The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 106: Chapter 106

Jordan POV
I stood under the water in the shower, feeling it cascade over me. My eyes were closed, the heat relaxing my body as the steam rose up. I don’t know how much time had passed but it was well and truly late at night when I finally turned the water off and dumbly hopped out of the shower. Blaze had already had a quick one first, needing to get the blood off of him and out of his hair, and then left the bathroom to me. After everything that had happened, I needed time to digress, calm down, and think about anything else. Jaxon and Alex were in a guest room. They would be leaving for the Full Moon Pack tomorrow to my disappointment. I was going to miss them, but thankful that I at least, got to spend some time with them.
I padded into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around my waist, Blaze reaching out for me and drawing me in close. As he lightly touched me, heat shot through my body. He placed a protective hand on my stomach, a look of fierceness in his eyes. I shivered.
“I’m so sorry Jordan,” he said gruffly “I should never have left you alone. I will never leave your side again. Not for anything ” he declared as I stared at him mutely.
I appreciated the sentiment, but I couldn’t exactly live my life in fear of something happening. Not to mention as Alpha of the pack, Blaze had responsibilities. Had I not shown that I could handle myself? Had I not engineered my own escape? I had managed to survive until he got to me. I wasn’t some weak, pathetic, damsel in distress, even if I was feeling slightly delicate right now. Although it rankled that I had gotten myself into the situation in the first place. I had reluctantly given the baby raccoon up to a sanctuary and would be visiting as often as I could, not wanting it to be in danger or eaten by other wild animals.
“Blaze,” I said thickly, as he ran his hands up and down my arms in a soothing way “I appreciate your concern, but I don’t need you to be with me 24/7,” I told him quietly “What happened was not your fault.”
He sighed, his eyes dark and brooding. “I feel like it is” he admitted, running a hand through his mussed-up hair “It was my sister after all that did this” he exhaled.
“You are not responsible for your sister’s actions” I declared, frowning at him.
Just like I was not responsible for my sister’s actions.
Besides, It was not his fault his sister was a b***h.
Stefanie had made her own choices and as such would be facing the consequences.
“What are you planning to do with her?” I asked gently.
His expression was moody. “I don’t know,” he said, glancing at me “What she did was unforgivable but I also don’t know if I can bring myself to kill my own sister,” he said bowing his head and looking ashamed.
Oh gods. No. I could never ask that of him. To kill his own flesh and blood. It went beyond cruel. I grabbed his arm. “Blaze, I could never ever ask you to kill your own sister,” I told him “but I also cannot live with her here anymore” I laid down the line.
“I know,” he said heavily “and she does need to be punished. But torture isn’t going to cut it either. You could have ended up killed because of her. No. I’m planning on making her a rogue” he whispered, guilt in every syllable.
Being a rogue was just about a death sentence. Unless Stefanie was a strong wolf or possessed strong survival skills, there was every chance she would be killed by another rogue or by an Alpha if she trespassed on the wrong territory. I sucked in a breath but the look in Blaze’s eyes said he had made up his mind. His sister would not die by his hand, but she would still risk death at another’s. I felt overwhelming sympathy and guilt at the same time. Part of me was relieved, while another part of me was horrified at how I could react in such a way towards another, even if she had tried to kill me. It made me question if I was a bad person or just too much of a pushover.
Suddenly he gripped my chin and kissed me, gently, softly, but with a desperation in his eyes. I pressed my lips against him, my hand gently gripping the back of his head, my mouth willingly opening to allow him access, his tongue diving inside and beginning to caress my own as I moaned into his mouth. He slowly undid my towel, letting it drop to the floor as I began to grow aroused, his hands beginning to touch my body all over, my juices beginning to flow and my core beginning to throb with need. I wanted him in that moment, with everything I possessed and it was clear he wanted me as well, part of me suspected that he needed a distraction from what he was thinking and from what he needed to do.
He broke the kiss off and tore his clothes off, picking me up and cradling me bridal style, carrying me over to the bed and laying me down like a fragile piece of China. He nibbled on my earlobe and then began to kiss the nape of my neck, his hands skimming along my breasts and stomach as I sucked in a breath. His movements were slow, prolonged, and gentle. He moved his hand and cupped my breast, as he began to kiss downwards from my collarbone, down towards my navel. I writhed beneath him as he smirked at me. The look of desperation never left his eyes. He slowly trailed his fingers up and down the inside of my thighs, teasing me as I gasped, my legs quivering in anticipation.
He gently pressed his lips against the inside of my thighs and began to slowly suck. I flung my head back and moaned as his hands gripped my hips. Slowly his mouth moved and then I felt his tongue slowly encircling my clit, causing my body to buck on the bed. He licked along my folds and I whimpered. The pleasure began to climb. I writhed on the bed.
“Blaze” I shrieked, panting, his hands holding me firmly on the bed.
He pulled my legs apart further and licked his lips, darting his tongue inside of me as I moaned again, my fingers digging into the bedsheets.
