Chapter 34
Ollie’s POV
Alone that night, as I rested in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about Hugh’s hands on me. The sensation, though jarringly rough, hadn’t been totally unpleasant, but it was the much softer touches that stayed with me now, memories of the night we spent together.
I toss and turn in the bed, trying to put the memories and the growing feeling of warmth that comes with them from my mind, but the harder I try to push them away, the more intense they become.
I gave Hugh my virginity, and he’d gently taken it. Making sure I was comfortable and prepared before slowly moving inside of me. Now that I have crossed that barrier, imagine that during sex in the future, I will feel nothing but pleasure without any ounce of pain again.
My body heats, and my skin itches for his soft touches once more. The desire swelling low in my belly almost has me reaching for my burner phone where it’s charging beside my normal phone on the nightstand, but I stop myself.
I will not call for him just because I want him. If and when I choose to be with Hugh again, it will be because I need to have sex, to help strengthen my wolf and sate the mating bond. I’m not to that point yet.
If I reach out to him tonight, it would be only for lust.
Lust can too easily fall into love. I am not going to let that happen to me.
That defiance doesn’t help me find sleep, however, and I continue to struggle.
Then, as if he could sense my frustration from several floors below, Hugh sends a message that makes my burner, phone chime. No one else has the number. It has to be him.
I just won’t answer it. That’s what I’ll do. I will roll away from the phone and force my eyes closed until I actually fall asleep.
Yet, just as I’m about to put this plan into action, the phone chimes with another message.
Two messages without a response? What could he be saying?
I groan, annoyed at myself and my curiosity.
Just sleep, I command myself.
It almost works. I stay still for around twenty seconds. But then, my curiosity finally gets the better of me.
It wouldn’t hurt just to read what he sent. It doesn’t mean I have to reply!
Rolling over, facing the nightstand once more, I grab the burner phone and unlock it. Clicking on the message, it opens with a picture that makes me nearly drop the phone.
Hugh sent me a dick pic.
I grab the phone with both hands, my eyes going wide. He’s rock hard and gripping himself with a firm hand. He must be in his bed, I can see his sheets under him – I recognize the red satin from when I’m asked to help out with the laundry. I know how smooth they feel, and I shudder, imagining myself on the bed beside him.
His thighs are spread slightly, like he intends to buck up into his hand. My face burns as images of me on top of him flicker through my mind at impossible speeds. What would it be like to be on top of him?
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Heat rises between my legs and my panties get damp. After a moment’s more staring, I finally read the text und This is your fault. I am thinking of all the things I want to I shouldn’t reply. As per my earlier plan, I should close the Yet the thrum of desire that had been strumming within n desire entirely overwhelmed my willpower, and I texted a
Tell me about them.
The message is near–instantly confirmed received. ClosinĮ lips as he realizes I’m open to playing tonight, if only in w
Chapter 34
Heat rises between my legs and my panties get damp.
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After a moment’s more staring, I finally read the text underneath.
This is your fault. I am thinking of all the things I want to do to you.
+25 BONUS
I shouldn’t reply. As per my earlier plan, I should close the phone, roll over in bed, and force myself to find sleep. Yet the thrum of desire that had been strumming within me was now nearly impossible to ignore. My red hot desire entirely overwhelmed my willpower, and I texted a reply before I could stop myself.
Tell me about them.
The message is near–instantly confirmed received. Closing my eyes, I picture Hugh’s devilish smile curling his lips as he realizes I’m open to playing tonight, if only in words.
