Rise of the Banished She-Wolf Chapter 169

Evelyn

The warm afternoon sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting dappled shadows across the floor of the master bedroom. Devon and I lay tangled in the rumpled sheets, our bodies still entwined after last night's passion had plunged us both into a deep, satisfying sleep.

"Knock knock knock! Devon! Evelyn! Are you guys still sleeping?"

Aiden's urgent knocking shattered the peaceful silence of the room. I groggily opened my eyes to find Devon's arm still firmly wrapped around my waist.

"Damn it," Devon cursed under his breath, quickly sitting up with his hair sticking out in all directions like a bird's nest. He frantically searched the floor, scanning for something. "Where the hell are my pants?"

I couldn't help but giggle, pointing to the black trousers kicked to the foot of the bed. Devon shot me a grateful look before quickly pulling them on and walking toward the door, trying to smooth down his unruly hair.

"Coming, coming!" Devon opened the door, using his body to block Aiden's view into the room.

But Aiden still managed to peek past him, his sharp eyes taking in the sight of my dress hanging over the chair, Devon's shirt scattered on the carpet, and the sheets crumpled like waves on the bed—not to mention one pillow that had somehow ended up on the floor.

"Wow," Aiden raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Did your room get burglarized last night, or was it some kind of natural disaster?"

Devon's face flushed slightly as he unconsciously ran his hand through his hair again. "Ahem, what's up?"

"We're planning to go hunting and wanted to know if you two wanted to join," Aiden deliberately craned his neck to look further into the room. "But judging by your 'workout' last night, you might need some more rest?"

"We'll be down shortly," Devon said, clearly embarrassed. "You guys go ahead and prepare the gear."

"Sure thing, but don't keep us waiting too long," Aiden winked. "And make sure to replenish your energy before joining us."

Devon shut the door and turned to face me, still bundled under the covers with only my head poking out, gazing at him with sleepy eyes.

"Baby, it's time to get up," Devon returned to the bed, gently stroking my cheek. "Our friends are waiting."

"Mmm...five more minutes," I mumbled drowsily, burrowing deeper into the blankets.

Devon chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I have ways to wake you up properly."

His hand started tracing the outline of my body over the blanket, his eyes reflecting last night's unfinished desire.

"No!" I shook my head vigorously, my cheeks burning. "We can't keep our friends waiting too long."

"Fine," Devon conceded with a smile. "Then let's get up quickly."

As I sat up, I winced at the unfamiliar ache in my pussy—sore and stretched from last night's intensity.

"Devon," I said hesitantly, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Can I ask you something?"

"What is it?" He looked concerned, noticing my discomfort.

"Even with my wolf's healing powers restoring my strength after shifting," I bit my lip, flushing. "My pussy still hurts. Is that normal?"

He paused, a hint of pride in his eyes. "We were pretty...intense last night."

My blush deepened. "Will it stay like this?"

"Of course not," Devon said tenderly. "Let me help you."

Devon walked to a cabinet in the corner of the room and retrieved a small tube.

"This is a soothing balm that will make you feel better," he returned to the bed. "I'll apply it for you."

Then he lifted one corner of the blanket and slipped underneath. I felt his gentle fingers part my thighs, the cool balm coating my swollen pussy lips and clit, soothing the tender ache where he'd stretched me wide.

God, his touch is so careful, but it stirs that heat again—my pussy clenching around nothing, wetness building despite the soreness.

"How does that feel?" Devon asked softly from under the blanket.

"Much better," I sighed with relief. "It's really soothing."

I yanked back the blanket to find him kneeling between my legs, fingers still lingering on my slick folds.

"Wait," I lifted his chin with my leg. "Why do you have this balm? Brought other women here?"

Devon grabbed my ankle, pulling me down, closing the distance. His eyes mixed exasperation and affection.

"You're the first and only," he whispered huskily in my ear. "I'm a grown man—full moons bring needs. Before, I'd stroke my cock myself to release. Now, with you, I don't endure alone."

His words made my face burn, understanding hitting me—imagining him alone, hand wrapped around his thick cock, made my pussy throb with fresh want.

"I—I need to freshen up and then go hunting with them!" I jumped out of bed with a red face and hurried toward the bathroom.

Just as I was about to close the door, Devon called from behind, "Is the balm working well?"

I didn't answer, quickly shutting the door and leaning against it, breathing heavily. My heart was racing, though I wasn't sure if it was from our conversation or from the strange sensation lingering deep within my body.

Walking to the mirror, I saw myself—hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, and neck and collarbone adorned with marks from last night. Those kiss marks of varying depths decorated my skin like rose petals.

My hand traced them, remembering his warm lips, gentle yet strong hands. Fingers mimicked his path—touching my lips, down my neck, to my breasts. When I brushed my hard nipples, I trembled, a spark shooting to my clit.

An urge overtook me. I sat on the toilet, spreading my legs like when he applied the balm. My hand explored downward, middle finger sliding into my wet pussy, probing the slick walls that still ached from his cock.

Oh fuck, this feels so good—deeper, curling to hit that spot he found last night.

An uncontrollable moan escaped: "Mmm..."

"Evelyn? Is everything okay?" Devon's concerned voice came from outside the door. "Are you alright?"

I snapped back, withdrawing my finger, face flaming.

What am I doing? Touching myself like this, pussy dripping, clit throbbing—I've never felt this horny.

"I—I'm fine!" I answered frantically. "Just...just washing my face!"

"Are you sure? You sound uncomfortable."

Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady my voice. "Devon, could you get me some hunting clothes?"

I heard Devon's soft laugh through the door. "Of course, I will choose for you."

When I emerged from the bathroom, Devon had already prepared dark hunting attire and sturdy boots for me.

"Feeling better?" he asked tenderly, helping me fix my hair.

"Yes, much better," I nodded, though there was still a strange restlessness deep inside me, but at least not as intense as before.

Devon seemed to sense my state as he caressed my cheek. "If you start feeling uncomfortable, tell me immediately. We can come back anytime."

"I want to hang out with our friends," I took his hand. "And...I should gradually adapt to everything that comes with my wolf's return."

Approval flashed in Devon's eyes. "My brave girl."

When we arrived at the forest edge, Lily, Aileen, and Aiden were already waiting with their hunting gear.

"Finally!" Lily waved excitedly. "We thought you two would sleep until tonight!"

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting," I said, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Aileen keenly noticed the marks on my neck, understanding dawning in her eyes, but she kindly didn't mention it.

"No worries, the deer aren't going anywhere," Aiden joked. "But Devon, you're looking quite energetic today."

Devon smiled faintly. "The island air is really invigorating."

As we headed deeper into the forest, the earthy scent of moss and pine filled my nostrils, bringing a sense of calm. I took a deep breath, feeling my white wolf stir with excitement within me. Perhaps it was the call of the wild, or perhaps the company of friends, but the restlessness in my heart gradually subsided.

Devon walked beside me, his hand lightly touching my back. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," I smiled up at him. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"That's what I'm supposed to do," he whispered in my ear. "My mate."

In the deep forest, we began our hunting expedition as I started to adapt to my body's new changes and the deepening bond with Devon.