Chapter 67: Confessions
(CORRINE)
The last couple of weeks have been stressful. It’s been one thing after another. Locke coming back, clearing up our misunderstandings, trying to figure out my next step... It’s been hectic, and I haven’t had one minute to myself. But with Finn out of the house and Locke having returned to the North to deal with so ergency, I have the chance to sit alone with a bottle of wine and think, grieve the friend I lost, and consider the changes in my life.
I won’t ever truly get over the guilt I feel for George’s death. But with Locke providing
the ans to financially support his family, I am relieved. George’s death also opened my eyes to sothing else, sothing far more profound: my own mortality. My future. I want a new life with my mate and my son. Suddenly, this house feels like less of a ho and more of a temporary abode.
In the silence, loneliness creeps in. I’m always on the go, tiring myself out so that I don’t have to think about the emptiness within
that throbs and aches. Even now, as I’m patching things up with Locke, I can still feel a chasm between us. He’s holding himself back. His words are careful, as are his actions. When he touches , he treats
as if I’m the most delicate thing in the world.
I don’t like it.
I understand that he has changed. Of course, he has. We both have. But it feels like he’s deliberately keeping so distance from .
I know things won’t automatically beco perfect between us, and we both need ti, but impatience is brewing within . Especially tonight.
I miss Locke.
With each glass of wine, the feeling is reinforced within .
There is no anger or hurt any longer. Just loneliness. My wolf is miserable, and so am I. Tonight, I want the comfort of Locke’s arms. I want the safety that only his presence offers. I want to lose myself in him.
The only problem is that, with the way he has been treating , I don’t think he’s going to make the first move. That is why I have to seduce him. Or be brave enough to tell him what I need.
Which is where the alcohol cos into play. Glass after glass.
There’s a well-cooked al on the table for us, but he never cos. I throw the wine bottle away, tired and aching inside.
All the online blogs suggest feeding him and then getting close to him. None of them accounted for the fact that I would pass out after drinking an entire bottle of wine, though. Of course, he shows up when I’m passed out. It’s his scent that wakes
up. I don’t know where I get the courage to convince him to lie next to . My body moves of its own accord when I straddle him.
And when the words co out, I can’t seem to stop them.
There’s a reason why I don’t drink very often. Because I tend to be blunt and say what’s on my mind. What I don’t expect is for Locke to react the way he does.
His hand reaches out and grabs a fistful of my hair before flipping us both over. When his mouth descends on mine, it’s to deliver a forceful, heated kiss that has my toes curling.
He doesn’t ask any more questions. He doesn’t stop. He simply stakes his claim.
The kiss is fierce, a clash of tongues and teeth, a desperate hunger in it. His mouth moves against mine like a starving man finally getting to eat. His body presses into mine as if he wants to take
right now. I can feel his hard length against my stomach.
I’m instantly sent back to a bedroom surrounded by stone walls, the shadows of the flas from the fireplace dancing along the ceiling as this man ravages , his body sweaty and strong as he holds , moving with
at a pace that leaves
breathless and delirious.
I can sll the musky scent of my arousal in the air, and Locke groans as his tongue pushes its way past my lips. I sigh as he licks the inside of my mouth, tasting every inch of . His grip in my hair is tight, and his body has mine pinned to the bed. My nipples are painfully rigid, pressed against his hard chest.
His touch, his kiss, everything feels far too familiar. It’s almost like coming ho. I hear sothing tear, and then there’s a breeze upon my legs as the fabric that was my pants is pulled off. Locke’s hand cos to fondle my chest, his fingers twisting and pulling at my hard nipples, causing
to moan into his mouth.
He releases my lips, his mouth trailing along my jaw as he forces my head back, settling on the spot where the mating mark is supposed to be. His voice is a throaty growl. "You want to claim ? I never took you to be so possessive."
My wolf paces inside my head, baring its teeth. "Well, I am." My nails dig into his biceps, drawing blood. "I’m not going to share you with anyone. Do you understand?"
He lifts his head to give
a feral smile. "Good." His hands run down my naked body, leaving a trail of blazing white heat across my skin. I tremble at his touch, and my back arches. His thick finger probes my lower slit, and he growls, "Even after all this ti, you get wet so easily."
