novelraw Chapter 39
Chapter 39
Cherry
Accepting the elegant, tall-stemmed glass, I took a sip and sighed with pleasure at the taste of the crisp liquid. “You’re right,” I said, looking at Dylan, who watched me, “it has been a long week.”
Dylan eased off his shoes, too, his long legs crossed at the ankle as he settled back on the sofa.
After another sip of wine, the soothing atmosphere and Dylan’s company made me open up. “When I came back to Berlin after your Alpha Ceremony…” I trailed off, needing another mouthful of wine before I could meet Dylan’s eyes, but he watched me, patiently waiting for whatever I had to share. “I decided I should take things to the next level with the guy I’d been seeing.”
I took another gulp of wine, needing it to loosen up about talking to Dylan, of all people, about this subject.
“I told him I was ready to, well, you know…” As my eyes met Dylan’s, my heart tightened as I saw the effect my words had. His jaw clenched, and he gripped his wine so tightly I thought he would break the delicate stem.
Dylan’s dark eyes raked down my body, his breathing quickening. “Did he hurt you?” He growled.
Quickly, I shook my head, realizing his distress was because he thought Carl had physically hurt me. “No,” I told him. “I mean, we didn’t actually get to moving things on.” My lips twitched. “What with you appearing and leaving breakfast outside my door, I haven’t exactly been in the right headspace for dating.” I shook my head, realizing I was getting off-topic. “But tonight, Fern and I went to a restaurant where Carl once took me. When I arrived, I spotted Carl at a table kissing another woman.”
My voice trembled, and I took another sip of my drink, hating how broken I sounded. Anger enveloped me, and I added, “So, yeah, it turns out Carl’s an asshole who treats women like shit, and I was just the latest idiot taken in by him.”
Dylan set down his glass on the coffee table, then took mine from me. I bit back the retort that I needed that tonight, watching him warily.
He took my hands, fixing his solemn gaze on me. “You’re not an idiot. You’re the cleverest, kindest, most caring person I know, and you deserve a partner who sees that. I know you’ll meet someone who values you, Cherry, because someone who shines as brightly as you could never be alone for long.”
My breath hitched as Dylan’s loving words washed over me, and the touch of his strong hands holding mine felt both soothing and electrifying. I wondered if he felt that peculiar sense of rightness where we touched.
His eyes darkened with intensity. “I would never in my whole life betray you, Cherry, I swear.”
His heartfelt stare and earnest tone had me throwing my arms around him. He held me tight, the wall of his chest and his strength around me, making me feel safer than I had in years.
When I finally pulled away from him, I couldn’t bring myself to disengage from him completely, and my hands remained on his chest until… they slid up, inching around the back of his neck and into his hair. He looked like he didn’t dare move, so I drew myself up, my lips finding his until his arms were in my hair, too, trailing down my neck and back. Our mouths, hungry for one another, once more worked together: our lips, teeth, and tongues coming together in a wild kiss.
But, eventually, Dylan pulled back. His eyes were deliciously dark with desire, but he urged, “Cherry, you’re upset tonight. I don’t want you doing something you’ll regret tomorrow.”
Given the heat in his kiss, the restraint he displayed seemed like an impossible feat. It made my trust in him soar. Dylan would never take advantage of me. After all, I remembered how he’d never pretended to be something he wasn’t or to feel something he didn’t. When we’d lived together, he may have hurt me by not feeling what I did for him, but he’d never lied. But… he desired me now. And… I wanted him.
I melted against him. “You’ve been urging me to trust you, and after tonight, I do. So kiss me.”
Heat flared in his eyes as I commanded him, and I felt a thrilling sense of satisfaction as the Starsmoon Alpha readily complied, crushing his mouth to mine. My whole body sang beneath his touch, and Dylan’s hands soon slid up my curves, peeling my dress off. I was eager to feel his skin against mine and divested him of his shirt. My heart seemed to ricochet off my ribcage as I revered the sculpted muscle of his chest with my hands, then my lips, and tongue.
Dylan made quick work of stripping my bra from me. My nipples pebbled as he sucked and teased them. I moaned, driven wild by the wet ache building in my core. Before I knew it, I forced him back on the couch, tearing his trousers and boxers off of him. Wet heat pooled between my legs just at the sight of his hard cock, and I whimpered.
Scenting my arousal, he growled in appreciation and pushed me back, pulling my lace knickers off of me. In a moment, his hand swept down my abdomen, thrusting a finger inside me and groaning again at the wetness that met him.
Gasping and arching against his fingers, I spread my legs wider. My legs hooked around his ass, bringing him closer to me.
“Does my mate need something?” He teased, his voice deliciously throaty.
“Please,” I begged, nudging him towards me more. I felt the tip of his arousal against me, but he kept two of his fingers inside me, teasing my clit.
I whimpered, moaning as pleasure rippled through me. “Please, Dylan.” I gasped.
“Tell me what you want, mate?” He commanded. His assertive tone turned me into a puddle.
“I want your cock inside me, mate,” I said huskily. “Now.”
I felt him smile against my lips as he kissed me roughly, then spread my legs and entered me. With a rough thrust, he buried himself. I was so wet there was hardly any discomfort, only Dylan’s glorious fullness. He cradled me in his arms, watching with a look of awe as I quivered beneath him. That look alone seemed to undo me. I felt a fulfillment I hadn’t since the last time we’d been locked together like this.