ROTTEN LOVE - Chapter 29: Chapter 29

We were a clash of teeth and lips. It's as if we both became unhinged, free from the shackles we have placed over our hearts.
His hands still restrict my arms as he tries to overpower our kiss. But my want is big too. I will him to let go and he does.
There is no complaint from him. The amount of time I lose his touch is a millisecond. The moment my arms are free, I raise them like a child wishing to be picked up by their daddy.
Except I'm no child. He complies and lifts me off the floor. My legs wrap tightly around him.
There is nothing of importance in this moment besides Zain and I. He is almost solely responsible for taking those I love away from me, yet I can't dispute that my body wants him. My soul craves him.
It could be because we were predestined. Perhaps, the fates tried to connect my mother and his father through us. We are merely tools for a higher agenda that we are unaware of.
The point is this moment with him feels long overdue and I can't seem to stop myself or have the want to stop myself.
My lips search for peace in his but I feel conflict. It's overwhelming and I want to drown myself with him.
Sensing my internal turmoil, he slams us into the wall. The sting is painfully blissful. The impact loosens my hold on him. I desperately readjust and cling harder.
"If I don't get inside you soon, I'm going to combust," Zain mumbles into my lips.
His words were like a prayer answered.
"Then why aren't your clothes off yet," I ask as I cling to his shirt.
There is a rumble in his chest and I shiver with delight. He quickly lifts his hands and I assist taking his shirt off. His warm flesh heats more than my body. Starts to melt me from the inside out.
But I wanted more than his flesh against me. I want him on me, inside me. I release my legs and hop off, making my desperate attempt to free the part of him that will make me feel undeniably whole.
He pushes my hand away and I scrunch my eyebrows at him.
"Move," I order.
He gives me a devilish smirk before forcefully spinning me around, my back toward his front. He pulls me against him by my neck. I jerk my head to the side and up to meet his lips.
His lips caress mine. As his hand rests possesively over my neck, keeping me firm against him, I feel his bulge slightly above my backside.
I moan against him and he slides his tongue inside my mouth. The push and pull of our tongues reminds me how much I want something else inside.
"Quite the little whore," he says against my lips as he slowly pulls away to gaze me in the eyes.
His voice is so smooth and silky that I completely pass the content of his words until he speaks again.
He lowers his lips against my ears and the whisper brings shivers down my spine.
"Can your bloodsucker make you feel this? Can he bring you to the edge without plunging into you?"
I turn my head but his hands grab mine and lead them to the wall. I lean against it as he leans against me.
The move is quick and meant to shut any protest. It angers me but I remember this is what I asked of him, to be free of any relationship with him.
I don't want kind words, sweet kisses, or praises. I don't want to fall for my mate. I want to hate him, to believe the things that are coming out of his mouth so that I don't make the mistake of blind loyalty toward him.
So, I poke at him. I want him angry enough to hurt and insult me some more.
"He's not the only one that loves to suck. He is quite tasty, always brings me over," I allude to sinful moments with Maddox.
Although, they are nothing but lies. He growls against my ear and his body slams me closer to the wall. The only thing keeping my face from hitting the wall are my hands.
He bites my ear and I clench my teeth. My heart races through the roof.
He whispers, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to regret ever saying that, mate."
"I'm not your mate," I protest.
"No, you rather be my little slut," his hands trail down to my breast. My nipples are so erect it hurts and his touch is painfully good.
He rolls his fingers over my shirt. I bite through my whimpers. He knows I love it. So he brought his hand under my shirt and bra to cup my breast.
His hands are so warm and large. I push myself off the wall. He lets me fall into him. I tilt my head again for his lips.
We slow the pace of our lips but only to enjoy the things our hands do. Tired of the layers between us, he removes my shirt and bra. I am bare from the waist up and all I can think is that there is still more he needs to unwrap.
He knows it and immediately lowers my jeans. I grab behind me in hopes of touching him but he places my hands on the wall once again.
"Hold on. I'm done playing fucking games," is all I hear before I feel my underwear being ripped from me, my legs being forced wider open.
He places his hand on the small arch of my back to lean me against the wall while I hear a clank and some adjusting.
For a second I feel him further away but then in an instant, the vacancy is filled. His body was behind me again and then I felt it.
I felt him. All of him. He is quick and pierces me with such force. I scream.
I keep my face against the wall as he works into me. He pulls out and then slams back into me. All I could think about was how I would never again feel this full.
He will ruin me for others. I feel like he knows it and is molding me into something only he can occupy.
He places his hand against my back and I stick my ass out.
"I had no doubts. You were made for me. You took me all in one." His hands travel to my hips as he moves steadily behind me, his hips meeting me.
I lean my forehead against the wall to sniffle out all the moans and whimpers.
"Don't. I want to hear everything I elicit from you." He moves his hand up my arm to my neck, taking me away from the wall and toward him.
I fall into him and let his shoulders encompass me. His pace never falters.
I feel myself tightening as I am surrounded by him. He's in me, behind me and around me. Zain brings me to the edge and my heart quivers.
I don't know if it is the overwhelming sense of him or the pending realization that this can't be just sex, but slow tears come down. Perhaps, he knew and it's why he went along with my initial requests.
His pace slows. I turn my head and his lips meet mine. This time we were slow and deliberate.
He sucks my bottom lip before gazing into me. I shiver and look away but he brings my attention back to him. He studies my eyes and I look into his. He knows what I have realized.
