Chapter 9-touch me……

Marilyn's POV

The early morning sun pierced through the heavy floor-to-ceiling windows, casting slanted rays of warm, golden light that enveloped the living room. The vibrant light radiated an undeniable heat, embracing every inch of the room.

In a hazy state, I sensed a presence beside me, as if a smoldering fire burned intensely, causing me to wake up in a semi-conscious state, my body covered in a thin layer of perspiration.

Still groggy, my mind not fully awake, I reached out my hand instinctively, searching for the air conditioning remote. However, as I shifted, an uneasy feeling washed over me. I realized there was someone next to me.

In an instant, my mind snapped into focus. I opened my eyes wide and beheld myself clutching Lynn's waist, clinging to him like a koala. Lynn sat against the headboard, his hands spread out away from my body, unable to move, appearing somewhat vulnerable.

His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, as if he were fast asleep. But his neck displayed a rosy flush, and his breathing seemed slightly labored, with a sheen of perspiration covering his body, indicating a restless sleep.

The powerful scent of an Alpha wolf permeated the room, and the bulge between Lynn's legs had become noticeably prominent, even through the covers.

I stared at him, my thoughts momentarily frozen. Gradually, I mustered the strength to sit upright, contemplating whether to leave discreetly or awaken him. After a brief moment of consideration, I decided on the latter.

"Lynn," I called out.

He stirred slightly upon hearing my voice, his eyelids fluttering as if they were glued shut. Opening his eyes was a slow and deliberate process, indicating he was still not fully awake.

Lynn's unfocused gaze locked onto my face, transitioning from drowsiness to alertness. I noticed a momentary hesitation and a quick shift back, his lips moving as he called out, "Sister..."

A cloudy mist seemed to veil his dark eyes, his cheeks flushed, and his clothes damp with perspiration, clearly enduring the torment of another round of the wolf's desires.

I didn't waste time with pointless questions like, "How did I end up in your bed?" Nor did I offer any unnecessary apologies. Instead, I preemptively spoke, "Didn't you lock the door last night?"

Upon hearing my question, Lynn appeared visibly uncertain, unsure of where to place his hands. He even inexplicably felt a sense of guilt, as if he had intentionally neglected to lock the door, resulting in the current situation.

He stammered in his explanation, "I... I forgot..."

I nodded and responded with a nonchalant "Hmm."

The accidental act of sharing a bed seemed inconsequential to me, perhaps due to my composed facade as an older individual, but Lynn couldn't discern that.

"...Remember to lock the door next time," I stated, lifting the covers and preparing to get out of bed and leave.

But as my foot was about to touch the ground, Lynn grasped my arm firmly. It seemed like an instinctive reaction, and I turned my head in surprise to look at him. He wore a dazed expression, as if he hadn't expected himself to act that way.

After a moment, Lynn snapped out of his reverie but didn't release his grip. Instead, he held onto me even tighter. The restless wolves that had been running wild seemed to have found their target, and my gloria responded to his call. They playfully frolicked together.

He lifted his gaze, his eyes fixed on me, his grip unwavering. His dark eyes glistened with sweat, and his long, black eyelashes trembled ever so slightly in the ambient light. The air around us thickened, charged with an intense heat, and his longing was palpable. It was impossible for me to ignore.

I gently tried to withdraw my arm, sensing his reluctance to let go, but eventually, I gave up.

Looking at Lynn, I saw the image of the young man in front of me merge with the memories of the little boy from years ago. Suppressing the welling affection in my heart, I spoke, "What's the matter?"

Lynn's lips twitched, and after a moment, he tightly pressed them together. As a teenager who hadn't experienced the presence of a wolf for eighteen years, the sudden emergence of one upon his return home spoke volumes. It was clear to me what Lynn's intentions were as an Omega towards me, an undeniable fact that seemed more evident than the bewildered expression on his face.

I gazed at him and reached out to touch his forehead. However, as soon as my hand made contact, his eyes turned watery. His body temperature wasn't excessively high, but it was clear that he couldn't continue like this for long.

Just as I was about to speak, Lynn suddenly called out to me. "Sis..." He seemed to struggle with his next words, lowering his eyelids and then raising them again to meet my gaze. "Can you... touch me?"

Beads of hot sweat rolled down his sharp, dark eyebrows, and despite his slightly stiff tone, his voice carried a softness that revealed his difficulty in asking for help. His appearance had changed significantly. While he had been undeniably cute back then, he now possessed a serious countenance that could easily intimidate others.

Regardless of the past or the present, whenever I faced Lynn, I could sense his inherent obedience.

I understood what he was asking for, and after observing him for a while, I fulfilled his request by gently caressing his handsome face. My slender fingers traced along his strong brow bone, glided over his jawline, and finally touched the damp side of his neck.

A low, throaty sound escaped from Lynn as he struggled to contain himself. He lifted his head, his prominent Adam's apple moving heavily under my gaze, and slowly returned to its original position.

My fingertips rested on the Lynn's long, lean collarbone, and I withdrew my hand slightly, but Lynn subconsciously pressed up after me. So I put my hand back again and asked him, "Do you want to continue?"

The Lynn blinked, his deep dark eyes fell on me, blushed and slowly nodded his head, and gave an inaudible "mmm".

He was as green as a sheet of paper in sexual matters, not even knowing how to beg at a time like this, and I wasn't sure if Lynn wanted mere reassurance or sexually suggestive soothing.

I did not touch lynn's collarbone down, but only ran my hand back and forth between his cheek and the back of his neck.

The palm of my hand was wet with sweat from his body, and my slender fingers were inserted into the Lynn's hair from the side of his ear, and he lowered his head and unconsciously rubbed against my palm. I felt like I was stroking a large dog that had been soaked through with rain.

The thing underneath was so hard and swollen that he didn't care, but instead he fully craved my gentle touch, arching his back and slowly moving closer and closer, his tall, thin body was about to be pressed against mine.

　　The Lynn's body heat gradually rose, and the smell of the room almost drowned me. It was clear that he was touching him as much as he wanted to, but lynn looked more and more painful.

　　Fingers accidentally brushed against his heated body, lynn body shivered, beads of sweat dripped down his forehead hair, he opened his lips, whispered a prayer, "sis ... Hard to ..."

I looked at him, as if I suddenly understood why my mother let other men do not want more than a decade ago, and a poor and empty skin Fredy married.