Fearful secret-4

I woke up the next day feeling like I’d been hit by a truck—a very handsome, very muscular truck. Six rounds. Karl had taken me for six rounds before he finally let me sleep.

"Hmm," I groaned, trying to push myself up. Every muscle in my body protested. I felt a sharp, lingering ache on my neck, and when my fingers brushed over the skin, a heat that had nothing to do with fever rushed to my cheeks. I had been marked. I was officially claimed. I couldn't wait to get to a mirror and see the proof for myself.

As I shifted, a sudden throb between my legs made me gasp, my clit was swollen and throbbing hard. My hand instinctively slid down under the silk sheets, seeking relief.

"Fuck," I murmured, rubbing myself slowly, my eyes fluttering shut as I tried to soothe the ache he’d left behind.

“Love that?”

A voice boomed inside my head, rich and dark. It was Karl. I bolted upright, ripping my hand away as if I’d been burned.

"H... hi, Alpha," I stammered into the empty room, blushing so hard my ears felt hot. Thank the moon goddess he wasn't actually standing there to see me.

“Hi, beautiful. Hope your night was blissful,” he teased. I could practically hear the smirk in his tone.

How could he even ask that after what he put me through? "I’m fine, Karl," I projected back, trying to sound a lot more composed than I felt.

“A maid will be coming to tend to your needs,” he informed me, his tone shifting to that of a focused leader. “I had to leave early to attend to pack business. I'll be back to join you shortly.”

"No! Karl, no maid! I can help myself," I said quickly. The last thing I wanted was some girl I used to work with coming in here to find me looking wrecked and covered in the Alpha's scent. The gossip would spread through the kitchens faster than a wildfire.

“A maid will be coming and that’s final, Selena. You’re my mate. You need to start getting used to your position as the Luna.”

Luna? Me? I bit my lip, a small, involuntary smile tugging at my mouth.

****“Yes, we’re the Luna now, dummy,” Lena groaned in my head, sounding entirely too smug. “See what you made us miss out on all this while?”***

“Yes, Selena, you sure did miss a lot,” Karl chuckled.

I froze. My eyes went wide as I realized the link was wide open. Was this how the bond worked? I could feel his amusement, his possessiveness, and his lingering hunger hitting me in waves, all while my own wolf was gossiping with him in the background. It was a total lack of privacy.

“Touch your clit again, Selena.”

My jaw dropped. "What?" I whispered out loud.

“You heard me,” he growled through the bond, his voice dropping an octave. “Do it. I want to feel how much you want me even when I’m not in the room.”

I swallowed hard, my throat feeling dry. The command in his voice was a physical weight, pressing me back down into the pillows. I looked around the empty, sun-drenched bedroom, feeling exposed even though I was completely alone.

“Do it, Selena,” he whispered through the bond, his voice a rough vibration in the back of my mind. “I can feel your heart racing. I know you’re thinking about it.”

Slowly, with my breath hitching in my chest, I slid my hand back under the sheets. The skin of my inner thighs was still sensitive, humming from the friction of his touch last night. When my fingers finally grazed that swollen, aching spot, I let out a jagged moan.

“That’s it,” Karl growled. Through the link, I felt a sudden surge of heat from him—a sharp, jagged spike of desire that told me he was feeling exactly what I was doing. “Close your eyes and see me. See me standing right there.”

I did. I closed my eyes and pictured him, the way his muscles corded when he moved, the dark, predatory look in his eyes when he pinned me down. I started to rub myself, my pace picking up as the pressure built. My breath came in short, panicked gasps.

“Fuck, Selena... you’re so tight, so wet,” he rasped. It was a strange, dizzying sensation, knowing he was miles away but feeling his presence inside my head like he was hovering right over me.

My back arched off the mattress. I was losing myself in the rhythm, my fingers working feverishly. Every time I moved, the mark on my neck throbbed, a constant reminder that I belonged to him. The pleasure was intense, sharp, and overwhelming.

“Karl,” I whimpered out loud, my voice echoing in the quiet room.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice thick with a hunger that made my stomach flip. “Tell me who you’re coming for.”

“For you,” I choked out, my body tightening as I reached the edge. “Always for you.”

"Add another finger, Selena."

I added another finger without a second thought, my body acting on his command before my brain could even process it. My eyes rolled back into my head as the fullness stretched me out.

"Ahh... fuck, Karl. Fuck, this feels so good," I whimpered, my hips bucking against the mattress.

"More than my cock?" he asked, his voice sounding low and dangerous through the link. I could feel his jealousy spiking, even though it was my own hand I was using.

"No... not close. Not even close," I panted, my voice sounding wrecked.

"Add another finger, baby. Let me see how far you can go."

I added another, a loud, jagged moan ripping from my throat. This felt so fucking good. I was dripping, the sheets beneath me damp with my release, but the ache in my core was only getting deeper. I was stretching myself open for a man who wasn't even in the room.

"I want you, Karl. Please... just come back," I begged, my fingers moving in a frantic, messy rhythm.

"I’m still busy now, baby, but I’ll be there soon," he said, his voice fading. "Finish for me."

Then, the link was cut off. The silence in the room felt deafening after the roar of his voice in my head.

"What?" I gasped, my eyes snapping open. "How could he? How could he just leave me like this?"

My hand didn't stop, though. I couldn't stop. My legs were shaking so hard I couldn't keep them still, and the friction was pushing me right over the cliff.

"Fuccccccck!" I screamed, the word breaking into a sob of pure pleasure as I came in waves. My body collapsed into the bed, my muscles twitching and my heart hammering against my ribs. I lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, feeling used and adored all at once.

He was definitely going to be the death of me.