I whimper when he inserts not one finger but two, plunging them deep inside . It’s an uncomfortable intrusion, my pussy is too tight. It doesn’t stop him, though, and as he pulls his fingers out at a punishingly slow rate, I gasp.
Locke uses those fingers to loosen
up for him, and rembering his cock as I do, I know I’m going to need it. I shatter on his fingers, crying out as he elicits orgasm after orgasm with ease.
My lips are parted as I struggle to breathe. My body is shaking, sweat clinging to . I feel Locke hold my legs open as he pierces
with his cock. I can feel every inch as it enters , and I call out his na, clutching him for dear life.
How did I live without him for all these years? Every part of
that he touches feels like it’s coming alive. With his cock fully inside , Locke begins to move. My hands dig into the sheets, but his sweaty skin is too slippery. I et him thrust for thrust, both of us chasing our pleasures. But I forgot about my mate’s stamina.
His cock still in , he grabs
by the waist and twists
around. I yelp at the sharp pleasure. My stomach barely hits the bed before he has my bottom lifted up, his thrusts becoming harder and rougher. I find myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and when I cum, I scream out his na. But Locke isn’t done. My insides feel raw, and yet, I want more.
Panting and moaning, I feel his hand circle my neck and squeeze as he fucks
relentlessly. And then, he releases. His soft growl is followed by a red-hot, piercing pain where my shoulder ets my neck. I can sll the tallic scent of my blood in the air. The agony gives way to an intense pleasure, and I collapse with Locke, our bodies writhing with the aftershocks.
He holds
to him, his teeth still in my flesh. Tiny electric pulses pass through the most sensitive parts of my body, pushing
to the very brink. My eyes flutter shut, and then suddenly, I feel him.
All this ti, the fated mate bond has been there. I could sense it, a soft, throbbing presence deep inside . But now, I’m overwheld with this inexplicable warmth, this desire, this love so deep that it makes
want to weep. If there were any doubts in my mind about Locke or how he feels about
or about my safety, they’re washed away.
I can sense his emotions, every one of them. His love for
and his profound, unwavering loyalty humble , and tears well up in my eyes. Our bodies are still throbbing from the force of the mating bond, and Locke silently gathers
in his arms. He holds , hiding my face in his chest.
Is this what it is like to be loved? How is it possible that soone could love
so deeply? The truth is that even after Locke ca back, even after we sorted things out between us, the most vulnerable and broken part of
still believed I wasn’t worthy of receiving love. Nobody could care about soone like .
To be proven wrong, to see the evidence of how precious I am to Locke, shakes
to my very core. I didn’t know a mating bond could be like this. I never knew that I would be able to feel how he feels about , that his existence would completely sh with mine. We are two individuals, but we are also one.
After a prolonged silence, with Locke simply holding , he finally asks, "Are you feeling better?"
I nod, sniffling. "That was intense. " I look up at him. "Are you okay?"
Locke wraps a strand of my hair around his finger and tugs it lightly.
"All this ti, I had certain misgivings, doubts. When I found out you were alive, the initial relief gave way to feeling hurt. It seed like I was the only one who cared. Like I was the only one who had been bereft. I didn’t realize how you truly felt about . But I can feel it all inside
now, the things you don’t say. I will try to change for you, Corrine. I’ll try to beco a better man. I will give you everything you could ever dream of."
I wriggle my arms free and wrap them around the neck of this big, hulking man who is feared by all and yet whose heart is soft when it cos to . "I never want you to change. Who you are is perfect. And if I haven’t said it before, I love you. Despite what happened, despite what I believed had happened. Even when you found , I could deny the truth to everybody but myself. I loved you back then, too. When you held
at night, I felt secure and safe. When you made sure I was fed and taken care of, I felt happy. But I didn’t know what those feelings were because I had never felt them before. I understand them now. I love you, Locke."
My mate presses his lips to my forehead. "I love you, too, Corrine. But I’m not good with words. If this is sothing you need to hear frequently—"
I give him a warm smile. "No. You don’t need to say it all the ti. I know how you feel." He searches my eyes, and I tilt my head back to kiss him. "I will tell you enough tis for both of us."
His response is a fierce kiss, and as he pulls
under him, I laugh, knowing he’s about to ravish
all over again.
I have a feeling I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.
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