My Laughable Fate

22. Savored

HERC POV

She must have broken my junk so badly I passed out. If every time I passed out, I ended up dreaming of having my Angel pressed up against a tree, with my hopefully still functional junk pressed up against her warm center, I’d knock myself out every day.

It feels so good! Must be a dream. “It’s reality. Focus!” Aries sounded beyond excited. He’d been just as shocked when she allowed us to hold her close as we slow danced. I pulled her out of the party and into the woods when I noticed the asshole Gamma watching us. And she let me.

All we’ve done so far is enjoyed the feel of our bodies pressed up against each other. Some grinding has occurred on both our parts. Right now, her toned thighs are clenching my outer thighs, holding me in place. “s**t…” She hissed when she rubbed herself just right.

My teeth were clenched as I held myself from ripping her dress off and nailing her to the tree. Literally. Big light brown orbs looked up at me with so much… lust? No… it’s more than that. Her breathing was coming out in panted breaths from her parted plump lips. Her chest rose and fell beautifully.

One of my hands had expertly cupped one of her cheeks long ago and, since it was still connected to my arm, I gave a squeeze. “Ummhhhh Ummphh.” Score. I was rewarded with a moan and a low groan rumbled in my chest. The sounds she made could make me c*m in my monkey suit. Julius’s monkey suit…

That thought, though not relevant to the situation, helped calm my boiling need. Blood flowed to my brain, and I was able to move the hand I had planted on the tree for support. It had been at her side, now I slowly slid it up her side and across her collarbone as she held her breath.

When my hand wrapped around her throat and gently squeezed, her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. The sight of her looking so… and then her intoxicating scent... “Mine.” The words left my lips in a growl, then my lips landed on hers.

There is no way this is a dream. I’d lose my s**t if I woke up, and I didn’t have the taste of her on my tongue and the feel of her body fused to mine. Tiny mewling sounds reverberated from her chest as I nibbled, sucked, licked, and savored her. Savored those petal soft, pink, and delectable lips.

I had tasted them before, but this was different. My desire and need for her have grown to the point that kissing her feels as necessary as breathing. “Mine.” Aries echoed. Confirming that we did need her like air. Probably more.

We were both moving our hips in small circles, clutching at each other. Leia was still holding back, not savoring along with me, but she wasn’t pushing me away. Something she was more than capable of. There was a slight stiffness in her body that screamed “maybe”, instead of “hell yes!”.

It was because of him that she was unsure. I should pull away and come back when she wasn’t at “maybe” anymore. “f**k him! Make her body scream hell yes!” Aries ordered. Like when in battle, I listened and slid my tongue into paradise.

That’s when I felt her body relax in my arms, so much so that I needed both hands on her cheeks to hold her up. My Angel's nails dug into my skin, and not only did I not mind the pain from the bite of her nails, but I also welcomed it. I wasn’t dreaming, the pleasure was just as real as the pain.

LEIA POV

Guilt… pleasure… confusion… those are some of the emotions coursing through me. Confusion is the biggest one by far. Because while I do feel a HUGE amount of guilt, I’m too lost in pleasure to even think about what’s his name. “Sian?” She’d been quiet since the slow dance, which is strange because she's present and not in distress.

Whatever soulmate magic tying Paul and I together isn’t working properly. It shouldn’t be this easy to walk away from my fated mate and his chosen at their engagement party. Sian should be fighting me to run back there, kill the shewolf and claim my mate.

Well… I didn’t really walk away so much as I was pulled away. Pulled away by the same hands that are currently on my rump, cupping and kneading them. I liked Herc’s hands, A LOT. They felt good, everywhere. That’s why I let them pull me away, I guess.

Right after Paul threw his hissy fit and stormed out, I let Herc drag me into the woods, far away from the nosy Gamma’s prying eyes. As soon as Herc knew we were alone, he pushed me up against a tree, and we’ve been dry humping ever since.

