Listen to me 141

I wasn’t sure what to expect spending the night in a hotel room with Benedict, but it wasn’t what I got. I didn’t expect laughter, and teasing, and honesty, and vulnerability, and inost of all, happiness. But that is what I got.

We didn’t go through two boxes of condoms, but we did finish off one and started the second. In between rounds of sex, we talked, touched, explored, and bared ourselves, bodies and minds to each other.

I’ve never felt more connected to someone, more heard and understood, then I do after one night with Benedict.

Eventually, we fall asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. In the morning, both of us struggle to wake up.

“Will you think less of me if I tell you I don’t want to get up and go back to the real world?”

I chuckle. “No, but I will remind you that you and I both have responsibilities that we can’t ignore, especially considering we have another party to attend tonight.”

“I’d rather stay here with you,” he murmurs. His eyes are closed and he’s more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him before.

“I really enjoyed last night,” I say softly.

His eyes open and his green eyes meet mine. “It was the best night of my life, Sloane. I mean it.”

He rubs his nose against mine gently. “I shouldn’t say this. I know I shouldn’t. But I want you to hear it before your birthday so you know, no matter happens, how important you are to me. I love you, Sloane.”

I gasp. His gaze holds mine as my heart flips in my chest.

am IN love with you, Sloane. I don’t know what that means. I don’t know what will happen next weekend. But right now, right here, with you in my arms, there is no other woman in this world who could ever come close to making me feel the way you do.”

He cups my face in his hand. “I love you. I think you are the most beautiful, intelligent, funny passionate, incredible woman

I’ve ever met in my life. And I just thought you should know that.”

“Benedict …” I whisper, feeling my throat tighten at his words.

“You don’t have to say it back …” he begins, but I already know that my heart is lost. I already know that I could never love another man like I love him.

“I love you too,” I say.

He leans in, pressing his lips to mine. This time, it’s slow, intense, and eventually becomes desperate. He pulls away long enough to put on a condom, then he’s inside me. He holds my gaze as he slowly slides in and out, and somehow, in the light of day, everything feels so much more intense.

“I love you,” he murmurs. A flood of emotions swells inside me, and I feel tears prick my eyes.

“I love you,” he says again.

I nod, unable to speak.

His kisses my eyes, then my cheeks and nose, then returns to my mouth as he maintains his slow, steady rhythm that slowly builds the orgasm inside me. When the wave of pleasure crashes over me, I cry out, my mouth pulling away from his.

He watches me, stroking my hair as I come. “You’re so beautiful, so fucking beautiful, Sloane.”

He brings me back down, watching me the entire time. “I want to come on you. I want everyone at my party tonight to know that you’re mine. Are you okay with that?”

“Nenedict Tell everyone I’m yours and then they’ll know that you are mine,” I say, feeling very possessive of him after our night together.

He growls sofily and his thrusts come faster. “Come for me again, beautiful. I love feeling your body contract around me. I love how you give yourself to me completely,” he says. For some reason, his words send me over the edge, and I arch hard, coming for him again.

He growls, and then I feel him pull out of me, ripping off the condom a moment before I feel the hot spray of his cum all over my stomach and chest.

“Fuck!” he growls, as his body continues to jerk through his orgasm, coating my body with his sperm.

When he collapses next to me, he pulls my face to his, kissing me deeply before sliding his hand over my body and rubbing his cum into my skin.

When he’s done, he continues kissing me, pulling my body against his. I wrap my arms around him, enjoying the afterglow of our love making.

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of the she–wolves‘ scents I smelled on you last night?”

pen to walk in on me and a she–wolf in what looks like a compromising position, side as often as possible tonight, but there will be times when we’re separated. I’ll need to make nice with allies AND their daughters. But that doesn’t mean that any important to me as you are.”

I look into his eyes, searching for the truth behind his words.

worried about his mother and what she might do, Aisling says. ‘She’s the one who doesn’t like us. He won’t say it, but I think dat’s what he’s trying to convey.

“Do I get to punch a bitch if she tries to touch what’s mine?” I ask.

His lips twitch and I watch as he loses the battle, throwing his head back and laughing at what I said. I feel something inside. me tighten and loosen at the same time. He exposed his throat to me. He would never do that with someone he didn’t trust, or truly care about.

Love, Sloane. He told us he loves us,‘ Aisling says.

Yes, he did.

When he looks back at me, his eyes are dancing with merriment.

“If a she–wolf thinks she can take what’s yours, you absolutely have my permission to punch her.”

I smile. “Good. As long as we’re in agreement.”

“Damn, I love you,” he says, pulling me into another kiss before we grab our bags and head back to reality.

When we get to Grandpa Waylon’s pack, he turns to me. “What time should I pick you up?”

“You’re going to be very busy, Benedict. I can drive myself.

He leans forward, touching his nose to mine. “What time should I pick you up, Sloane?”

I shake my head. “What time does the party begin?”

“Five.”

“How about four,” I say.

“How about three,” he counters.

“What am I going to do for two hours, Benedict?”

“Hang out in my room?” he says, grinning.

“Four.”

“Three–thirty.”

I shake my head again. “Fine. Three–thirty.”

“Perfect, I’ll see you then.”

We get out of the car and he grabs my bag out of the back, meeting me on my side of the car. Then, he looks at his watch.

“I’ll see you in four and a half hours. Do I need to worry that I’m not going to be able to think when I see dress?” he asks.

“I guess we’ll find out,” I say, grinning as I lift up on my toes to kiss him goodbye.

He growls softly, sliding his hands into my hair and deepening the kiss before finally releasing me.

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Cedella

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