Chapter 140

Helen POV

Justin purred in his sleep behind me, both of us nearly knocking out the moment we laid down. I couldn’t help but grumble, wanting to make tonight something intimate and delightful, but we were both exhausted. I hadn’t had a choice by now.

I drifted asleep, feeling weak and weary but safe. With the poison I was able to sleep peacefully without the Huntsman in my head, but something else called to me.

I woke up, sitting on the edge of bed while my eyes watched the window carefully. My body was bare and the chill that spiked through me had certainly led me to want to crawl back in bed, but I couldn’t move. My body was ridged and stiff.

I wanted to mount my mate and bring us both to bliss, but our bond was silent from the poison. Even then, without the natural pull of my wolf needing her Lycan other half, I still wanted him dearly.

I was still far too enticed with his body and his bronze, that it made no difference to if I wanted him to heal me or not. I just wanted him in all his beauty and I wanted connection back.

But there was this anxious knoll outside in the darkness of night that made me sick.

I approached the window, uncaring if anyone saw me naked through it, and looked out to the cold, barren village of the pack. No one was awake but the warriors on the boarder but even then, I couldn’t see them.

Warm hands brushed my hair back and I jumped, spinning to see Justin awake, his eyes wide down the sight of my naked, needy body. I panted for air, feeling startled and delighted at the same time.

He bit his lip with the peaks of his front fangs and I melted at the sight of his body carved before me, his muscles leading right down to the buzzed arousal below. I took it upon myself to brush my fingertips under his shaft and his head tilted back, releasing a strangled moan.

“No, mate. We can’t. You’re—you’re still healing and weak.”

I ignored his warning and dropped slowly to my knees, parting my legs because I knew when I would get damp between my thighs, he would smell the arousal and give in.

For now though, I tended to my mate, pulling his girth into my cold lips and dragging them gently up and down to the base of his cock. He purred and subdued himself deep into my throat.

His hand found the back of my head and pulled me forward by my shower damp hair. He set whatever pace he wanted, my tongue drawing him so close to orgasm that I could practically taste his honey leaking to come down my throat any minute now.

He yanked himself free, using his fist as he kept himself steady and erect on the verge. “Go to bed.”

I hoped up and attempted to lay down but he smacked my ass promptly. I hissed, feeling the dampness in my core only getting hotter and wetter. When I crawled up on my knees, he seemed pleased and joined the bed behind me.

His tongue drew up from the back of my knee to the very inside of my sex. When his lips found my core, I broke, pushing myself into his lips, into his possession, and weeping at the feeling of overloaded pleasure.

My arms failed me and I planted my face in the sheets, Justin adjusting behind me so he could center himself into my sex. I begged through the mattress for more, for pleasing ecstasy, and he gave in eventually.

I crowned and gasped alive, his rhythm sending me right over the edge of everything.

He didn’t stop or still, writhing his pelvis into mine and sending waves of excitement into my stomach. I came again, just for the thrill of it, and then parted my legs more, arching my back so he would get the best possible access inside of me.

When he finally came, he fell forward, collapsing in bed with me in his arms, and his jittery, throbbing manhood still plunged into my folds. I whimpered, enjoying the after-effects of his ejaculation in my tired sex.

His hand drug up my side and soon, he fell back asleep behind me, still keeping his dick trapped inside of me. I needed to explore that bad feeling I had outside but I didn’t want to move, knowing he would feel it and wake up.

It would start an argument about not letting me leave the room this late at night. I didn’t want that. I wanted all of my mate and nothing else. I wanted him constantly and deeply and wholly.

I moved over in bed, his erection coming out of me, and the moment I did so, he jolted awake, pinning my back in bed. I purred in delight, seeing him straddle my waist and dig himself back into my pussy that was already drenched between the both of us.

His movements where rigid but natural. He yanked my leg up on his chest, my ankle resting casually on his shoulder while he drove straight into rhythmic mayhem. I screamed out, seeing spots and stars as he latched onto my hips, drilling into me as hard as possible.

I tried to move his hands a little but he slapped my wrist away, something that wouldn’t even leave a mark on me before but suddenly I felt my bones shifting. I hissed a breath and pulled my hand to my chest, seeing my mate stall.

He looked over me in horror, yanking himself free as he backed up nearly across the entire room. My breath hitched and I looked down, seeing bruises begin to taint my body wherever he had grabbed at me just now.

I collapsed onto my side, my wrist broken for sure and paining me to the point of tears. I wanted to hold them back but I couldn’t anymore. Using my good hand, I felt down my sides, feeling the marks he made on my hips just from his grip strength.

He snarled at himself, threatening to turn into his Lycan form, but I was too busy trying to stay conscious that I couldn’t calm him down.

I failed myself, too, daring to drift into bleak darkness while everything in the world went still and silent.

“No! This is my fault!” Justin roared. I could hear him shift, his body ripping into his Lycan form at last. His steps pounded out of the room and I couldn’t stop him anymore.

A simple, intimate night turned horrible—as always.

Only tonight, my mate would have to calm himself down—I wasn’t going to be awake long enough to even try. He would punish himself first, and then go after our enemies in retribution of setting up this whole ordeal.

I knew my mate very, very well.

There was no helping him tonight.