Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

1 month later

I wake to knocking on my bedroom door. I roll over and shout, “yes?”

“You need anything from the grocery store? Any lady products, or something?” My dad asks without coming in, I’m guessing to save us both the embarrassment of the last question.

“No. Thanks though,” my answer comes quickly and with my eyes still closed.

“Alright,” he does a light tap against the doorframe. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

His footsteps fade away, and then I hear the front door open and close. The house is virtually silent after that. My heart pounds as all the possibilities rush through my mind. My dad only goes to Costco when he does the shopping so he can bulk up on meat to put in our deep freezer, so the minimum amount of time he’ll be gone is 2 hours. All I need is 45 minutes to see if Riak tastes as good as she smells.

I wait in my bed for almost 20 minutes for Riak to come climbing through my window. When she doesn’t I get up to check. Up to this point I’ve never had to get in touch with Riak; she just appeared. I have obviously taken that for granted because it is just now sinking in that I have no way of actually contacting her outside of “needing her”, which seems to have a limit on how far that signal reaches, not to mention is highly ambiguous. Does the need have to be sexual? Or would she know I needed her if I was in danger? Would she come running to my rescue if I needed a jar opened?

Whatever the case, at this rate there would be no afternoon delight because from what I can see out my window our backyard is empty of werewolves.

I let my blinds fall back into place and go to change my clothes. Maybe she was off taking care of some wolfy business. She made it like the only reason she was here was to find her human mate and learn about some human things, but that doesn’t necessarily mean there was nothing else she had to do while here. Hell, maybe she was washing her black shirts and shorts at the Laundr-o-mat. I don’t want to dwell on Riak and the reason why she wasn’t reminding me what it felt like to have her inside of me. I make a conscious effort to get ready for the day and focus on something else.

After brushing my teeth and my hair, I go back to my room and get settled in front of my tv, controller in hand. No work today and no plans other than ignoring all my financial responsibilities; I can feel myself settling into what it was like before a werewolf tackled me in a park. I’m probably 30 minutes into some mindless shooter when my phone goes off with a text. I left my phone on my bedside table where I plug it up before bed, so I pause the game to grab it.

The text is from Jane: “Can we talk?” A bolt of anxiety shoots through me and I take a second to breathe past it. The last time I - think - I saw her was when Riak and I were fogging up the windows of my car, so my mind goes wild with what she could want to talk about. If it has to do with us and the FWB thing then I definitely don’t know what to say to that. It feels like it was years ago when the idea of being friends with benefits was a possibility, and now I’m not sure if doing that would make any sense, much less be fair to either Riak or Jane. I know Riak and I talked about not being exclusive when I ultimately agreed to the mating thing, but it just feels wrong to start anything with Jane knowing I would be leaving for the next year, not to mention having any sexual relationship with Jane when I’m supposed to be Riak’s mate feels a lot more grody than I initially thought it would. If she wants to talk about what she - might have - seen the other night, then that’ll be more mortifying than anything else. I cannot imagine why she would want to have a full on conversation about that and make us both suffer, but Jane has surprised me before.

Not knowing what to say, but not wanting to be that person and ghost her, I respond with a simple “Okay”, before closing out of that text thread to hit up Nina. “Jane just texted me and asked if we can talk”.

Nina has never been one to leave me on R for long. “No kidding? What did you say?”

“‘Okay’ because I didn’t know how else to respond. Did I tell you that she might have seen me and Riak almost having sex in my car?” We’ve hung out a few times with and without Riak since we went shopping, but for whatever reason what happened that night has never come up. I just spilled some major tea, so it’s no surprise when my best friend’s response is to call me immediately rather than keep texting.

I answer on the first ring.

“No, fucking, kidding! You and Riak almost had sex and you didn’t bother telling me until now? In your car? What? How was it? How did you guys even manage that in that tiny sedan with you both being like six foot?” The questions come back-to-back and I let her exhaust them before answering.

“I’m only five-eight, but it was tight,” I swallow to moisten my suddenly dry throat as I recall just how good it was. “It was hot.”

“I bet,” Nina breathes in agreement. “Speaking of, what did you mean when you said Jane saw you guys?”

“Riak literally had her hand down my pants when it happened, so I’m not 100% sure, but it looked like Jane. She knocked on the driver side window to get my attention and I made eye contact before she just disappearedt.” When I first became sexually active I was uncomfortable with talking to Nina about it. I thought she would be as disgusted at the thought of me being intimate as I was about her, but I had no one else to gush to about my first time, or ask questions, so eventually I got past my hesitance enough to share and Nina then made it clear she wanted to know all the gory details.

“That’s insane. It almost sounds like a porno except she would have joined in,” Nina laughs. “Was that the only time?”

Clearly she’s stuck on the me having sex thing, which makes sense in that of course she would be, plus Riak is my first lay since Jane and that has to be a milestone in Nina’s book. “We went all the way last night. She had me stay quiet since my dad was home.”

“Kinky,” she teases.

“You have no idea,” I blurt without thinking. My face burns.

“Okay then, Sarah. Get yours, girl. Maybe she’ll be the one who’ll fulfill all your fantasies. All the spanking, and restraining, and pain. If so, then maybe you guys are meant to be.” Nina says nonchalantly. Her words make me freeze.

That’s a heavy thought. Is that what I want? The answer is yes if we’re talking finally having all of my desires met in a way that I could only imagine. But what gives me pause is that Riak would be who gave it to me. The only person (wolf) I would be able to rely on for that kind of intimacy, and I know one taste is all I’ll need to be addicted.

