#Chapter 4 (Jonathan) One-Night Stand

Heat rose through his body until it reached his face as he looked at the woman he loved. But all he could think about was how stupid she was only an hour beforehand. If he hadn’t shown up when he did, that man would have had his way with her. The things he would have done to her.

He clenched his fists as the thought invaded his mind once again. He was furious.

How could he have let this happen? He spent the last 5 years keeping watch of her and protecting her without her even knowing about it. How could he let this go under his radar? His lip curled up as he thought more about it.

She looked taken back by the look that was surfacing on his face. He could feel her nervousness; it almost turned into fear. Her eyes showed so much worry, and then traces of sadness and heartbreak appeared.

He sighed as he turned away, giving her the privacy she needed to undress and bathe herself. He wasn’t exactly sure why she wanted him to stay. But as she stripped, he felt her closeness. Her fingers traced his spine through his shirt and her bare body pressed against his. He allowed her to remove his shirt as he turned back to face her.

Her features were radiating.

As their lips touched, he noticed they still had the slight taste of beer. Her lips felt as soft as he imagined. He allowed his teeth to trace her bottom lip and tugged on it gently. A small moan escaped through the back of her throat. He bit harder, bringing her body close to his.

Her breasts pressed against his bare skin. He cupped one in the palm of his hand and brought it to his lips. Tracing her nipple with his tongue, she threw her head back and let out the sounds of her pleasure. He tugged it gently with his teeth while his fingers explored the rest of her body.

Once he found her vagina, she leaned against the sink to keep her balance. He loved that he could make her feel like this. She kept her eyes closed as he brought her to the brink of an orgasm.   

At that point, he thought she’d be done but was shocked to find that Arina had switched their positions and was now pushing him against the sink almost urgently.

He pulled away, gazing down at her breathlessly.

“Are you sure?” He asked, his tone husky.

“I just need to feel something,” she whispered.

He knew she was a virgin, and she was still a little drunk. He didn’t want to hurt her and her certainly didn’t want to overstep. He couldn’t stop thinking about how that man had his hands all over her. He never wanted another man to touch her like that again.  

He leaned down and placed his lips firmly on hers. He pressed her against the sink, pressing his body against hers. He thought about how that man had her pinned against the wall and how terrified she was. He clutched the sink with both his hands to keep himself from punching into the wall behind her.

How could she let another wolf touch her in such a way?

He was the only one allowed to touch her like that. Never again will he allow another to lay his fingers on Arina.

She was his.

Her fingers traced the outline of his pants until they were around his ankles. Her breathing was sharp; she was hungry for him just as he was hungry for her.

He allowed his tongue to explore her mouth curiously. The softness of her tongue met his, and they stayed like that for a few moments. Continuing to explore one another.

Arina’s touch sent chills down his spine, yet she was so warm and soft.

He needed more of her.

She broke the kiss and began sending a small trail of kisses down his torso until she reached her knees. Wrapping her lips around his penis she began sucking slowly. He held his head back as she continued to suck on his erection. Her tongue traced over the tip and down his length. Her lips eventually rounded the perimeter and her speed quickened.

He watched as traces of her drool dripped off his shaft; she used her hand to keep it from dripping any further. Her hand caressed his shaft delicately as her tongue traced his tip. She was taking him all in; her soft moans caused him to release some of his pre-juices into her mouth.

Her eyes lit up as it reached her tongue, and she was able to taste him.

He rubbed her hair gently with his fingertips. But he stopped her before he reached his climax.

“Wait…” he said, breathlessly. “I don’t want to finish like this.”

He brought her back up to his lips and kissed her. He reached his medicine cabinet, which hung near the sink, and pulled out a condom. He tore the silver wrapping with his teeth, growling in the process.

She watched as he placed it on himself; eagerly waiting.

He was done holding back; he wanted her. He wanted all of her.

Lifting her onto the sink, he heard her soft moans as he inserted himself into her. Beads of sweat piling on her forehead began to mix in with the tears she once cried. She closed her eyes, allowing the sensation to fill her body.

Once again, his mouth found hers. His tongue traced hers for a moment before gently caressing her bottom lip. He held her close; afraid of letting go. He worried if he let go, she would disappear. He wanted to keep her there for as long as he could; he finally had her, and he wasn’t letting anything happen to her.

At that moment, Jonathan hated himself for staying away for so long; not knowing what was happening to his mate. He wanted Alpha Rock to pay for the damages he’s done.

The more anger that built up inside of him, the harder he thrust. Arina let out a painful moan, but she didn’t stop him. She needed this as badly as he did.

They were joined together as one. Their emotions, their bodies, their hatred, and their anger were connected through their passion.  

With a final thrust, they both finished together. Her body collapsed against his.

Arina looked exhausted and Jonathan knew she needed to get some rest. He wanted to give her some privacy so she can finish cleaning up; this time she didn’t stop him from leaving the bathroom.

Her silence sent a ping of disappointment to his heart; he worried she was upset with him. But he also knew that with her only being 18 and him being 24, he needed to be careful.

It didn’t take her long to come out of the bathroom. She had on the shirt he left for her; as predicted it covered her entire body, down to her knees. Her features still glistened from the shower and her blonde curls hung in loose wet ringlets draping around her shoulders.

“You should get some sleep,” Jonathan told her as he motioned for the bed across the room. She looked at the bed and looked back at him; her cheeks glowing pink as she remembered the events from not long ago. He held onto her gaze for a long while before she broke the connection.

She slid into his bed and under the blanket; she looked so comfortable.

He could get used to seeing her there.

“Jonathan…” she said sleepily.

“Yeah?” He asked in return.

“Thank you for coming back for me.”