Rosalina's Hope by D.D. Dass (free novel 24 .txt) 📕

Slowly, the rusty gears in my head shifted and suddenly, I remembered that I had three mating marks.

I shuddered. “Are you telling me that I “belong” to three men?” He nodded. I slumped against him, my mind going into overload.

Why me? Why now?

“W-Who?” I breathed in horror, conscious of the importance now. He winced and I jerked back, searching his face but finding nothing.

“I don’t know…” My face crumpled but I tried to quell the panic fluttering around in my belly.

“What happens now?” The shakiness in my voice scared me.

“I don’t know,” he repeated and ice began to freeze my blood.

“You…don’t…know,” I echoed slowly, anger rising inside me. “What the hell do you mean you don’t know! What am I supposed to do? I don’t – I can’t just belong to anyone Bastien! What am I going to do,” the last part was a sob as I ran a shaky hand through my hair, ripping strands out but feeling nothing.

When he said nothing, I continued. “What are my parents going to say when I come home with three men claiming to own me? Dear God, what am I going to say! And what if,” my head began to throb, “What if they find out that you –they’re…werewolves!”

I put my face in my hand.

Unexpectedly large hands gripped my arms before I could say anything I was being thrown over his shoulders as if I weighed nothing. Furious, I hit at his back, getting angrier when he gave no response.

“Let me go,” I wailed. He didn’t…of course not.  Within minutes we were stomping through the beautiful home that I paid no attention to and in a large dark bedroom. The peppermint scent reached me as I slumped a little, my body heating as I practically became intoxicated with it, breathing harshly.

He dumped me onto the soft bed where I bounded off, and ran for the door. I didn’t make it as his arms wrapped around my waist, black eyes blazing.

I was almost scared. Almost.

“Stay.” He sounded powerful when angry and I glared.

“Arrogant bastard! I’m not staying anywhere near you!” His eyebrows raised and I looked towards the door, belatedly realizing it was closed and locked. I looked back at his angry face, cocking an eyebrow.

Sebastien’s hold at my waist tightened so I was pressed up against him as he leaned down, making eye contact and growling. Really growling. It wasn’t a full animal sound but it was close and I wanted to cry out at the unfairness as I became aroused and wet for him.

“You. Are. Mine.” I opened my mouth to object but his lips caught mine in a forceful kiss. I responded with as much hostility, taking my anger out on him in some way. I was so tired of feeling vulnerable so I dug my finger into his shoulders, biting down on his lower lip.

“I hate you,” I muttered, kissing the corner of his mouth as I drank in the taste of him. He tasted like mine. He stiffened before softly invading my mouth again and this time I welcomed the sweetness of it, pouring my all into the slow kiss as my longing grew, tingles spreading throughout my body and hitting all the neediest of places.  I sighed into him, tangling my hands in his rough hair and losing myself— to the pleasure.

“Tell me you love me,” he demanded and I shook my head. I would not say it first.

A growl erupted from his chest as he yanked my hair softly, baring my throat to his kisses, and stopping at the spot where my neck became my shoulder, sucking at the sensitive skin. All thoughts abandoned I threw my head back, closing my eyes in surrender, my breasts pushed to attention, brushing his burning chest.

I bit back a moan; it was a totally new sensation so when he stopped I almost cried at the loss.  But before I could, his hands settled on my butt, lifting me up and leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. My already erratic breathing spiked as my hands touched his chest, feeling the pounding heartbeat and heat beneath his shirt. The beat was too fast and hard as his breathing, making me feel a little better about how much I reacted to him.

Sebastien walked us to the large bed again, settling his body on mine and capturing my earlobe between his sharp teeth as I squeaked. His hips were fixed between my thighs, I was so perfectly positioned if we’d been without clothes he would’ve been inside me and I was ready for him.  His erection burned against me and I wiggled closer, trying to settle my damp heat against him.

His husky laugh made it all the worse as his hands traveled down my legs, stopping at my calves and making his way back down again.

“I love your legs,” he said with a sigh but then he froze and I opened my eyes to get caught in his burning gaze, “I love you. All of you….You’re too perfect for me,” his words were fast and I grinned, vision hazy from tears as I grabbed the seam of his shirt and tugged it over his head.  Then before I could think about it, my hands were all over the hard plains of his smooth chest, and he shuddered, his eyes closing before he pressed his lips tenderly to mine. 

