Chapter 10 : Instinct things

"Shall we leave?" Levi asks me, "I think we've been here long enough, don't you?"

I nod, finishing my drink and feeling just slightly dizzy. I'm far from drunk, but after a few glasses of wine and champagne I start to feel my skin warm and my inhibitions distant.

Smiling, I let Levi escort me out. Except for the incident we had at the beginning of the evening with Sebastian, the rest of the night has been peaceful; a few rumors and curious glances, but nothing I haven't gotten used to by now.

Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if tomorrow's local news headline talked about what happened. But I also realize, to my surprise, that I don't care. Levi has shown himself to be able to take care of me, and it's something I'm grateful for.

He has demonstrated a new side of his personality. Unfortunately, so has Sebastian, I think. The way he has tried to publicly humiliate me shows that he really doesn't care about me. In fact, perhaps he never really did.

As I get into the car Levi's gaze lingers on my face for a moment. He seems to notice that I am absorbed in my own thoughts, but says nothing. He starts the late model red convertible and as the night begins to pass around us with speed, he places his hand on my thigh. The fabric of the dress slips and leaves an outrageous amount of skin exposed. Levi doesn't seem bothered by the idea of touching me, and for a moment I decide that I'm not bothered by this either.

The touch of his hand is subtle. He strokes my skin calmly, as if he's grown comfortable doing it. I focus on his touch and the curious impression his closeness makes on me. Of comfort and longing.

It is strange. Inside me, my wolf seems to react positively to his touch. Curiously, with Sebastian, it never happened. Sebastian never prompted a response from her at all. But with Levi, everything is different. She longs to be with him. I have to make an effort to calm her down when Levi is around.

Levi drives in silence until we finally arrive at the imposing mansion on the hill.

Before I get out of the car I stare at him. Levi notices and his eyes get lost in mine.

"Thank you for tonight," I say in a whisper. "I needed to clear my head a little after everything that had happened."

His hand gently squeezes my thigh. He nods softly.

"It's my pleasure," he answers simply, "I'm glad you had a good time."

Then he gets out of the car and comes to open the door for me. He takes my hand to help me out of the car and doesn't let go, but leads me to the mansion

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As I enter, I notice the soft piano music that fills the room, as if to set the mood. The fire in the living room is lit and the lights are off. In the distance I see the reflection of the moon on the lake.

My breath catches for a moment, regarding the beauty of the scene before me. Levi places his hands on my shoulders and begins to massage them gently.

"Do you like it?" he murmurs very close to my neck, and sending shivers down my spine.

"It's beautiful," I reply. The view is breathtaking.

He takes my hand, kisses it gallantly and leads me up the stairs to the main room.

The doors open and I take off my shoes. I sigh, feeling the tension from the stress at the back of my neck.

The fireplace is lit. The lights are low and music floats through the room.

Guided by a strange feeling, I make my way to the balcony. I open the large windows and walk to the railing so that I can rest my hands on it. The night is brisk, and I feel my skin bristle, but there is something about this place, I think, something magnetic and utterly enchanting that draws me in like a moth to the flame.

"Enjoying the view?" Levi asks behind me.

He sets a glass down next to me and stands at my back. His body heat flows through the space between us, warming the bare skin of my back.

He begins to massage my shoulders and a hoarse moan of pleasure arises from my lips, unbidden.

I take the cup, close my eyes and take a sip.

I could get used to this.

"This place is really beautiful," I admit, "I had no idea that it was so lovely. Thank you for bringing me here.'

He moves a little closer to me. I feel his breath against the back of my neck, slowly breathing in my perfume. I bite my lower lip. The bridge of his nose brushes my skin, awakening all of my senses.

Part of me thinks about asking him to step away. It's too soon, I tell myself.

But inside me, my wolf is begging me to let him come closer. There's something about Levi that calls to her. A kind of instinct. And she will be denied no longer.

Levi seems to sense it. He moves a little closer, until his body is pressed against my back. With one hand he tilts my face and then, very slowly begins to kiss my neck, working his way down my skin, until his teeth reach my earlobe.

A soft, slow moan then leaves my lips. He places his hands against my hips and holds me gently and precisely.

"We can't do this," I declare in self preservation, "This is a bad idea."

But that's a lie, and I know it. Everything within me calls to him. I don't know the reason, but I know that the most instinctive part of me wants him. Needs him.

"Why exactly can't we?" he asks, "It certainly feels like a good idea to me.."

I feel his tongue. He glides slowly down my neck, leaving a wet trail in his wake.

His hands slide down my back. They reach for the zipper of my dress and very slowly begin to slide it down.

I hold my breath.

"I don't know," I whisper sincerely, "I think I'm afraid."