“Oh my god” I cried, as he continued, ruthless, his legs keeping me firmly spread apart when I instinctively tried to close them.
He flicked his tongue against my clit, darting it back and forth, hard and fast and the pleasure began to grow as my body tensed, the pleasure reaching a crescendo. I screamed, hard, his name falling from my lips as my orgasm tore through me, my body pulsating as he withdrew, collapsing onto the bed, feeling like a floppy rag doll, panting heavily, my eyes dazed as he climbed on top of me.
He kissed me again, letting me taste my own juices. His hand reached down, and he began to softly finger me, making me stiffen. He pressed down lightly on my clit, and I moaned into his mouth, my legs spreading wider apart. He finished the kiss and then pulled away, his hand continuing to move and finger me as my excitement grew.
“You’re so beautiful” he murmured watching me intently, “so loving and kind. I don’t deserve you” he whispered.
I couldn’t speak. I was feeling too much pleasure. I was practically seeing stars. I mewled and then my whole body stiffened as another orgasm ripped through me.
He lined himself up at my entrance and then slowly, pushed his way inside. It was torturous. He sank in all the way and then paused, his eyes never leaving my face. I wriggled, wanting him to move. I wanted to feel every inch of him as he moved inside of me. He had such a strange look in his eyes. Still desperate. I knew something was wrong, but I also knew whatever it was, he didn’t want to talk about it. Ever so slowly he pulled all the way out and just as slowly he pushed back in as my legs automatically wrapped around his waist. I panted, grinding against him, my hips lifting. I was desperate for him to start moving faster and harder. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in just as slow. The friction was incredible. My nerves were on fire. It was like electricity running through my veins.
My hands clawed at his back in desperation. He pulled out and then thrust back inside harder, causing me to give a small cry of delight. Finally. God, it was good. I rocked against him, closing my eyes as he pulled out a little faster and thrust in a little harder.
“Blaze” I whimpered, my core throbbing again, my juices dripping onto the bedsheets “Please, please” I begged, not even sure of what I was begging for.
A devilish look appeared on his face. He increased the pace and intensity, causing my mouth to open into a large O of pleasure. Our bodies slapped together, and I scratched and clawed his back in a frenzy, encouraging him to take me even harder, taking me to even further heights of pleasure.
“God, you’re tight” he growled “and so damn gorgeous when you c*m” he added with a wicked grin.
I blushed, whimpering as he began to slam into me. I loved it when he began to get rough. There was just something so primal, so raw about it. Lilith was enjoying herself immensely too.
He slapped my ass, gently, and I felt myself become even more turned on. I could never get enough of this man. Never. At this rate the bed was going to end up soaking wet, I thought absent-mindedly, not that I gave a damn about that.
He slammed into me some more and I felt my toes curling, my body beginning to tense. Oh god. My body couldn’t handle much more. I was whimpering, my body writhing as he took me without mercy, my cries growing louder and louder. I felt the pleasure become almost painful and then I screamed as I squirted all over his c**k and the bedsheets, my body shuddering, my walls clenching tightly around him as he continued.
“f**k” he hissed, going even harder as I shrieked, still cumming hard on his c**k.
Was he trying to kill me? Could one die from too much pleasure? If so, I was a goner. I was holding onto him for dear life. He began to stiffen, thrusting into me hard, his fingers digging painfully into my flesh as he let out a loud guttural roar, his seed spilling inside of me, my body slowly coming down from its orgasm as he withdrew and collapsed on his side next to me, grabbing hold of me and holding me firmly with my back against his chest. It felt nice. Comfortable. Blissful. Peaceful. I wish we could stay like that, but in my heart of hearts, I knew I was asking for the impossible.
He stroked my hair as I snuggled against him. “I could have lost you” he whispered, his voice full of emotion and I looked over my shoulder, dismayed to see his eyes shining in the moonlight. “I came this close to losing you,” he said thickly, his tone one of grief.
I rolled over and held him tight. As tight as I could considering my slightly swollen belly. Okay, a quite pudgy belly. My own eyes filled with tears. “But you didn’t lose me,” I told him sniffling, putting one of his hands on my stomach, my eyes meeting his “and you didn’t lose her either. We’re safe now Blaze. Both of us. Alright. We are safe” I repeated.
His eyes softened. “I never want to feel as panicked or as lost as I did when I found you gone,” he told me, kissing me on the forehead. “You are my whole world Jordan, you and our baby. You complete me and are the other half of my soul,” And you are mine, I thought silently to myself as he pulled me back against him again, Lilith in full agreement. Hopefully, in time, he would realize that for himself, because I suspected that even if I spoke the words, he wouldn’t fully believe it. Not when he blamed himself for what happened. Not when he was distracted by what he must do when it came to his sister. Still, as he fell asleep, I leaned over and whispered into his ear “I love you and I always will” before snuggling back against him. I didn’t envy him when he woke up and it was time to deal with Stefanie, but for now, I could at least grant him, a small, minuscule, amount of peace as we held each other and slept in each other’s arms.