Hey guys. A short notice for you all. This will be my last update for this week as I have major stuff to do for this weekend. Sorry that the update is so late as in my country we just had load shedding so I had no electricity for the past two hours to update this. What I would like to ask is that you guys tell me if there's anything that you can't relate to in terms of the character. Is she too far away that you can't connect, and as a whole with the story so far. Editing errors are my own since I have not double checked it yet and I picked up on a few errors in the previous chapter. Warning this chapter is a lemon okay, it's nothing explicit *cough* not 50 shades *cough* it's just the point where there is the consummation of their relationship. I hope you enjoy it and please leave a review. Tell me is it hot or not
Chapter Thirteen
Owen lowers me to the ground once we reach the bathroom and makes me sit on the toilet. He bends over and begins to untie my laces
"What are you doing?"
He looks up at me
"Pampering you"
I pull my foot away from him
"I don't need you to pamper me"
He grabs my leg and brings it forward, seating himself on the floor and bringing my leg onto his lap. He continues to loosen my laces
"I know"
He looks at me through his lashes
"But you have to listen to me because I caught you"
"No you didn't"
"Yes I did"
"Owen Grady you didn't catch me"
"I did, because I was waiting for you to wake up when I saw you had a weird angle going on with your neck so I adjusted you in your sleep. Therefore I caught you"
I blink and then shake my head
"Whatever makes you sleep at night"
"Something tells me that I'm going to be sleeping soundly from now on"
I playfully kick at him and he gets to the next boot and I let him. Once he gets both of them off of me he opens the shower
"I'm surprised that some things are still working around this place"
The island is abandoned now, a year has gone by and I have come back only to see if Rex is still hanging around here. Fortunately I have spent some time with the dinosaur before this whole thing with Owen. I was here for only a few hours when Owen found me, confronted me and declared that he was going to stay at his bungalow and continue to persuade me that Jason wasn't the better match.
I know that Jason would never be the better match for me. Owen would always be the first person I think of when it comes to choosing a proper life partner. He's been trying to woo me for a few months since he found me back in New York, but I can't bring myself to stop feeling the hurt I had in my chest since seeing him kiss Claire. We were in the middle of chaos and I had thrust myself in front of the boys to stop the Pteranodon from possibly sending his beak straight through one of them. When the threat was no longer there my heart broke into possibly a million pieces when I find Claire and Owen swopping spit enthusiastically. For some odd reason I'm used to it. I've been friend-zoned more times than I can think off and I will mostly likely be forever alone.
Having Owen here like this, taking care of me, it kills me more than anything. I get up and switch off the shower and walk out of the bathroom. Owen follows me and the scent of his confusion is in the air
"I appreciate you trying your best to woo me Mr Grady, but I think it's best if we leave things as they are and move on"
"Move on? Rae you can't be serious right now"
I face him
"But I am serious. You and I both have hefty pay-outs from Masrani's company after the closure of the park, you should flash some of that cash around. I'm sure Claire would come running"
"This isn't about Claire. I told you, I have no feelings for her"
"Funny, because that wasn't the impression I had when I saw you both with tongues in each other's mouths"
I sit on my bed, not wanting to deal with this anymore
"Consider this goodbye Mr Grady"
"No"
I look at him
"What?"
"No"
He stomps over to me; grabbing my shoulders, forcing me to stand and making me look him in the eye
"I'm never going to say goodbye"
Softer in a whisper he says
"Not to you. It will never be a goodbye when it comes to you"
He leans down and kisses me in a way that I have never been kissed before. With want, need and a desperation. A desperation for me not to turn him away, to accept him as a mate. I kiss him back, not wanting to contain my desire for him anymore. My fingers are in his hair and I lightly scratch at his scalp, knowing how much he likes it. A warm hand is on my waist and the other on my cheek, cradling my face, guiding me. He pulls away
"Wait, wait"
He pulls off his shirt and throws it into a far corner of the room. He grabs me again and devours my mouth like a starving man at a buffet. I feel his hands unbutton my blouse and he pulls it off of me roughly. His hands seek the back of my bra but when he doesn't feel the clasp he pulls away and frowns at me in confusion.
"Front clasp"
I whisper against his lips before using his hands to open it. My hands grab onto his belt buckle and I make short work of it. I slide up the bed and watch as he kicks off his boots and pants, leaving him bare to my gaze. I pull off the rest of my own clothes, not breaking eye contact with him. He gets on the bed, enclosing me with his arms and strong legs. He kisses my cheek then leans down further to my neck which I bare for him willingly. He licks a stripe up the column of my throat before nibbling at the skin between neck and shoulder. I run my hands along his back, making sure that I didn't dig my nails into his back by mistake.
