Chapter four

CHAPTER FOUR

Thankfully, I made it to the house and ran to my room before locking the door, my hand against my chest as adrenaline and fear work themselves through my system and I try to catch my breath.

I eventually lay down on the bed and closed my eyes.

Sunlight burned into the darkened room, followed by a singsong voice.

“Wake up, Sleepyhead.” Patricia called. I grunted softly and turned towards the other side of the bed.

“It’s barely morning, girlie,” I murmured.

“Get up, young lady,” she said again, coming closer and shaking me as gently as she could.

“Patricia” I moaned pitifully and made myself turn. I stretched up on the bed and flexed my limbs.

"A little extra sleep would ultimately have been much appreciated," I groaned as I massaged my temples.

“All right, breakfast time.” Patricia gave a shrug. "Except, of course, you'd prefer not to eat a typical breakfast.” She offered,

"I could simply inform the servant to bring it here."

“No, thank you. I’d freshen up now.” I shook my head, clambering off the bed.

There was no other way I’d miss being in Harold’s presence.

When I reached the dining hall, Patricia and her father had settled at the big dining table.

I choked back a "wow" as I observed the magnificence.

Despite the fact that it wasn't my first time seeing it, I could not help but be in awe of the castle's overall beauty.

“Patricia, Alpha Harold, good morning." I bowed and sat down next to Patricia. I leaned in to whisper to Patricia after taking a quick glance at the big spread on the table.

"Are we have a party?" I pointed to the feast that was arranged on the table and inquired in jest.

"Not if you have an occasion for celebration you'd like to have." With a shrug, she started eating.

I had just started eating when I saw Harold staring at me.

“Why did you leave your pack?"

A spoonful of scrumptious looking prawns was on its way to my mouth when I heard that question. Feeling a sudden lump in my throat, I placed the spoon down. Minutes passed, and I knew he was waiting for an answer.

I parted my lips to speak when Patricia cut in. “Can we talk about this some other time, dad?” She requested.

I sighed gratefully, watching his actions without showing that he was. He held a glass of wine and raised it gracefully. I stifled a moan. Goddess, his actions alone were enough to arouse me.

He took a sensual sip, and I looked away, feeling my nipples hardening. When was the last time I was intimate with anyone? Ever since the last douche I dated a few years ago. I hadn’t had any good sex since then.

"Sure" was just a word of his, and my hands curled into a fist. He was turning me into a bag of arousal.

“Please excuse me." My voice barely comes out as a whisper.

Without waiting for another minute, I rushed away towards my room. I placed my back against the door, breathing hard. I didn’t need to check; I could feel my juices soaking through my panties. I thank my stars that none of them saw my hardened nipples peeking through my dress.

The goddess knew why I hadn’t worn a bra to shield my nipples.

I needed to get release. I needed an orgasm. The thought had barely formed in my head when I rushed towards the bathroom, shutting the door.

I went under the shower and turned it on. Placing my leg on the wall, I closed my eyes.

I picture Harold tracing his lips over my shoulder, and I shudder.

I pushed my head back, my finger moving farther down my leg. I rubbed gently on my folds through the material and moaned softly. I was aroused beyond my imagination and control.

Picturing last night's scene, water dripped down his nude body, looking like a male god made me moan again.

I pushed my index finger in through the material. The water rained down harder. I bit on my lower lip as I pictured him going down on me, his fingers working magic on my clit.

I pushed my index and middle fingers simultaneously into my warm entrance, moaning loudly as I did so.

I arched a little, encircling my fingers and pumping in and out of my opening. Feeling my juices slip through my fingers as I did so aroused me even more.

I imagined him standing behind me, biting softly on my earlobe, and taking my twin peaches in his warm hands, and I felt my climax drawing near.

I pumped in and out faster, my moans grew louder, and for a second, I thought someone might hear me.

“Fuck Harold, give it to me” I said, taking the words out of my mouth. The water glided down my legs.

I massaged my twin buds alternatively, just when I felt my orgasm wreck my body. I felt myself in high clouds, in the realm of ecstasy.

I let out a final moan and fell to the floor. My body trembled, and I fought not to scream too loud. I was wet, with water this time, weak and tired.

I lay on the floor with my hand still stuck in my opening.

I felt good—a satisfaction I have not had in two whole years.

While I was still thinking through my array of sensual thoughts, I heard a loud bang on the toilet door.

Pearl, come out!" the voice called. I opened my eyes in shock. I was wet from head to toe; what do I tell them happened to me?

I braced myself and managed to answer the door because the knocking was getting too much. I clicked the door open and soon came face-to-face with Patricia.

“Pearl, I’m sorry about what my dad said to you." Patricia apologized.

"It's fine,” I told her. She studied my face for a while, then rushed back to my closet. In no time, she returned with my white towel.

“You should dry yourself; you look like a wet cat,” she teased. I flashed her a smile. If only she knew that I hadn't been under that shower with my clothes because her dad asked why I left my pack.

She would probably not be standing in front of me with a pitiful look in her eyes. Whatever he said back there didn’t bother me for one bit.

What bothered me is the fact that I find her father sexually attractive. I blinked and took the towel from her, then went on to dry myself like she had asked.

“Thank you, bestie; I don’t know what I would have done without you," I told her sincerely.

"Oh, come on, girl." We are best friends, and best friends are sisters; besides, you would do the same if I were in this position,” she said and giggled. I smiled at her. Patricia was the sweetest soul I have ever known. I quickly changed my clothes into something dry.

“My archery practice time is in the evening; you should join me,” Patricia pleaded. I hesitated for a while before nodding my approval to her request. She knows that as long as I want to remain safe in this pack, going out in public isn’t safe for me.

We spoke for a while, and then we both slept off.

A light tap on my leg woke me up from a little wonderland sleep. I squinted my eyes and rubbed them a little for a clear view.

“It’s time, Pearl; we are running late, '' Patricia told me. I hurriedly got into my closet and changed into a short jean skirt and a white shirt.

We came down the stairs together, but then I excused myself to go get chilled water from the kitchen because I was dehydrated.

I took a glass and placed it on the large counter, then turned it into a bit of water.

As I took the glass to my mouth for a sip, Harold’ face and how he sensually raised his glass in the morning played in my head.

I shut my eyes and took a hasty gulp, but I was halfway done with the water in the cup when I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.

“Bestie, I am also done," I said, but then a hand suddenly gripped me by the waist, pulling me closer and pressing me into a hard masculine body.

I could feel his bulge against my back as he ran the tip of his finger from my neck down to my belly button, sniffing me all along. Though my mouth wanted to plead with him to leave me, my body responded to every single touch he gave me. He turned me around and took my lips in a warm, deep kiss.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said softly.

“Ssssshhh…. I know you want me; don't fight it. I see how you look at me,” he said in a hushed tone, more like a whisper.

My heart skipped a beat at his words. How on earth did he know what I was thinking?

“Oh! Pearl, let this be our little secret; she doesn’t have to know; no one has to know,” he replied softly, then parted my lips again in a warm kiss.

“Pearl!” Patricia’s voice rang out from somewhere behind me.