*Maddox*
Isla’s scent permeates every breath as I gain my bearings, doing my best to wake my sleeping mind. I have a vague recollection of talking to her earlier this morning, before I was fully awake.
She’d given me some startling information, something I needed to look into today, though I’m not exactly sure what it was now….
It’ll come back to me later.
For now, my hand is resting on her soft, warm breast, and with her intoxicating scent rolling around me, I can’t help but keep the hardness I’ve awoken with growing in length.
The recollection that she is injured comes to my mind, and I know I should leave her be. She hit her hard pretty hard yesterday, and she has a wounded shoulder, but her nipple is hardening beneath my palm, and I can’t seem to pull my hand away.
Groggily, she says, “Maddox? What are you doing?” But her voice is sultry, not at all perturbed that I’ve awoken her by massaging her breast.
“I’m kissing your neck,” I tell her as I do just that. My mouth sinks into the warmth between her shoulder and her throat. She moans a bit, and I feel her nipple pebble even more. I nip her with my teeth, and she backs into me, grinding.
She wants me as badly as I want her. It seems like it’s been forever since we’ve made love, though I know it hasn’t been that long. When my hand dips below the blanket that’s tangled around her waist, I feel the bare flesh of her hip beneath my hand. Her nightgown has also shifted during sleep, and knowing that there’s very little between my hand and her tight pussy has me pressing even harder against her
I lift my mouth to her ear, taking her lobe between my teeth and grazing over it as she whimpers. “Are you feeling okay?” I ask her.
She moans a response that lets me know that she is.
“Can I touch you?” I ask between kisses on the flesh behind her ear.
With another moan, she says, “I think you already are.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “I want to touch you more,” I say, letting my breath fan her cheek. “I want to touch you… deeper.” Again, I lower my mouth to her neck as my hand finds her thigh already slick as I trail up her body, following the heat until my fingers brush against her mound, and I realize she isn’t wearing any panties.
How have I managed to sleep next to this beautiful woman all night with nothing more than a thin nightgown and my boxers between us?
When my fingers begin to explore her folds she cries out again. I take my time, rubbing the length of her, finding her most sensitive area and pressing against it. She begins to buck against me, and I can smell her longing for me.
One finger enters her tight core, then another, and I move them back and forth quickly as she rocks against me. My cock is so hard, I can hardly pay attention to what I’m doing. I’ve had to pull my mouth away from her to suck in deep breaths because I am groaning myself as I probe deeper and deeper.
What way do I want to take her? Do I want to bend her over and slide into her from behind? Or should I flip her over and climb on top of her? I still haven’t decided when she reaches her climax. Her cries are high-pitched and ethereal as she continues to rock back and forth on my fingers for as long as I can keep her there, but now, I need her myself.
I need to push inside of her.
Removing my hand, I push my own blankets off and remove my boxers while she catches her breath. Before she’s completely recovered, I lift her from the mattress and sit her on top of me. She spreads her legs wide enough to accommodate my hips and comes down right onto my thick cock.
“Oh, Maddox,” she cries out, biting her bottom lip. I take her nightgown by the bottom hem and yank it up before I remember that she has an injured shoulder and head so I slow down, lifting it more gently.
Her breasts jiggle as she moves up and down, riding me, and my palms immediately lift to circle her nipples until she cries out and grabs my hands, pulling them tight. I pinch, pull, and twist them while she makes the sort of noises that will eventually send me over the edge.
Isla leans down to kiss me. I take her warm mouth in mine, my tongue sizzling across hers. I find her clit with my finger, and her mouth pulls away from mine because she needs to cry out. I take her nipple in my mouth instead, swirling my tongue around it before I suck her to twice her normal size. She picks up her pace, riding me harder, fast, taking me deeper. And it’s my turn to let out a deep, savage groan.
I switch breasts, having to move my hand from her clit because I need to steady myself. I want to keep from coming yet, but with her moving that way, I am about to blow everything.