When he is satisfied with the blossoming bruise on my neck he makes his way down, and places a kiss in the valley of my breasts. I am beginning to pant at this stage, anticipating what would come next. He smirks up at me before lavishing all of his attention onto my chest, leaving me to grasp his hair and pull him closer to my skin. My skin is sore and well ravished by him, skin pink and sensitive. He travels further down, coming to the mound hidden by my thighs.
He spreads them apart, teasingly looking at me through lowered lashes. He dips his head and I watch in confusion until I feel a warm and wet muscle against my sex. My body surges up and he holds me down by my thighs. He licks and sucks bruises into the skin of my thighs, and licks long stripes in the crease of my thigh and the entrance to my body. He does this to the other and I can no longer bear the teasing
"Owen please"
He pulls away
"Hold your horses, we'll get there"
His eyes are dark with want and he finally gets this show on the road. He licks at me with kitten licks before his tongue becomes bolder. He takes his time, making me writhe in front of him, torturing me in a way that I cannot resist succumbing to. A thumb presses against my clit and eventually the pressure becomes too much. I close my eyes and throw my head back into the pillow, nails shredding the sheets that I had gripped onto in order to ground myself.
Coming down from my high took longer than expected and Owen watched me as I came back online from the explosion of feeling. He leans forward and captures me into a kiss, his lips gentle in their ministration of showing affection and want. He leans back and I see the sweat drip down those toned abs. The scent of arousal and sex lingers in the air, so thick that I doubted that even a human would miss the scent of they step into this room.
He's stroking himself slowly, almost lazily but makes no move to come closer. I beckon him with a finger and he comes. I cradle his face in my hand, my thumb tracing his lower lip. He opens those lips and takes my thumb between them, lightly sucking on it before pretending to bite it. I take my hand away to use it to bring him closer before taking that lower lip between my teeth, gently. When it comes to Owen I always remember to hold back my strength.
His lips are red and puffy and it makes me want him even more now that I have seen how I can affect him. I have him come closer to me, cradling him between my thighs, enticing him to make a move. He doesn't however, rather choosing to spend his time teasing his tip against my entrance. When it feels as if though he is going to finally give me what I want, he pulls back from me, leaving me empty. I growl at him in warning only for him to pull back further
"I'm going to take care of you"
The next part is whispered to the pillow beside my head and I almost miss it
"The way a good mate should"
I gasp when he finally enters me, filling me, finally joining us together. His breathing is laboured beside my head, body tense in wait for the go ahead. I kiss his neck in affirmative and he begins his thrusts, first slow and shallow. It is almost as if he is experimenting with me before he allows himself deeper, his pace picking up. I feel as if though he is afraid that he might break me if he takes pleasure in my body. I hitch a leg higher on his waist, my hands on that fabulous backside I have been dreaming of for months. He groans as he gets in as far as he can go my name a mantra on his lips.
He pulls himself from me, leaving me cold and confused. I grip onto him to stop him from going any further when he grabs me around the waist and guides me to how he wants me positioned. He keeps a hand on the small of my back and reaches for the pillow. He shoves it under me and spreads me open for him. I manage to balance myself on my hands but when he enters my body again and begins to thrust I find myself on my elbows, barely hanging onto reality.
I find myself biting onto the covers, trying to hold back the pleasured screams that want to escape me. I have my hands in front of me now, stopping me from sliding forward towards the headboard. My release is so near that I can almost taste it. Owen is sucking marks into my back, low and possessive growls leaving him after he is finished with each mark. What he does next shocks me into orgasm. I feel his well-toned chest along my back, and he buries his face into my neck. The shocking part is when he clamps down onto the join of my unmarked neck and shoulder. His teeth lightly dig into me but it is enough to send me spiralling into bliss. I white out for a moment but hold onto consciousness, needing Owen to finish too. I give him more access to my neck before whispering
"Alpha"
His hips jerk at the name before continuing and I smirk before saying
"Alpha? Alpha please, come for me"
Owen Grady could make anything possible. When I think that he couldn't speed up his pace, he proves me wrong by doing the opposite of my expectations. I lift my hips higher and press back into him, moaning
"Oh Alpha"
His hips still and I can the feel the warmth of his release. He whispers includes many things such as "fuck" and "Oh God" and even growls into my shoulder. When he releases me I feel a sharp sting in my shoulder and he licks it one last time before pulling out of me. I hiss from over sensitivity and pull back the covers and Owen helps to get us both comfortable. I end up with my head on his bicep that he has spread out as a pillow for me. He lays on his side and I wrap an arm around his waist, playfully swatting at his bum. He raises an eyebrow
"Cheeky thing aren't you?"
I slip my hand lower, cupping a tantalising handful
"Why yes I am a lover of nice cheeks"
"I always knew you had a thing for my pants"
I make a sound of acknowledgement into his bicep before snuggling down for the night. A large hand grabbing my bum has me jerking awake from my doze and Owen grins at me
"If you grab a handful, then so can I"
I roll my eyes at him before swatting him on the chest and telling him to get to sleep