5. High And Dry

Kane's POV

Either Delilah must be a virgin or she's incredibly weak to match my energy. Still, I kiss her. I kiss the hell out of her because I don't want her to die. Even if it means having sex with her, I will. She needs to be alive. I need to find out why she's immune to my powers, why the Ultima wants her dead, and what makes her so special.

I hold up her face to mine to avoid our mouths slipping from each other. She is barely able to hold up her head but I give her the support she needs and kiss her slowly. Softly. I don't stop. With my other hand, I trace down her shoulders and hold her hand. It's freaking cold, like ice.

I separate my lips from hers and look into her eyes. They trail down to my lips.

"More..." the soft voice of her wolf calls to me again.

I need to switch things up. I need to make her feel me as much as she can in this state. But how do you make love to an almost unconscious woman?

My eyes immediately move down to her legs. The previous night she woke up when I touched her. Maybe, just maybe, she will be more responsive if I roam my hands all over her active spots.

Her dress is low cut and a bit big so there's enough allowance for me to slide my hands underneath her skirt. My fingers softly draw lines over her thigh. I use my thumb to graze the lining of her panties and gently spread her legs apart.

Moving the silk fabric of her panties aside, I feel over her vulva and slightly deep my finger into her entrance. There's no response at all. I'm not a pro at these things but her walls are supposed to clench over my fingers or something.

She weakly watches me as I slowly enter her for the first time. If she keeps up like this then there's certainly going to be more. And I won't be stopping anytime soon.

I slide her panties down and slowly move my middle finger in and out of her. I go slowly and use my two hands.

Her leg twitches five minutes in and a look of hope lights up my face. I increase my pace, rubbing faster, stroking deeper. Her leg twitches again and a moan escapes her lips. This is the first sound she's making. I continue working on her, now, even faster than before and I feel her getting warm around my fingers. She moans, louder than before and shifts her head. Her hand presses into the bed and I feel her legs stiffen. Yet I continue. She's not there yet. I want her to be full of life.

A groan escapes her lips. She shoots her eyes open and another moan escapes her lips as her legs begin to shake on the bed. She draws her legs together. Quickly, I withdraw my fingers which are now covered with her liquid.

Her body stirs in bed and she continues to moan and whimper. People will hear the sound and begin to wonder what is happening. I reach up and cover her mouth with mine to reduce the sound of her moans.

This time, our kiss doesn't feel one-sided as she matches my energy. Our tongues play together and she turns to me, trying to connect our bodies. I withdraw from her and her breath comes out heavy with need.

Our eyes meet and we hold each other's gaze. Just the previous night, she panicked when I touched her dress. But today, I've gotten inside of her. I almost laugh at the thought.

Standing up erect, I continue looking at her. She watches me as if expecting more. What do I say to her in this moment? Does she really want more? No, I won't indulge her. I did this only to save her life.

"Try to stay warm," I tell her and leave the room, closing the door with a click.

I try not to think much about what happened. On reaching my room, I wash my hands and sit in my armchair to have a drink. Try to stay warm? Why on earth did I tell her that after our make-out session? Maybe it's because it wasn't a make-out session. I was only trying to save her life.

"Sure?" Alexander says within me.

"What do you mean? And where were you when everything was happening?" I asked him inwardly.

"I was letting you and Delilah have your moment. Next time, she and I will do our thing. You know, make things more rough... more beastly..."

I grimace at Alexander's words.

He laughs. "It took you a full seven minutes to get a single moan from her."

"She's a virgin! She was half-conscious! Weak! What did you expect?"

"Some more action. You need to handle strong women like that a little harder. You know what I mean..."

I close my eyes to try and get Alexander's words out of my head. Sadly, he's tied to my subconscious.

"Next time, I will handle things. I won't leave her all high and dry."

"There will be no next time!" I speak outwardly.

Alexander laughs. "Tell me you don't want to jiggle those breasts she keeps hidden underneath her clothes. You're not curious to explore her upper half too?"

"Alex!" I groan and he laughs.

"You call her a virgin, but I bet you're worse than her. Stop acting so tough and allow me to teach you some of my tricks. It comes from ancient knowledge, you know. Do it, and you'd have her vibrating while she screams out your name. Make use of that big co-"

"Shut up!" I shout, and my voice overpowers every other noise in the room.

Without waiting for a second more, I take the bottle of wine to my mouth and drink until I can't hear Alex anymore. Good riddance.

I climb up to my bed to sleep and images of my fingers digging in and out of Delilah fill my mind. Turning in my bed, I try to banish the thoughts but they only become worse. A strange feeling creeps over my body, and when I sleep, I have the naughtiest dream.