“Maddox!” she sings. “Oh, Goddess!” She is there again, at the peak of ecstasy, crying out, ready to come completely undone, and I can’t hold off anymore. As she shouts my name one more time, I fill her with my seed. Flashes of what we are trying to accomplish pass before my eyes, and I wonder if this might be the time she becomes pregnant with my baby.
But Isla is more than my breeder. She is my everything.
When I told her that loving me would be dangerous, I did it because I was scared, not because I don’t love her back. I do.
It’s never been more clear than in this moment as I’m looking up at her smiling, sex-drunk face. I haven’t known Isla that long, but I’ve already forgotten what my life was like without her.
I’ve already learned that I don’t ever want to go back to my life without her.
But it seems like I’m losing her.
On days when she’s actually here and hasn’t been kidnapped or ran away, I end up saying or doing something stupid or otherwise asinine that drives us further apart.
I have to find a way to stop living my life like an arrogant bachelor bastard and start taking her feelings into consideration.
Isla moves off of me, moving a little gingerly as she finds her spot on the bed next to me. “Are you hurt?” I ask her.
“No,” she says with a smile. “Just a little sore.”
Immediately, I feel awful. I shouldn’t have taken her when she was injured. I should’ve waited until she was feeling better. “I’m so sorry,”
“Don’t be.” She trails her fingers down my chest. “I had a good time.”
It sounds like something a woman says after a date that took a turn for the steamy, or someone who’s resolved themselves to being nothing more than a one-night stand.
It’s not something a woman in love says to the man of her dreams, which makes me wonder what I have done.
I can’t let those thoughts enter my head at the moment. I have to concentrate on the positive on a day like this when I have so much to accomplish.
Everything she said to me in the middle of the night comes back now. She saw Zabrina in her dream, I’m certain of it, and how she’s able to do this, I don’t know, but it’s clear to me that she saw Private Wylie, and now she says that Zabrina is near Wolf Stone Bridge.
She says she saw her get out of the water, and she thinks that Duster pack has her.
I need to get over there and see what Alpha Hayden will tell me. He’s not my biggest fan. Maybe it will give us the opportunity to work through some of our problems.
Or maybe I’ll kill him the same way that I killed Alpha Jordan.
Either way, if I get Zabrina back, I win.
“You should rest today,” I tell her, reaching over and stroking her cheek. She has the blanket pulled up to her neck now, but she’s still the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Okay,” she replies in a groggy voice. “But… you remember my dream, right?”
“I do,” I say, still tracing her heated skin with my fingers. I feel myself twitch and know I need to stop before I can’t control myself anymore.
“Be careful.” She reaches over and touches my chest, her hand trailing down to my abs. My dick twitches the closer her fingers get to it.
“I will be,” I promise her, though I’m not sure what she’s worried about.
“Those men looked like bad news. I know that you’re the king and everyone is supposed to obey you, but I got the impression that they don’t care about any of that, that they just care about themselves. They do whatever they want and don’t worry about the rules.”
Brushing her hair back, I roll onto my side. “Believe me, baby,” I tell her, “I’ve dealt with all kinds. I can handle myself with anyone. You don’t need to worry about me. But you do need to rest, feel better, and not leave the castle without me, for any reason, okay? I don’t care if it’s Seth who tells you that you need to go, stay here until I get back.”
She nods in understanding, and I think she gets the picture. I can’t imagine any reason why she would need to leave the castle without me, unless a war breaks out while I’m away finding Zabrina, and that is highly unlikely to happen.
I have my enemies, but none of them are strong enough or stupid enough to try taking over the castle at the moment.
I lean over and kiss her again, taking my time and letting my mouth linger on hers, reminding myself that this is a goodbye kiss before I go take a shower and get to work, but it’s hard… in more ways than one.
I pull away. “Have a good day, baby. Seriously. Rest.”
She nods. “I will. Seriously. Careful.”
I smirk at her. Only Isla can say something like that to me and make me smile instead of wanting to rip their head off.
I feel her eyes on me as I pull my boxers on and finish getting dressed. I turn around and smile at her one more time before I head out of the room, noting that her scent lingers on my fingers.
I’ll carry her with me all day.