Interruptions

RHIANNON

I’m so hot. My hair is sticking to my face and neck. My sleep-addled brain is foggy. Where am I? I try to pull the strands of hair off of my slick forehead.

Oh my God! My arm won’t move! What’s happening to me? My eyes finally squint open, but the brightness in the room is blinding.

I blink and try to sit up. I can’t sit up. I can’t see, and I can’t move my arm. God, it’s so hot.

I peel my eyes open again, blinking against the sun. I try to pull my body up but I can’t move anything. Craning my neck down, I look at my body.

Isaac is lying with his head on my chest, his body twisted between my legs. One of his arms is spread out over the bed, pinning my arm down.

Everything makes sense now. I use my free hand to brush the hair away from my face. It’s going to take some time to get used to being smothered in my sleep.

“What are you doing, little mate?” His raspy morning voice makes me freeze. How did I get a mate that is so attractive all the time?

I run my fingers through his hair and he groans, “That feels good.”

“Are you okay?” I ask quietly. I can still feel his tension. I don’t know how to help, I feel like a bad mate.

“Stop that,” he growls. “Just this, this is all you have to do. Be near me, touch me. It’s the only thing that helps.” He snuggles his face down into my neck, his warm breath making my mark tingle.

I’m still getting used to this emotional connection.

I trail my hands down from his thick hair to his neck, then down his back, letting my fingernails lightly scrape against his skin.

“Annie…” His voice is deep with warning, but I know what I’m doing, what I want.

He shifts above me and pulls himself up so that our mouths connect. I bite down on his bottom lip before pulling it into my mouth, lightly sucking it.

The groan that leaves his mouth has wetness pooling at the apex of my thighs.

I can’t believe this man is mine.

Mine to love.

Mine to touch.

Mine to pleasure.

My lonely life feels so far away. I never believed I would find someone who ignites my blood in my veins. He makes me feel powerful, desirable, wanted.

“Isaac,” I try to speak, but only a whisper comes out, “I love you.”

He snaps his eyes to mine and his lips turn up into a smile.

“I love you, little mate,” he connects our lips hungrily.

I can feel…relief, mixed with his joy.

“Did I say it before?”

He pulls back slightly and nods.

“Were you afraid I wouldn’t say it again?”

He won’t meet my eyes, but he nods again.

Wolves are really just big softies! I hope he will be more at ease now. He’s been through a lot. I can’t imagine how much he feels through our bond.

I can’t mark him, and I feel an indescribable need to be close to him. He must feel that multiplied exponentially.

“I love you, Alpha,” I whisper against his ear. I’ll say it as many times as he needs to hear it.

He growls and runs his hand up my leg. I’m not strong enough to flip him over in bed, so I have to ask.

“Lay on your back.” My voice sounds husky and slightly nervous. I hope I do this right.

He looks surprised, but he obliges me, rolling himself onto his back next to me.

I take a moment to look down over his body, his toned muscles and tan skin, every dip and curve and ridge.

My eyes wander down his broad chest, over his hard stomach, and to the deep cut V that works as an arrow, directing my attention between his legs.

I move to straddle his hips, letting my body rub against his.

I lean forward and place my hands on his chest, then kiss his shoulder, moving across his neck, stopping at the tender dip in his flesh where his mark should be.

I place a wet kiss there, and he moans, which makes me even more determined.

“I wish I could mark you,” I nip at his skin, and he tenses.

I feel him between my legs, thick and frustrated. He moves his hip up, looking for friction.

I can’t decide if I should give in now or prolong the teasing torture a little bit longer. Torturing him is also torturing myself.

“Patience,” I whisper against his mouth.

“I’m not very patient, baby.” He flexes his hips again, rolling his length against my soaked panties.

“Isaac,” I whine, “I’m trying to do this. I want to make you feel good.”

“Sorry, I’ll stop. Go ahead.”

I run my hands down his chest, feeling every inch of the silky skin over hard muscle. When I get to the band on his underwear, I let my fingers slip underneath.

I pull at the band, forcing his underwear down. He lifts his hips enough to allow me to pull them down.

The sight of him, thick and throbbing, waiting for me, it makes me ache.

I rub my fingers over him, and he bucks his hips forward.

A loud knock on the door startles us both.

“Jacko, the witch is here,” Alpha Hunter yells through the door.

Isaac pulls his lips into a thin line, and his brows furrow.

“Fucking perfect,” he growls angrily as he rolls slightly, placing me on the bed next to him.

“We’ll be right down,” his angry, hoarse voice barks at the door.

“Hurry, all hell is breaking loose,” Hunter says before retreating down the hall.

He turns back to me and pulls me close, his lips grazing my ear. “We’re continuing this later, little mate. At the first opportunity, I’m fucking you wherever I can.”