Urgency broke out as he pushed against me, mouth and hip and I arched a little, moaning. His hands moved and somehow my shirt was stripped of me as he pressed his lips against my belly, making his way slowly up.  His hand moved to cup my breast as he pulled me up with him, his hand unclasping my bra and sliding it down my arms until I was bare and he pulled back.

His eyes were heated as they fell to my breasts and I closed mine to keep from feeling self conscious, allowing the heat of him to envelope me.  My legs were still wrapped around his waist and I wiggled a little, sighing when he kissed my neck again. Then he dipped down, catching my nipple in his mouth and my eyes closed tighter, my teeth digging into my lip as I trembled, the feelings beyond words. 

The hand on my belly moved up to cup my other breast before he moved to that nipple, sucking hard as I withered, my head tipping back and my breasts pushing further forward.  And then he stopped.

No…don’t stop.

He moved so that we were lying on our sides. He was panting, like me and I couldn’t stop myself from opening my eyes, only to find his closed, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked softly, unsure of myself.  Maybe he didn’t want me. . .

“You’ll regret this later,” he breathed and my heart shattered in my chest. His voice was rough with emotion; bitter, disdain, and …fear mixed into one heart aching sentence.

“Look at me.” He didn’t. “Please…please look at me,” I begged.  When he did my breath caught because I saw a glimpse of his soul—the self-loathingly poignant truth. My body calmed and I felt tears swimming in my eyes…

As if to distract me, his lips pressed softly to mine and I let out a sigh, kissing him back a little as he groaned, his hands found my waist and crushed me closer to him. Closer to the oblivion I craved.

 “You’re being unfair,” he whispered, lips at my temple. I was too intoxicated to care.

“Mhm,” I agreed, unable to form a coherent response. He pulled back from me again, moving a strand of hair from my eyes.

“I wish you could see how tempting you are.” I flushed, “It’s too hard to stay away from you.” My eyes ran down the hard plains of his muscled chest, down to his packed belly until my eyes landed on the huge bulge in his pants.

“Real hard.” He raised an eyebrow expectantly and my eyes widened as I realized I’d spoken aloud.  He started to pull away but I gripped his shoulders, unwilling to distance myself from him.

“I love you Sebastien,” I murmured truthfully, peering through my lashes at him, “And, I-I want this…I want you to love me, to show me you love me. I don’t want anyone else…I want—need you.” It was the most mortifying of confessions but when I looked up at him, the innocent skepticism on his face melted me as I smiled, reflecting on the happiness building inside of him.

It made me brave as I placed my hand on his stomach, feeling the rock hard abs down to the small patch of springy soft hair that started at his naval I traveled downward. He stiffened as I reached for the buttons of his pants, his hand catching mine before I could.

I looked up, disappointed.

"No…not now."

“But...,” I trialed off, feeling defeated.

“Let me take care of you baby. Feel for me.” I opened my mouth to object but he silenced me with a kiss.  That was all the convincing I needed.

“I love you Sebastien,” the words were feather soft, “And… I- I want this; I want you do love me, to show me you love me. I don’t want anyone else, I want—I need you.” A jolt went through me as everything denied it…But the sickening joy running through me was enough to have me rejoice as my wolf howled in triumph. We— I didn’t deserve it but. . . It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she loved me. Me.

I didn’t understand or maybe I didn’t care, but when her hands touched me I froze, closing my eyes at the wonderful feel of it. Or her caress, it took everything in me not to grab her up; instead I allowed myself the simple pleasure until she started lower. Oh no. Before she could touch me where I was aching I grabbed her hands

“No,” I gritted, “Not now.”

Confusion and hurt crossed her pretty features and I inwardly cursed myself, angry for denying her. God.

“But…” I sighed, concealing a smile.

“Let me take care of you baby. Feel for me.” I kissed her then, allowing myself a victory smile when her irritated blue eyes closed. I pulled back; staring at the beauty I called mine... She was a Goddess, her face flushed, lips swollen, hair messy…Mine. Grabbing her hips I kissed my way down her stomach, nipping at the soft skin of her waist, being careful not to hurt her even though she jumped a little. My hands moved to the buttons of her tan shorts, unbuttoning them and sliding them down her slender legs with ease.

I couldn’t tear my eyes from those legs as I ran my hands up them, finally hitting her thighs. I looked up for reassurances that I could go on, but her eyes were closed as she bit into her lower lip. Blinking I continued until I reached the waistband of her lacy underwear my eyes widening at the enticing amount of skin it showed but I was gone as I