He stops and moves out of me. The emptiness is instant but temporary. He turns me to face him and picks me up, places me on the desk.
If I am going to finish, I will finish looking into his eyes, accepting our connection. He looks at me as he lines himself and slides in. He entered deep into me and I couldn't look away from him, especially as he resumed his thrusts.
The clapping of our bodies is music to my ears. His eyes never left me. He studied every part and movement of mine.
The faces of pure pleasure are uncontrollable and he soaked it all up. As the tension builds, my thighs surround him harder, trying to grasp him and some sanity before I come undone.
He leans down to my face while his movements continue. His breath on me.
"You feel it right? We won't ever be able to separate now." He grunts out.
My heart speeds because I do feel it. This bad feeling that Zain and I have crossed a line that I won't be able to retract from.
I still attempt to deny it. I shake my head no despite the panting.
He pulls out slowly and then slams hard into me again. Leans all his body into it. I feel him in what seems like the pit of my stomach. It's overwhelming.
I moan his name because there is nothing else that comes to mind.
"Stop, fighting it babe. You are mine and I am yours. See how well you take me. See how well you respond to me. You were meant for me and only I was meant to fill this pretty little pussy of yours." He pulls out again. Then slams and lingers before repeating the process.
His words were both meaningful and filthy. The tension is at the point of shattering. I can tell by how Zain's shoulders tense that he is about to explode too.
"So perfect. Admit it," he barely is audible through his grunts.
"Admit what?"
"Helena, I love you." He picks up his pace but the sensation is still felt at the deepest of me.
I moan against his lips. I start shaking my head no but I couldn't bring myself to go through with the action. I knew it would be a lie.
"I... I love you ... I love you Zain," I say to him. The confession was like a revelation.
His hand grabs the back of my head and brings our foreheads together. This was it, endgame. There were no more lies.
The relief in him is visible and audible. "That's my girl, my pretty little mate. I'm going to fill every corner of you."
His words were my undoing and I constrict around him. The pleasure is like nothing I've experienced. I shake against him and cling to his shoulders out of desperation.
Nothing could dwindle this sensation. Then, I felt him. All of him. Warmth seeped through and a loud growl. I cling harder rather I think this time Zain hugs me harder against him as he completes his threat.
The pure intensity of our connection has the fire kindle once more before it even is put out.
His name is all that comes from my mouth as I become undone again. I grasp him hard and wiggle against him.
"Oh, babe, you're the end of me. You're so greedy. Fuck. Taking everything out," he bellows the last part.
When I stop squirming and he stops moving, we stay deadly quiet in each other's embrace. I heave for air as I untangle myself.
He releases me and we both just stare at each other. It's as if something snaps in place; I feel a slight tingle then it's gone.
He cups my face and kisses me passionately as if he didn't get enough of me. Then, pulls away.
I realize what I have done. I acknowledge that I can't take any of it back even if I wanted to. Zain senses it.
"Are we good," he asks, backing away. He gives me space.
I stay sitting at the desk. "Yes," is the only thing I manage to say.
"We did nothing wrong."
"I know. I just..."
"I understand. I'm not going to get in the way of you and those... of you and your family," he corrects himself.
It does not go unmissed that he referred to Maddox and Marisa as family. My love for them is big as if they were but lines have been blurred. I don't see Maddox as a brother but more like an important supportive figure.
I'm sure Zain is aware but this makes it easier for him to cope. I smile and nod at him.
"We should get out of here. It's a little cramp." I look at our surroundings and the books on the floor.
"I'm not quite done with you yet." He gives me a devilish smirk.
"Next time," I say and his eyebrows go up high. I can see he is pleasantly surprised that I am not denying us.
He gives me a sweet peck before I hear him.
I'll hold you to it, babe.
I'm about to agree with him until I realize he didn't say it. I heard it.
I look at him and he smiles.
"Did you just?"
"Perks of mates."
"We were always mates," I questioned.
"I'm glad to hear you say it. But I mean our bond is established." He thumbs his mark.
I understood then. We have completed the process. The snap I felt. It was us completing our bond, joining us.
Takes me back to when I first discovered he bit me.
"Are we married?" The shock in my voice is evident.
He laughs. "Legally speaking, no. But in the eyes of my pack and all werewolf kind, yes."
"Do you see us as married?"
He smiles. "I never saw you as anything less than my other half. But, Helena, I won't force you to do anything. I want you with me at your own accord."
I soak all the information up. I don't need to answer him. I don't need to say anything. He isn't looking for an answer so I give him a half smile.
I hop off the desk. I start picking up some of my mother's books. Then, I feel a slap on my backside as I bend.
I yelp. He laughs.
"Leave it alone. I'll send someone to clean later. I have better use of our time." He brings me to him.
I push his chest away. "I have to go. I want to check on Marisa."
"She's probably still doing the same thing we should be doing. Their sex drive is as big as their thirst for blood. I'll give that to the vamps."
I raise an eyebrow, "and you would know how?"
"I've been around." He subtly says.
"So vamps are good for bed but not to associate with."
He raises his hands. "Calm down, my little witch."
It is this statement that snaps my focus back in place.
Marisa.
I can't believe I was so stupid. Last time Zain and I simply made out, it sent her to an episode. Our bond is free. Adam is alone with her.
My heart sinks. What have I done? There was no time to waste. I grab Zain's shirt and put it on before bolting out the shelve door.
Zain jumps into his pants realizing what we have done and what we didn't take into consideration. I hope we haven't done anything unfixable.