Just the feeling of his big strong body against mine had my kitty beyond wet. When he said THAT word… I nearly came. I had expected Sian to revolt, to finally react when he claimed us as his, but instead, she was enjoying the comfort of Herc’s arms and the thought of being his.

My hands moved up to grip his long hair, fingers intertwined in his dark locks. I was able to play, since there was no way his hands, which were acting like a very erotic lounger, would ever let me fall. He’d never failed me in the past and I doubted he ever would. The circumstances might be different, but it’s still Herc.

I was intertwined with my second in command, closer than I’ve ever been with anyone. Being nibbled, nipped and… enjoyed with such gusto. He didn’t slam his tongue down my throat and dominate me like I thought a man like him would after basically claiming me. It had been what I expected and not so secretly wanted.

Instead, he pressed soft kisses on my lips. Nipping, sucking and licking them. Savoring. The guilt was diminishing, especially as I pictured Natalia comforting Paul. An emotion I’m not too familiar with reared its ugly head, jealousy. A huge reminder of the Alpha in the room.

While I was enjoying myself, I truly couldn’t give myself to Herc right now. I was busy listing all the reasons why not when his tongue joined mine once more. My mind went blank for a moment before a fight for dominance started. No… I was fighting for dominance, and he was trying to get me to let go.

He held me firmly, reminding me that he had me. Even though his body was harder than mine, it felt warm and comforting. As if I was surrounded by muscle rap. All thoughts of why I shouldn’t left my head, and I was now at “why the hell not?”. As if he felt me give in, he broke the kiss.

We were both panting slightly, our breaths fanning each other’s faces. Before I could push away or say anything, he pressed his mouth to mine softly. “You taste like your scent. Peaches.” He murmured before biting my bottom lip. I gasped and a small moan escaped. What emotion am I on now?

My wolf wasn’t being helpful. We were back to tongue wrestling, and she was practically purring, like a damn cat! “Bliss.” Sian groaned. “What?” The f**k is she talking about. “Current emotion is bliss.” She deadpanned and went back to being a voyeur.

While I’m enjoying my current predicament, I can’t help but wonder how I got into this position. The plan had been to show Paul and his daddy that they hadn’t shamed me. That I hadn’t done anything wrong and that even if I had, I didn’t answer to them.

Herc was there for moral support and because I knew it would piss off Paul. That’s all. How could I have known that having him by my side would affect me too? I’m capable of finding someone attractive and keeping my hands off them. There are A LOT of attractive wolves after all. This was different, so very different.

One of his hands came between us and made its way up my stomach until it reached my breasts and gently cupped it. Barely touching it. I wanted to move his hand higher and squeeze, but I wanted to see what do even more. It was a form of pleasure torture.

Sensing my frustration, he chuckled into my mouth. Before I could retaliate, he pressed his hips forward and a deliciously hard bulge gave me the friction I needed on my clit. “Herc!” My nails dug into the back of his neck, and I pressed my hard n*****s onto his chest. I needed more.

He pulled back a little but didn’t complain about the pain. “I’m in charge. Got it Angel?” His expression was serious, he was setting the tone. I had already let things go this far… is this what I wanted? “For now.” I answered quickly with a raised eyebrow.

I might not be sure pero un probadito no me va matar “a little taste won’t kill me”. I mean, he already had me straddling him. Our faces inches away from each other. I noticed his green eyes were darker than usual, his wolf close to the surface.

The hand on my breast squeezed, and his thumb flicked my n****e. “Always.” His deep, husky voice sent vibrations from where our stomachs connected down to my core. “f**k…” I hissed and ground myself onto him like a b***h in heat. I definitely wanted Herc in charge of me.

I wanted Herc to dominate me more than I'd ever wanted any wolf. Except maybe… “Don’t.” Sian hissed. She was right. No point in thinking about something that will never be. “Bad girl.” He growled and pinched my n****e. “Ohhh…” My head flew back as I came hard, and his lips latched onto my neck. I’m so screwed.