Chapter fifty: So right
JPOV
August 3
We were on our way back. Locked up in the boat once again. Now things were entirely different than last time.
Last time, Ness had been half a vampire with a broken heart. A sad and innocent girl. Right now, she was human, seemingly healed from her heartache. And seemingly far from innocent.
I don't know what had gotten into her, but boy did she give me a hard time. And she knew it all too well. Like the tease she is.
She's got something coming alright. And if it will come her way, she's won't know what's happening. She got me this close to ripping her clothes off and fucking her brains out.
If there were any brains left, these days I doubted it. She's all hormones. Trying to get something from me, that she really can't handle. What is she trying to prove?
I suspect Niya has something to do with it. I would not be the bait of some sort of seducing competition.
But boy did I want to give in. She drove me insane, beyond insanity.
Emmett felt sorry for me, he told me to fuck her senseless already, that would teach her not to mess with horny men. But that's Emmett, isn't it.
I loved her. I would not cave. Not like that. I wanted her to love me back.
But if she kept this up, I would die. Or fuck her indeed. And where would that lead our friendship?
I should actually speak to her. Tell her I'm a man with feelings, and that she should not act like that around me. But that would be admitting her effect. And maybe encouraging her more.
She knew I was annoyed sometimes and that didn't stop her either.
Maybe this potion was some sort of powerful aphrodisiacal. Poor girl. Maybe I should help her if she was so frustrated. No. Focus. Mind over matter.
Maybe I should have slept with Niya. Get some frustrations out of my system. But that would have been a bad choice as well. Ness had shown some jealousy of Niya even before this whole show began. And now that she desperately wanted to prove she was more seductive than Niya, I think I would hurt her if I caved.
And besides, this was the first time I admitted this to myself, Niya reminded me too much of my own native girl, and sleeping with her, remembering Leah, would make me feel worse.
So naturally my own hands were quite busy these days.
Being away from the tribe had calmed her down - she wasn't attacking me as much anymore - and I was able to relax a bit. Rose had gotten her to wear shirts again, now we would stay in the dry and cooler boat.
When we would arrive in Manaus, we would go straight to the private airport and fly back home. These were our last days together and I was glad things were easing down a bit so I could enjoy this moments with my Ness, the way I know her and love her. I didn't want to think about living apart again, and I think neither did she.
The last evening on the boat she asked me to hold her again, like I had the first nights. She wanted to spend our last night in my arms, and I wanted to hold her too. I kept her close, ignoring the finality of this night, and we both fell asleep wrapped up in each other.
When I woke up feeling very horny, I was not that surprised, it is not uncommon these days.
Waking up is too big a word for the semi conscious state I was in. Wolves are hard to wake up.
I vaguely felt something in my neck, and oh… in my boxers too. Hmmmm.
Wait.
I tried to regain more consciousness and noticed that Nessie was naked against me, kissing my neck and it was her hand in my boxers stroking me. I must be dreaming.
I didn't try to wake up further, relishing in the fantasy, but as consciousness did seep in, the fantasy became more clear.
I opened my eyes, it was still dark, but my wolf vision clearly saw her, seducing me, pleasing me.
Was this her way of saying goodbye? Or had she finally realized she wanted me all along?
I know I should have stopped her right there. I know that.
But… I hadn't felt this way in a long time, and I wanted her – soooo – bad…
She was totally driving me insane.
And if there ever was the slightest chance that I could have resisted her, it was all lost with one look in her eyes.
That look was pleading with a hint of despair, as if to say "please don't reject me again", so I didn't.
She wanted to feel sexy and wanted, and I could give her that. I gave in, gave her all of myself and took all of her.
Somewhere in the back of my head a voice told me this was wrong, that we both would hurt each other this way, but I managed to ignore it with ease.
My imprint needed this, and who was I to deny? Simple enough an excuse.
I savored every moment and let her ravish me, I touched and kissed every inch of her, while I entered her with every inch of me.
It felt as if the earth and sky were moving with our hips, it felt like coming home.
And then she sighed "This is oh so right."
And it was.
We loved each other.
This was right.
Finally.
