Chapter 101
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I’m a lucky female
101: 101.
I’m a lucky female Aria
I held up my hands, letting Barric remove my shirt, followed by my jeans.
I frown at the stiff cakey feeling of the garment peeling away from my skin.
The adrenaline of the battle had finally worn off, and now I felt like a sack emptied of its contents.
Hollow.
Deflated.
Cavernous.
The image of my mother plunging the ice blade into her chest replays in my mind.
The way she looked at me.
The sickening bubble of blood that spilled from her lips.
The crumble of her body.
It all danced around in my mind, mixing with every screaming match, every slammed door, every vicious word that we’d ever spoken to each other.
Barric’s calloused hand presses against my back, and I’m brought back to the present.
“Hey,” he says, his tone commanding, “I don’t want you to think of anything.”
“You’re asking for a lot,” I reply as he guides me into the water.
I groan as the delicious heat both soothes and stings my sore, pulsing body.
The water laps at the swell of my breast, and I turn to face Barric.
He’s standing at the edge of the pool, hands on the button of his pants.
“Should I give you some incentive for your presence?”
My wolf purrs, fully on board with his plans.
“Please do.”
I fix my eyes on his fingers as the strong, long digits unclasp the button and yank his pants down his thick thigh.
His cock springs out, full and ready, the tip glistening with precum.
Heat spreads in my core, chasing away the pain and sorrow with the instinctual need for closeness, touch only my mates could give.
I let the need take precedence in my body, my mind.
Leisurely, I pursue Barric’s breathtaking body.
The firm lines, the dips and ridges of his abs, the veins of his forearms that mirrored the prominent veins of the appendage reaching towards me.
I let out a growl of appreciation.
My mate’s hard erection had to be the eighth wonder of the world.
The other nine through eleven sat firmly between the thighs of my other mates.
Gods, I’m a lucky female.
Sometimes I needed to stop and remember that.
He prowls into the water, and my body heats, like he flipped a switch inside me just from his intention.
“Turn around,” he says.
I comply.
His hands brush against my skin, and the minty smell of soap hits my nose.
I groan as he washes my skin with patient, efficient hands.
He takes his time smoothing over my legs, my ass, my stomach, and when he reaches my breast, he takes extra time without ever touching me the way I need.
After a thorough washing, I’m so keyed up that my breath is coming out in short pants.
“I’ve been patient,” I whine.
“Now touch me.”
“Have you?” Barric says, in no rush.
His hand moves between my legs, ghosting over my slit.
A shiver runs down my spine and pushes my hips forward, seeking out what my body keenly wants.
“How do you want it, baby? Fast and deep or hard and slow,” he growls in my ear.
I bite my lip.
Decisions.
Decisions.
He dips a teasing finger inside my core and then pulls out.
“Fuck,” I bite out.
He bends me over the edge of the bathing pool.
“If you don’t make a choice, I’ll make it for you.”
His large hand palms one of my ass cheeks, and I feel my pussy clench in anticipation.
The sharp sting of a slap follows, sending a wave of pleasure through me.
“Okay.
Okay.
Fast and deep.”
“You sure?” he questions.
“I swear to fuck if you don’t —”
Barric slams his cock in me in one forceful thrust.
I cry out as he hammers into me with a rhythm that makes my breath stutter in my airway.
The pain from the stretch of his shaft pulls at the threat of ecstasy throughout my body.
Barric’s claws dig into my skin, marking me, claiming me in a way my body needs.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let your greedy little pussy squeeze me, try to hold me inside you where I belong.”
He picks up his pace, slamming harder, faster inside me.
Every stroke of his cock dissolved me into a bundle of nerves and babbled words.
Yes.
This is it.
What I need.
What I crave.
Time passes in a wave of bliss.
My body grows limp, soft and pliant as I let Barric use me in the best way.
His body jerks rapidly as he reaches his peak.
His hot seed jets inside me as it spills over my own cliff.
His body arches over mine, our breaths mingling in the afterglow of our union.
The bond pulses soothingly between us.
Then cold cuts across my back as Barric stands.
It’s a momentary cold, though, because in seconds he is pulling me out of the water, wrapping me in a towel, and carrying me to our room.
Pulling back the curtain and stepping in, my mate’s scents fill our space, laying over my skin like a warm blanket.
I burrow into our bed, letting my exhaustion keep the thoughts and dreams at bay.
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