"Of what," he asks me softly, "What about me scares you?"

"Of losing control," I tell him, hesitantly, "I don't normally lose control."

Levi smiles against my neck. His mouth kisses my shoulders. His hands start to pull down my suspenders.

"For once," he tells me. "Stop fighting your instincts and just go by them."

My instincts, I try to concentrate on my instincts. Not on what reason is telling me, but on what my wolf is trying to say.

A heartbeat runs through me when he unzips my zipper. And I know I want this. It may be because of the night's entanglements, or maybe it has to do with something beyond reason. I don't know, but the truth is I want it... I want him....

Levi pulls down the dress, which is caught in my cleavage. He slips it off with his fingers, and it falls to the floor. My skin is exposed to the cold of the night. It bristles and struggles between the cold and the heat emanating from it.

I am wearing nothing but lace panties. Behind my back I feel Levi take off his jacket. His mouth starts down my neck, and then his tongue runs down my spine, causing me to shiver. I lift my face and hold back a moan as I bite my lip. He crouches behind my back.

He pulls my panties off with his teeth. Two of his fingers hook into the ends and start them down my hips. By now I have to hold onto the railing to keep from losing my balance. Levi bites my ass and a moan finally escapes my lips at the feel of him.

He slowly rises to his feet. His pelvis sticks to mine. I feel the erection through his clothes and my lips curl from the emotions it triggers inside me. My need.

Levi places his hands at my hips. He makes me turn around, confronting him. I stand, totally aroused and naked in front of this man. The leader of the enemy pack I've ended up betrothed to.

My husband.

He stares into my eyes. His hand goes under my chin. He lifts it up and presses his body against mine. My hands rest on his firm, toned muscles. I feel the tension in them even when they are relaxed.

He tilts his face, moves closer to me... his mouth meets mine. His tongue traces my lower lip slowly, and then possesses me.

And I know I can no longer resist. I'm not aware of anything else, but only of him. Tomorrow I can blame it on the alcohol, I can even pretend I don't remember any of this, but now, I want him to make me forget Sebastian, to make me forget the whispers, the gossip. I want to forget everything and just be his.

My hands then start to run down the buttons of his shirt. But Levi stops me. He lifts me up and carries me into the room, dropping me on the bed while he takes off his shirt himself.

I look down at him, roaming his figure, the part of his skin that is bare. He brings his thumb to his lower lip and runs it across it. He looks me shamelessly up and down.

"I'm going to enjoy this," he whispers, "I promise you. And I always keep my promises."

His body rests on top of mine. I close my eyes and dig my nails into his back, feeling his tongue run down my neck to my breasts; his hands begin to unbutton his pants and he yanks them off, as if they were nothing.

His sex brushes mine. His hands come after me. He holds both of my hands with just one of his and pulls them up over our faces as his tongue begins to play with my nipples, I lose myself in that one delicious sensation.

Inside me I want to scream, to moan his name. My head has lost the battle and stops asking for him to stop. I am out of control. I belong to him. My heart picks up the pace and with each beat I feel my wolf howling, begging him not to pull away.

He spreads my legs, one of his fingers exploring me, feeling the wetness in my sex. He slips inside me once, twice, three times, making me moan in pleasure, and then he takes my thigh, lifts it up and away as his sex settles between my legs.

His lips cover mine, silencing my moans as the tip of his sex finds its entrance into me. I moan in pleasure, bite his lower lip and then pull away from his mouth as he penetrates me.

Only then, a burst of pleasure runs through me, unlike any I've ever known before. Levi grunts against my skin, buries his face in my neck and lets me bite his shoulder.

He releases my hands and clutches one hand around my waist, while the other digs his nails into my buttocks. And I let my fingers run down his back, wanting him closer, deeper inside me. Wanting more, much more of him.

"Levi..."I say again and again, between gasps.

I want to ask him not to stop. I want to ask him to keep going, keep going inside me... deeper, faster…

He seems to know exactly what I want, what I need. At the last instant he spins us around on the bed. He takes me by the hips and sits down, with me on top of him. He then rams me harder, taking one of my breasts with his mouth and biting the nipples as he penetrates me deeper.

And I lift my face, moaning his name tirelessly, feeling everything inside me shatters from the burst of pleasure coursing through me.

One last thrust. My nails dig into his shoulders... And with a hoarse moan from him, and a vibrating one from me, we find ourselves in the throes of orgasm.

Only then do my lips slowly open, and I begin to breathe, raggedly, feeling the layer of sweat covering my skin.

I look at Levi then, kiss his lips slowly and he smiles dangerously.

"Don't flatter yourself," he says against my mouth, like a prelude. "Because we're not done, but only just started."