Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate Chapter 64

Carter

I didn’t comment on the scent of blood, she was chewing on the inside of her lip, something she did when deep in thought. We got to the spare room, and I pointed at the linen closet across the hall for Briar to grab her pillows. Tucker looped around our feet and followed us in.

She came back with two. I stumbled a bit, and Briar set her backpack next to the bed.

“I can sleep on the floor, if you’d rather,” I offered.

“No, that's stupid, it's not like we haven't fallen asleep together before,” she said, digging through her bag and tossing a large t-shirt onto the bed. I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. Briar snorted and walked over, pushing my hands away and focusing her eyes so she could undo the buttons. I wondered if she would do this if she weren’t drunk. I let her; she apparently wasn’t as drunk as I was. I let my hand fall to her hip, steadying us both as she slowly worked the buttons loose. 

“There,” she said when she was finished, and I let her go. She bit her lip as her eyes trailed over my exposed chest between the buttons.

“Thanks.”

She snapped out of her perusal and shook her head as she turned away and headed back to the bed where her t-shirt was, kicking off her boots. She turned her back to me as she tried to work at the tie at her back, failing. I shrugged out of my shirt, tossing it on the floor.

I wandered over to her, resting my hand on her shoulder. “I got it,” I said. Her hands fell, a silent invitation to proceed. I worked out the knot and set the tie free. Only the tiny straps around her neck were left to hold the small bit of fabric on her. I wanted to slide my hands under it and feel the softness of her skin, make her moan as I cupped her breasts and fondle her nipples, but I let out a long breath to ease the tension and stepped back, resolved to keep that distance for her sake. 

She gave me a soft thanks and pulled the shirt off the bed and over her head, then the halter came off, up through the neck and over her head, before shimmying out of her skirt and fishnets. I caught a glimpse of her thonged ass as she did. My dick was hard before, now it was harder. I should have turned away, but I found I couldn’t. I sat on the bed and kicked off my boots as Briar slipped into bed and turned off the light on the bedside table. I stood and dropped my pants as I watched her in the shadow of that side of the room, before I slipped in on the other side and turned off mine. I could hear the sounds coming from down the hall, werewolf hearing had its drawbacks.

“One day I want that kind of love,” she murmured, her back to me.

“What kind is that?” I asked, rolling over and propping my head on my hand as my elbow rested on the bed. 

“That kind, don’t you hear them?” I was just as surprised at her hearing them as I was to see that other presence staring back at me before Mazzie and Lana left us. The girls had seen it, too, I was sure. They were hopeful more would happen tonight between us than what would, however, it gave me hope that it wasn’t simply my willful imagination. I just had to coax the wolf out of her.

“I pulled her back into my chest and she snuggled in, her round ass against my very erect cock. I stiffened with a groan.

“Sorry,” I apologized, but didn't budge.

“Carter?”

“Hmm,” was all I could manage.

“It’s not like I’m not a woman and I don’t have eyes, I just can’t even think of it right now, I don’t know if I will ever be ready after everything. My heart broke for her and melted all at once. I kissed the hair behind her ear. I’d wait an eternity if that was what it took. I wondered if it was the alcohol talking since she said it out loud.

“If anyone can get past it, you can, and I'll be there to make sure of it,” I promised.

She let out a breath she probably hadn’t realized she had been holding. I felt her relax in my arms. Without another word, her heart rate gently slowed, and she fell asleep, and I quickly followed her.

~

I dreamt of Briar, beneath me, above me. Tendrils of her beautiful blonde hair strewn across her face as I pumped into her. Her hands, gripped my hair, as I tasted just how delectable her pussy was. Her soft moans egged me on as I held her hands above her head, looking down at her as I slowly moved in and out of her, her angelic face the epitome of rapture.

I was startled awake. Briar in my arms, her heartbeat accelerating, she moaned softly. Was she having a bad dream? 

“Please,” she murmured, and I thought to wake her up.

“Don’t stop,” she mumbled almost inaudibly. Had I heard her right? I paused and inhaled her arousal mixed with mine, which I now realized coated the room. No fear, she was having a sexy dream, too. Curiosity was going to kill me.

I kissed her neck and burrowed my face into her hair as I drew her impossibly closer. Who was she dreaming about? It could be Creedon for all I knew, even unfated mates still had a pull towards the person they rejected; the pull of fated ones would be stronger. If Briar hadn’t been through the things she had been, I may have chosen to do things differently. To run my hands along her skin and stimulate this dream into something more, but it was important that she knew she could trust me, so I refrained. 

Instead, I held her close to me, feeling her body shift in response to her dream. I wanted to see how far it took her, how she sounded if she chanced to moan, how she scented if she came. One of my arms was beneath her, my hand splayed across her belly. The other arm draped over her middle, my hand open just above her sternum, fingers twitching near her collarbone as I fought the urge to touch her properly right now. To grip her slender neck and slide my hand down into the inferno of her core. I wanted to feed into that dream and make her come undone with her back pressed against my chest. I shifted, and my hard cock pressed against the crease of her ass as her shirt had ridden up during the night. I let out a muffled hiss. My knee rested between her legs. This was dangerous territory, but I was committed.

