CHAPTER SEVEN

RILEY

Tears begins to form in my eyes from the pain I feel.

It is like a thousand termites have invaded my hair and are digging into my scalp.

I hesitate and his grip gets tighter. At that moment, a sad whine leaves my mouth as I feel large chunks of hair being uprooted right from its root.

“I said, kneel.” His voice comes out, hasher than earlier. Now, a low groan follows it.

Slowly, without even realizing it, my knees begin to fold as the get closer to the ground.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Then my knees hit the ground.

Could be the tears blurring my vision, or the pain affecting my senses, but as I look up at Jude from down here, I see nothing but pure satisfaction on his face. As he has that smile line at the right side of his mouth stretched, and an odd glint in his eyes.

Reading faces and expressions to ascertain how people feel is something that I started for survival, but later on, it just became something I am could at. I can realize how person feels just by noticing the faintest line on their face. But the downside of this, is that even if I am given a mirror, I sometimes don’t know how I feel.

Like right now.

He bends so that his face is inches from mine. “My precious Luna, there is a certain kind of way this Alpha likes to be pleasured. Being my mate, you should learn it and learn fast. As when I am like this, I have zero patience for sluggishness. You hear me?”

Yes, alcohol has that influence on people. Speaking from experience. It makes the loud, bolder, more aggressive and even more emotional.

But I learnt early that all that liquid does is to push out the inner you forward. It makes the hidden part, the reserved side, the pent-up aggression or emotion vivid for all to see.

It doesn’t create a new you. It gives you a chance to be really you.

With this knowledge, I nod with difficulty.

“Good.” A broader smile appears on his face now.

Without warning, he sticks out his tongue and licks my face, leaving the stink of saliva and alcohol on my face.

When he grabs my chin in his hand and my eyes fly open is when I notice that I had earlier shut them.

He looks right into my eyes and whisper. “You dirty girl. I’ll do dirty things to you.”

I don’t know if that is something that should excite me, as he says it like an exciting promise, but I am aware that dirty is not good. My mind wanders to a pig’s pen, a chicken’s cage, mucus on a rag…

Eww.

It is no bother I have those thoughts now. Like who can think straight with a vice grip on their hair?

“This dirty mouth would be a hole for my dick.”

There is no way I would have anticipated the shock I feel, and thud, I am sure it is written all over my face as Jude gives me an arrogant smirk after our eyes lock.

He stands to his full height. With his eyes still on mine, his free hand goes to the zipper of the gray pants be had on. My pulse increases on hearing the thing open.

I don’t see it, but I feel something slap my face.

Something hot and heavy.

My eyes go wider as he releases my hair a bit and I see it.

I definitely know what I am staring at. I might be a virgin, but I am a curious girl, who never want to not know something. And most of my curiosity related to mating has been answered by the few words I permitted Stefani to read to me from her books.

What is now pointing straight at me, is the complete description of what I pictured in my mind from what I heard.

Big, round, standing.

Jude has his grip around it. His hand goes up and down, up and down. This stroking he accentuates with a deep belly groan.

Pleasure.

I ignore the hurt in my knee and watch. If this gives the man I love pleasure, I will learn it, placing it as priority of all the new things I’ll learn in this house.

His previously shut eyes open and land on me. His heavy lidded hungry eyes speaks a foreign language to my soul.

A step is taken closer to me and Jude’s dick is only a breath away from my face. This is where, my knowledge stops, as, like many times, I don’t know what to do.

“Open. I want your mouth.”

Whoa.

I hesitate, trying to understand if that is like a figurative expression, because…

My mouth?

In my confused state, I forget what he had said earlier about his pleasure and his patience. Well, this, he eagerly reminds me in his own ways.

“What are you doing? I said I need your mouth, not your fucking eyes.” He growls.

I get zero time to ponder on his words, as his grips on my goes back to vice grip standard, blurring my vision. But now, he does not throw my head back, instead, he pushes me forward, bringing my face closer to his dick.

“Open.”

I sluggishly open my mouth, pushing out my tongue.

“Push that tongue back in. And no teeth.” He threatens without speaking any threats.

Without further warning, he jams that long thick thing right to the back of my throat.

Tears come to my eyes as I gag.

*. *. *. *

There is a burn in my throat.

My back hurts.

My knees are sore.

My eyes are heavy.

My scalp aches.

But I am fine, because I am I Jude’s room. I am in his bed. I am in his arms.

When he had groaned with pleasure after a century long of going back and forth, stretching out my esophagus, I felt powerful.

Fulfilled for bring my husband pleasure, though my whole body ached. It still does.

But, I am fine.

After he had ordered me to swallow the hot sticky liquid he had spurted into my mouth, he kissed my cheek. Called me pretty, then kissed my dimples when I smiled in reaction.

When he released my hair and my face and ordered me to come to bed, all pain got forgotten. I didn’t wish to be slow, before he changed his mind, but my knees had to get used to the new situation of me standing up.

He moved to bed, leaving me there, as he expected me to immediately follow him. So before my legs could follow through with my brain and move to the bed, his soft snore made announced his sleep.

I smiled as I tuck myself in bed and pushed in between the sheets, getting comfortable in his arms.

Now I lay, still very much awake. My breathe coming out hoarse and unrushed, as my lungs try to recover from its very recent exercise.

Nobody told me that placing your mouth on a man’s dick brings him pleasure. The high from how I feel from accomplishing that, would be something that would last for a while.

I pause to feel, something. Maybe a burn at the side of my neck. I feel…

Nothing.

But why didn’t he mark me?

During intense mating, mates mark each other. That is what I was told by Stefani.

Well, that was intense.

For him.

I guess.

So why didn’t he mark me?

Thoughts and worry become the highlight of my first night in Jude’s bed.

Sleep envelopes me as I lay breathing in Jude’s scent.

Dust. Fresh raindrops.

That is my husband’s scent.