Aren’t I already addicted? I ask myself. It’s a valid question. I can only sleep without combusting if she’s close by, I get lost in her eyes whenever our gazes lock, and besides Nina she’s the only other one I can spend all day with and not want to make an escape. Part of these things have to do with the mate bond, but that doesn’t change how I feel. It’s not what I want though. I’m not interested in being tied down to someone and losing my sense of self. I’m not cut out to be that one person to someone, or the responsibility that comes with that. I can barely take care of myself, much less someone else, and if that also comes with a dependence on them… I can feel my chest clench in panic.

“You still there, sis?” Nina asks. She sounds far away.

I suck in a deep breath through my nose and slowly let it out. “I -”

I jump and spin around as my window slides open and Riak tumbles in. There are sticks in her hair. Her shirt has a tear in it that starts at her left shoulder and ends mid back, but there’s no blood that I can see as she shuts the window. When she turns around I notice the smudge of dirt on her cheek, and there’s a look in her eyes that can only be described as wild.

She begins to stalk toward me.

“I gotta go,” I croak to Nina.

Without losing stride, Riak reaches over her head and pulls her shirt off in one fluid motion. I wanna say that I took in every inch of her newly exposed flesh, but my eyes immediately, shamelessly, zero in on her breasts. She has proud boobs that look like they would fit just so in the palm of my hand. Her areolas and nipples are a dark brown that make me hungry in a way not eating breakfast never could. The swiggle of fear that set off a moment ago fizzles away as a fierce desire grabs hold and warms me to my core. Riak comes to a stop in front of me and huffs out a breath from her nose.

“Sarah,” she grinds out. Then nothing else.

I drag my gaze from her chest to her face.

“Yes?” I almost whimper because her pupils are blown and her nostrils are flared. This is a new look for her.

Instead of replying Riak grabs my wrist and presses my hand against her stomach. I don’t think I’ve ever seen abs so cut in real life. And now my hand is caressing every indention. She doesn’t stop there. My hand goes across each set of her six pack covered in a dusting of dark brown hair, and continues down past the waistband of her shorts. Her hair down there is coarse. Riak lets go of my wrist and grabs the back of my neck as I keep exploring on my own. I don’t have to go far for things to get slick. When I part her lips with two fingers and dive a little deeper, I’m not prepared for the heat. It’s like dipping my fingers into a freshly baked pie (no pun intended), and I find myself groaning along with her in equal parts pain and pleasure. Riak presses our foreheads together and begins to roll her hips at a pace that starts off frantic and only becomes more so. I don’t bother trying to keep up; I let her use my hand like her own personal toy.

I apply more pressure to her clit to see her reaction. She lets out a choked growl, hips stuttering, before claiming my lips in a searing kiss. I'm still holding my phone, so I let it fall to the ground without a second thought and reach out to palm Riak's breast. It's full and soft, I give it a squeeze and can feel the vibration of her growl through my hold. Cupping the side of it, I use my thumb to make a circular motion on her nipple. The bud is hard. I have a sudden need to bite it. I'm enjoying my tongue in her mouth too much to change up, so I settle for pinching her nipple between my pointer and thumb.

That's all it takes. Riak tears her mouth from mine, throwing her head back. She gives three sharp thrusts, and I can feel the rush of molten liquid as it flows from her body and coats my hand. The picture she presents with her head thrown back, tendons in her neck on full display, and body coated in sweat - I've never been more attracted to someone in my life.

Her hips twitch every few seconds as the aftershocks roll through her. I keep my hand in place until they stop.

"Wow," is all I can say. I leave a trail of her cum on her stomach when I pull my hand free. I use her shorts to clean the rest off.

Riak's hand flexes on the back of my neck and she brings her head back down. We stare at each other for several seconds. A smile slowly begins to bloom on Riak's face, which in turn makes me smile. "What?"

Riak shakes her head, and bends toward me to nuzzle my cheek and throat. She brushes her nose against my ear and whispers, "I think I'm in heat."

I can feel myself frowning. "What does that mean?"

"It means, I need you to eat me out," she says with all seriousness. She slides both hands into the back of my pants and squeezes my ass possessively.

"Right now?" I ask, parts of me clenching hard at the thought. There's still like an hour left before my dad gets home.

Riak hums her affirmation, grazing her teeth across my throat. I moan.

"Okay," without further ado, I drop to my knees, Riak's hands going from my butt to my head. I grab the band of her shorts and start working them down over her hips. I can smell her, evergreens and musk, and my mouth starts to water.

There's a knock at my door. All I have time to do is look over before it swings open.

"Can you help me with the groceries?" My dad doesn't look up until he's done asking his question. I'm frozen in place as he takes in the shirtless werewolf in the middle of my room with her shorts half way down her ass, and me on my knees helping those shorts off. He turns a shade of red I've never seen before, and I can see his Adam's apple bob. "Okay…"

He kinda drifts out the room after that. Shutting the door firmly behind him.

"Oh my gosh. Oh fuck," I breathe as my entire being burns for a totally different reason than a minute ago. There are no words for the level of embarrassment I am feeling at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Sarah. I didn't sense him coming home. I'm pretty useless right now." Riak admits. She reaches between her legs and cups herself.

I scramble to my feet. "What am I supposed to do now?"

"He needs help with the groceries," Riak says simply. It's not that simple; I can't face him after that. "I could come with you."

I'm shaking my head, but stop. It would be nice to have someone else there for moral support. Riak obviously isn't even the slightest bit disturbed by what just occurred, and would be a great buffer under the circumstances. Not to mention, now that the cat is out of the bag I should probably tell my dad about my upcoming hiatus to the woods. #Packlife.

"Yeah. Okay. Put on a shirt -" then I remember what I used her shorts for. "Actually, just change completely."