A moan escaped Briar’s throat. I couldn't help inhaling at her neck, my exhale tickling across her neck. Her intoxicating scent made my head spin as her back arched.

“Carter,” she rasped, and my eyes flew open. Had she just said what I think she said? She began moving slightly, her pussy ground into my leg, the movement caused her ass to rub against my cock. Goddess have mercy, or I’ll cum just like this, I prayed as I let out a groan. 

Briar

The feel of rough hands slid over my skin. The touch, warm, familiar, safe. Carter. His mouth kissed up my neck to the spot behind my ear, his breath and unshaven beard tickling my skin. His hands slid under my shirt, and I let out a moan as he fondled my breast. Desire bloomed into need. My body flushed with heat. He squeezed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Carter,” I rasped. I couldn’t think, I was consumed by feeling, unable to form rational thoughts. It coursed through me like ripples everywhere he touched. I caught his other hand as he shifted, pushing it down towards the apex of my thighs, silently begging, pleading for some manner of release.

A growl rumbled from his chest, and my eyes shot open as I startled awake. I was panting as my eyes met the darkness, a small beam of moonlight filtering through the window, the only light.

“Briar,” he said, his voice thick and husky. “If there's something you need help with, I’m happy to oblige you,” and I realized the placement of my hand and his, as I was guiding his to my sex. I let his hand go instantly, instead of releasing me and moving away, Carter interlaced his fingers with mine. He hadn’t been fondling me, just holding me. It was all just a dream, and yet my body still begged for his touch so much so, I thought I’d catch fire if he didn’t continue where the dream left off.

“Sorry,” I went to apologize, his chest rumbled again, maybe I was still dreaming.

“Don’t apologize,” he gritted out, his nose tracing the shell of my ear. “Do you want me to help you?” Did I? Of course I did. Was I afraid it would trigger me? Surprisingly not. However… I didn’t want to think that made us more.

“No expectations?” I asked.

“No expectations,” he agreed. I relaxed then, leaning back into him and closing my eyes.

“Please,” I begged, and he slid our joined hands slowly down together beneath the lacy fabric of my underwear.

His fingers slid down and paused, surprised. He grinned against my neck. “Always full of surprises,” he mumbled into my neck, his fingertips grazed between my legs feeling the wetness, his cock seemed to harden further at my back and he groaned, rubbing our fingertips over it a few times. 

“You're so wet, I love it,” he rumbled, kissing down my shoulder. “You want me to stop, just say, and I will,” I nodded. He nipped my ear. “Where’s your voice, Briar? Understand?”

“Yes,” the word came out breathy. I just wanted to feel the way I felt in my dream. His fingers dipped between the lipz of my sex, stopping at my clit, and rubbed in gentle circles. Soft waves of pleasure ran through me. His other hand slipped under my shirt slowly, giving me time to protest. He gripped my breast firmly, but not too hard, his thumb grazing over my nipple, amplifying the soft waves into rising crests. He shifted to sit up more for a better angle, and a finger probed gently at my entrance. I spread my legs wider and slipped my hand from his to grant him more access, but let it settle over his wrist poised to stop him. To my surprise, I didn’t balk at his entry, and I shifted my hips in a rhythm, controlling the depth of his fingers’ penetration, the feeling rippled through me as I panted with depraved need.

I released Carter’s wrist as he groaned into my ear, “is this all for me, Briar?”

“Yes,” I rasped, it wasn’t a lie. He was staring down on me, I could feel his eyes in the darkness watching me as my body wound tighter as I neared the precipice.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbled.

“It’s dark.”

“You’re always so goddess damn beautiful,” he retorted, his ministrations becoming less careful and more deliberate to his goal. 

The sensations throughout my body made me whimper, hindering any protest I may have wanted to voice. He slowly added a third finger. His skin felt like magic and electricity everywhere he touched me, I felt like my body was coming alive for the first time. A soft cry escaped me as I toppled over the edge. He turned my face to his with the hand that had been minding my breast and kissed me. His fingers inside me drawing out the feeling as his thumb expertly strummed my clit, my back arched into him. I didn’t know orgasms could be this intense. I had left my helping hand in the drawer at my apartment. It, outside of my own hands, had been my only comparisons. Carter’s hands were a whole new level of euphoria. 

My mind swam as he kissed me. He had been considerate, too, careful to ensure I lead this. No expectations. What had I gotten myself into? I wasn’t ready for a relationship, but I knew what I wanted. I was just too broken to take it and keep it for my own; that would be selfish, I told myself as we settled back into the bed. He didn’t say a word after our lips parted, only recollected me to him and kissed my shoulder before he sighed into my hair with the enormous, erect bulge at my back. I had just crossed the line and made a mess of everything. I felt Carter’s breathing even, and I wondered how this would change us.

Eventually, I fell back to sleep, sated, as I listened t0 the even inhales and exhales of his breath and the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my back.