Second Base…or Was It Third?

RHIANNON

When we enter the dining room, most people are already there, standing around, talking.

Hunter, Ilana, Lily, and Jason are standing near the table I usually eat at with Lily and her family.

As we approach, they all stop talking in that uncomfortable way that lets you know they were talking about you.

Isaac brushes his hand underneath my hair, resting it on the back of my neck. The action feels possessive and it sends tingles shooting down my spine.

“Jason, Lily, this is Alpha Isaac. Isaac, this is Jason and Lily Mets,” Hunter introduces everyone. “I’m going to make a quick introduction before we eat.” He lifts his chin toward the room.

“Yeah, cool,” Isaac says with disinterest. When I look up at him, he’s staring down at me. I blush and look at the floor.

“You’ll be sitting at our table,” Ilana tells him sweetly.

“With Annie?” he asks quickly.

“Of course,” she smiles.

Hunter runs his hand over his mouth in a poor attempt to hide his smile. Isaac looks unamused.

“I just checked the cheesecakes. They look amazing!” Lily excitedly grabs my arm.

“You made cheesecake?” Isaac turns to me. His thumb is running circles on my neck.

I’m afraid to open my mouth—a moan might slip out. He’s rubbing my neck. How does this feel so good?

I nod, biting my cheek to keep myself quiet. I think he knows what he’s doing to me because he smirks at me and rubs bigger circles.

I shift on my feet.

As we all stand at our seats, Hunter addresses the crowd.

“As I mentioned earlier in the week, my friend, Alpha Isaac, is here.” Isaac nods to the crowd. “Please be hospitable to our guest. His stay will be brief, but let’s make him feel welcome.”

Hunter sits and we all sit after him.

Hunter passes Isaac one set of serveware. Isaac takes the tongs and begins placing smoked meat on my plate.

He then dishes out mashed potatoes and gravy as well as macaroni and cheese. He then does the same for his own plate.

When I look up, everyone at the table is staring at us. Ilana elbows Hunter in the ribs and he quickly pours some iced tea into her glass while the beta and his mate try not to laugh.

Wanting to show my gratitude, I butter a biscuit and place it on Isaac’s plate.

He startles me by pulling my chair closer to his.

“Thank you, little mate,” he says into my ear before kissing my cheek.

Ilana flicks Hunter on the arm.

“Look, man. You’re getting me in trouble over here. Could you do less, please?”

I laugh along with Ilana and the beta’s mate, Kim.

Isaac groans quietly and leans over, rubbing his hand over my upper thigh. “You have the sexiest fucking laugh I’ve ever heard.”

My mouth goes completely dry and my breath hitches in my throat. It’s going to be a long night.

When everyone is stuffed, the desserts are brought out. When a cheesecake is placed on our table, I swell with pride. I glance over at Lily, who sees me and gives me two excited thumbs up.

“This looks delicious, Annie!” Ilana squeals, rubbing her belly.

“Thank you. I hope it tastes good.” What I really mean is “I hope Isaac likes it.”

He quickly takes a bite and smiles down at me. “It’s perfect, Annie.”

I take a small bite, focusing on my plate. Watching Isaac eat feels like a strange new torture. His sharp jaw, his soft, pillowy lips, his perfect white teeth, his tongue…

I need some water.

As everyone gets up to leave, Hunter invites us to join them at the fire pits outside.

Isaac looks to me for a response.

“That sounds nice. Let me just go grab a jacket. I’ll be right there!”

I turn on my heels and walk out of the dining room as fast as I can without actually running.

I hear Isaac walking behind me. My heart pounds in my chest. I was hoping for a few minutes away from him; I need time to collect myself. He’s affecting me in ways that don’t make sense.

I step into the stairwell and stop walking. It takes him only a second to enter after me.

I take three steps up and turn around. We’re almost the same height now.

He stares at me for a moment. I can see his chest rising and falling at a faster pace. Knowing that I have an effect on him makes me feel powerful.

His hands clench and release by his sides. I can see that he’s trying to control himself. I bite my bottom lip and he loses it.

He pulls me up against him, hard. He groans and grinds himself against me. Unlike earlier, the action spurs me on.

I lick his bottom lip, asking for permission, which he quickly gives. He starts jogging up the stairs. He holds me in one arm as he rips the stairwell door open.

We stumble down the hallway, lost in each other. When we stop for air, we realize we’ve overshot our rooms.

Once we’ve backtracked to the correct rooms, he places me on the ground in front of my door.

I know I should just go in and get my jacket, but I feel like there’s molten lava in my stomach. The desire for him, his hands, his lips, his body is eating me alive.

“Is this normal?” My voice comes out breathy and hoarse.

“What?” He takes a step forward.

“Is it normal to feel like this? For mates. Is it normal to feel so…” I can’t think of a word so I shake my hands around to try to show how jumbled I feel.

“Yes,” he takes another step toward me, “it’s normal to desire your mate instantly. It’s normal to fantasize about them, about the things you want to do to them. The things they can do to you.

“It’s normal for your body to react to them, to crave them.” His voice is low and rumbling. He takes one final step toward me and his feet are touching mine.

I reach behind me and open my door with one hand while grabbing him with the other. Stepping back into the room, I pull him in with me.

“Fire pits aren’t that great anyway,” he mumbles against my lips.

As soon as the door is closed, he’s pulling at my shirt, tugging it over my head and tossing it. I lift his up and he yanks it off, too. I kick off my shoes and sink down a few more inches.

“You’re so tiny.” He looks mesmerized.

