriors already in the dining hall and when I approach, I see Enya waiting for me.
“I wasn’t sure where you wanted to sit,” she says.
I look around, then turn back to her. “Who do you think could benefit the most from spending time with us?” I ask, knowing she’s got a good idea of what’s going on in the pack.
