Chapter 8

He looked at me with a smile, “do you really have to ask? I think you know by now how he is. Especially when it comes to you.”

“I thought you mind linked him back.” Confusion was written all over my face. 

“I did, but he was still mad,” he said with a chuckle.

“Did he hurt you this morning?’’ I asked him, concerned.

“I believe he would never kill me, but he is still the god of war,” he said with an eye roll.

“So, it’s true?” I asked.

“It's not my place. You should really talk to him,” he said with a sigh.

We walked inside. I wanted his touch. But he wouldn’t let me hold his hand. He was right, I shouldn’t have annoyed Ares this much. The entire packhouse looked like a mess. As if he tossed everything around. Carson pointed to the stairs.

“Is there anywhere else than his bedroom I could talk to him?” I asked with an eye roll. I could hear Carson laugh at my comment.

“He’s not as romantic as me,” he said with a wink.

I made my way upstairs, and when I reached the top of the stairs I turned around, meeting Carson’s gaze. His eyes filled with worry and longing. I gave him a soft smile before walking towards Ares’s bedroom.

The door of Ares's bedroom was slightly open. I pushed it further open and walked inside. His room looked even more like a mess than the ravage downstairs. His bed was torn to pieces.

When I heard the shower running, I made my way into his bathroom. I looked at the bathtub where we had one of our moments and felt a blush forming on my cheeks. I looked over to the shower and saw Ares standing under it with his hands on the wall. His breathing was heavy. I walked toward him, but he wouldn’t look at me.

I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower. I placed myself in front of him and took his arms. Letting them fall around me. He pulled me close, sniffing me. The tingling sensation ran over my entire body.

“You smell like him,” he said with a growl.

I pulled myself up, standing on my toes. Trying to pull him closer. When a laugh left his lips.

“Can't reach little wolf,” he said, amused.

I smiled in return, “there is the man I fell in love with.”

He lifted me up and pressed me against the cold tiles. I pinned my legs around his waist when his lips pressed on mine. His kiss devoured me. I wondered if he would have the same strength as Carson. He pressed his hardened length against me, my moan filled his mouth. I didn’t want this moment to stop, but I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back.

“Are you coming back on your promise?” I asked him with a cocked eyebrow.

“Do you want me to?” He asked with a smug smile.

“I do think we have some things to talk about.”

He moved his lips closer, “later,” he whispered before his lips fell on mine.

My arousal flooded me, I wanted him completely. His hand slowly moved down my body, everywhere he touched the tingling sensation emerged. He rubbed his thumb over my hardened nipple before pressing his hips harder against mine.

“Tell me again you want to talk,” he said teasingly.

His hand moved further down, I pulled his lips back to mine. He moved his finger between my wet folds, my moan filled his mouth. His fingers started playing with my sensitive spot. The sensation I was feeling was something I never felt before. I wanted more of him, needed more of him.

When he moved his hand away. I missed his touch immediately. He kept me close while turning off the shower and making his way to his destroyed bed. I chuckled when he noticed. He walked toward the lounge chair and tossed me on it and pinned my legs to the side. When he placed himself before me on his knees, I could hear him mumble ‘’your mine’’

He started kissing my inner thighs, making his way up to my wet folds. My sensitive spot throbbed in anticipation. He flicks his tongue over it.

“Say that your mine,” he said.

With me not responding, he flicks his tongue again. My back arched in response.

“Say it,” he said with a small growl.

A shiver ran down my spine. My breath hitched in the back of my throat. I moved my own hand down, wanting release. He quickly gripped my hand and tossed it aside, “no cheating little wolf.”

His warm tongue flicks over the sensitive spot again before he sucks on it. A loud moan left my lips. He kept moving, playing, teasing me until I could feel my orgasm rise. Just before I found my release, he stopped.

“Say your mine,” he said, demanding.

“This is cheating,” I said with a moan when he flicked his tongue over it again.

He continued playing with me, I felt my orgasm rise again until it washed over me like a tidal wave. My whole body was shaking. It left me breathless.

“You won this time, little wolf,” he said before moving up and kissing me passionately. Making me taste myself.

He pressed himself between my legs, moving his hardened length through my wet folds. He held it at my entrance, pressing it gently.

“Do you want more?” He asked in a whisper. I nodded in return. I didn’t want this moment to pass.

Before he pressed himself further in. I could hear the bedroom door opening and someone stepping inside.

“Sure, you can play with her, but I’m not allowed. Doesn’t seem fair,” Carson said with his bottom lip pouting.

A growl left Ares's lips, I gripped his head. Turning his head toward mine, “I don’t mind sharing,” I whispered to him.

“Never,” he growled in return. He placed his arm around my waist, lifting me up before placing his head on my neck. I could feel his breath on the marking spot.

“No, Ares, don’t,” I screamed.