Chapter 318

I’m so confused. Did he just…? Did he say…? I have to be mishearing things.

“I love you, Chloe,” he says again, louder this time, and there’s no mistaking it.

“Steven…” I don’t know what to say, what to think. “You can’t mean that.”

“Can’t I?” His face is earnest. His gaze intense as he stares into me. He is still so close, his forehead nearly resting on my own.

“You don’t know what you are saying.”

“Chloe,” he says firmly. With his eyes on mine, I can see how earnest he is, how sure. He believes he is in love with me, even if it doesn’t make sense. Even if it goes against everything the brothers have been saying. “I love you.”

“But my birthday is only in a few days. Everything could change. My wolf could manifest. I could feel the pull of a mating bond. It might not be you, Steven, and what will happen?”

Steven smiles at me a little, half part exasperation, half part fondness. “Chloe. Do you truly believe that me or my brothers would ever give you up?”

“But I heard you talking, and you said…”

“We all want you to be happy. Neil’s worried you won’t find that happiness from us. But I know better. I know my own feelings better than they do theirs, so I know what I feel for you is love. I also know, now that this love is recognized…” His arms squeeze around me. “I’m never letting go of it.”

Stubbornly, I still don’t want to listen. There’s too many reasons this is a terrible idea that will only end in heartbreak.

All of those perfectly good reasons vanish when Stevens’ mouth closes over mine. He kisses the way he performs his experiments, with precision and insistence. He tests if I respond more to my tongue being licked or sucked on, and once a conclusion is drawn, dives all the way into achieving more desired result.

“I’ve been holding back my own feelings,” Steven says when we come up for air. His kiss has left me both speechless and thoughtless, but I try to focus. To him, this seems tremendously important. “I’m done with that. I’ve only ever succeeded in pushing you away from me.”

He pulls me tightly to him, so that my front is flush against his front. His mouth drops to my neck where he drops light kiss after light kiss along the column of my throat.

“That will not happen again,” he says, words whispered into my throat. “I want you, Chloe, and I intend to have you.”

He pushes me back onto the bed and climbs over me, showing me exactly what he wants tonight.

“I’ll prove my love to you,” he says. “If you’d allow me.”

Even now, with this massive declaration of love, he still seems somewhat shy. Asking before he takes. He’s so still on top of me. He’d probably wait forever if I don’t speak up.

Slowly, I raise my hands, pressing my middle finger to each side of his glasses. Then, grabbing them by the legs, I pluck them from his nose, carefully close them, and set them on the end table beside the bed. Once they are secure, I stretch myself back, my head on the pillow with my arms stretching above me.

“Well?” I tease. “I’m waiting.”

Any uncertainty that had been clouding Steven’s face vanishes at once. He surges forward, crashing his lips to mine.

He quickly becomes overly eager, bucking against my thigh. Just as quickly he forces himself still.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m not as experienced as my brothers… Truthfully, I have no idea what I’m doing…”

My whole heart warms in fresh affection for him.

“I want to please you, Chloe. I want to make it good for you.”

“It will be,” I promise. “It will be good for us both.”

His hands fumbled with the buttons of his own shirt. Such usually steady hands are rendered useless by his nervousness.

“Allow me,” I tell him. I lightly bat his hands out of the way before replacing them with mine on his shirt buttons. My times with Neil have served me well. I’m able to undo all the buttons in record time, then I slide Steven’s shirt free.

He has on a tank top underneath. I make short work of that as well, sliding it up and off of him. Once all obstacles are free, I take in the mouthwatering sight of him. Despite all the hours he’s tucked away in his laboratory, he’s still fit. Not as ripped as Archer, but no less appealing in his own way.

I trace my hands down his sides and he shivers. His dick twitches, rock hard, against my thigh. All of his muscles tighten and he grits his teeth. I can tell he wants to fuck me through the mattress.

While I’m not opposed to that idea, I am worried about this ending too soon. So, for this encounter, I think it might be best for me to take the lead.

I press at his shoulders. He soon takes the hint and rolls onto his back. His hands never once break from my hips though, as he pulls me on top of him.

“I’m not going far,” I tease. “But you have to let me go or I can’t get naked enough to ride you.”

Steven hands tense so severely, so quickly, that he rips my pajama shorts straight in half. Holding the shreds in his hands, he looks from one to the other like he can’t quite believe he did that.

“Sorry,” he says breathlessly.

Seeing no more reason to wait, I yank my shirt over my head and toss it aside, baring my tits for him. His gaze locks on to the newly exposed skin and he licks his lips with hunger.

“Well,” I say, motioning toward my panties. “You’ve ruined my shorts, you might as well take care of the rest.”

In a flash, he throws aside the scraps of my shorts and snaps away my panties too. All of it ends up on the floor. He doesn’t stop there, though. He bucks me up slightly to reach for his waistband, then shimmies his pants down to mid-thigh.

Enough to expose the very large dick he hides away all day, when he should be fucking me with it.

“C-condom… in my pants…” Steven manages, voice strained. He’s whimpering, his hips lifting up and down a marginal amount. He must be using all of his willpower to hold himself back.

“Shh…” I whisper as I find the condom in his pocket. I break the packaging and then roll the condom down his dick. “Not long now.”

“Chloe --!”

“Not long at all,” I say, as I line myself up. Then, so slowly it’s torturous, I drop myself down. Inch after inch of his dick slides into me, pressing delightfully at my walls, making me feel so full. So loved.

Steven is giving this to me. He wants me this much.

He loves me.

I drop all the way in a rush, and we both moan so loud, I’m surprised the windows don’t rattle in their panes.

His hands hold my hips, his fingers clawing into the flesh of my ass.

“Fuck,” he growls.”

His eyes are squeezed tight. That won’t do. I want to look at him.

“Open your eyes, Steven,” I say.

With obvious effort, he blinks his eyes open and stares right at me.

He’s so handsome. So trusting. So loving.

It’s too much. I can’t stay still anymore.

I want to feel his love, but I want him to feel mine in return.

So I lift myself up, and I start the ride.