He pulls me into his arms again, my legs wrapping around his waist. Our skin touching sends chills down my spine.

He unclasps my bra and slides it down my arms. I feel his fingers brush against the scar on my shoulder blade.

For a moment I feel a strange relief—for the first time in months I feel no pain there, no dull ache. I’m completely lost for a moment. I don’t know how to process this feeling.

“Shit,” he growls. “I’m in so much trouble.”

He lays us down so that I’m caged beneath him on the bed. He kisses me everywhere. I giggle when he kisses my eyelids.

He sits back and unbuttons my trousers, sliding them down my legs. Holding my foot in his hand he begins to kiss his way up my leg.

When he gets to my center, he rubs his finger over my panties. My core pulsates.

Looking into my eyes, he hooks his fingers into the sides of the fabric and pulls it down my legs.

He palms his prominent bulge through his pants. He looks down at my naked core and presses down on himself harder.

I sit up on one elbow and reach for the button on his jeans then freeze. It hits me like a ton of bricks. What am I doing?

“What’s wrong?” he asks, concern clear on his face.

I falter. I’m not sure how to say this.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever done this before, and if I have, I don’t remember it,” I whisper, horrified.

I can’t believe I was so eager to jump right into bed, completely forgetting that I have no idea if I’m a virgin. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, don’t apologize. Even if you aren’t physically a virgin, mentally you are. I shouldn’t have let this go this far.

“This isn’t how I want to do this. You’re my mate, I want our first time to be more than a rushed, hormonal thing.”

I feel my cheeks heat. “I feel so strange, so out of control. I can’t believe…” I whisper.

“It’s the bond. It’s not usually an issue for wolves, but since you’re human, it feels unnatural. I should have had more self-control. You need to be sure before we even consider sex.”

He goes quiet for a moment, staring down at me. His bulge is still pressed up against his jeans.

“Can we still...can you still touch me?” I blush. “I’m not ready for sex tonight, but that doesn’t mean—”

“Can I taste you?” he asks before I can even finish speaking, never looking away from my naked body.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He wastes no time. He grabs my legs and pulls them up over his shoulders. The moment his tongue touches me, I buck my hips forward.

He’s thoroughly licking and sucking everywhere. I reach down and run my hand through his hair.

His eyes are changing back and forth between black and golden honey. His wolf is trying to take control.

When he growls against my slick heat, I can’t take it anymore. My legs start to shake and stiffen. I scream his name into the air as I’m hit with a violent wave of pleasure.

Arching my back off the bed, I reach my peak. He searches for every last drop.

He pulls himself up partially; his head is down and he’s breathing erratically. He jumps up from the bed and takes a few quick steps toward the door.

“Isaac?”

He groans as if he was in pain.

“Don’t say my name right now, baby, please.”

When he turns around, his eyes are still flickering and his canines have released.

“I’m having a hard time, Annie. You aren’t ready and I heard you. I meant what I said, too, about our first time being special.

“But I want you so bad, if you blew on my dick right now, I would fucking explode.”

“Can I...help you? Do something for you?”

He growls again. “So fucking sweet. What the fuck did I do to deserve you?”

His bulge looks like it’s about to rip through his jeans. I want to see it. I want to touch it. I want to make him feel good.

One day at the library, I was curious so I snuck off to the books about human anatomy. The male penis is hardly a thing of beauty but I just know he is.

Everything about him is beautiful, his dick will be no exception.

I sit on the edge of the bed, watching him fight to keep control. I don’t want to push him, but just because I’m not ready for sex doesn’t mean I don’t want to try other things.

“Can I touch you?”

He sucks in a sharp breath and rips open the button on his jeans, sighing when the action creates a fraction more space.

“What if I touch myself and you watch? I don’t think I could stop my wolf from trying to mark you if you touch me, Annie.”

“Okay.”

He pulls his jeans and boxers down his legs. He springs free before me. I gasp, taken aback by the sheer size of him.

He laughs and gives me a cocky grin.

I thought he said mates were made for each other. There is no way that was made for me! I can’t even begin to imagine being impaled on that thing.

He takes himself into his large hand. Quickly moving his hand up and down over his long shaft. I watch him, captivated. He’s already leaking beads of precum.

He looks at my body as he begins to jerk his hand faster and faster. The look of euphoria on his face is almost more than I can bear.

His hand slides up and down, the muscles of his arm strained by his vigorous movements.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Can I cum on you, baby?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He groans deep in his chest. His stroke falters. “Roll over on your stomach.”

I quickly oblige and he grits out a string of profanities just before I feel his warmth landing on my skin.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, panting. “Are you sure that wasn’t too much? You’re okay?”

“It wasn’t too much.” I smile at him, feeling shy about everything that just happened, but oddly, not embarrassed.

He reaches over and kneads my ass with his hands before getting up and walking into the bathroom. A moment later, he reappears with a washcloth.

After carefully wiping himself off of me, he runs his hand through his hair in frustration. His length is still standing at attention. The muscles in his stomach and chest flex beneath his skin.

“Isaac, are you all right?”

He gives me a small, crooked smile before lying next to me in the bed. I watch his member fall down across his stomach, making me ache for him again.

“I’ll be fine, baby. I’m going to have to get used to being rock-hard all the time. I can’t control it around you.”

Little does he know I’m having the same problem. Controlling myself around him is going to be difficult.

He pulls me toward him so I can rest my head on his chest.

“Get some rest, little mate, we leave early tomorrow.”

~Little mate.~ I tuck my head down and smile to myself at the nickname.