Fearful secret-5

[ KARL’S POV ]

I sat at the head of the long oak table, my Beta droning on about border patrols and supply lines, but I wasn't hearing a word of it. My mind was back in my bedroom, locked onto the flickering connection of the bond.

I felt it the second she touched herself. A sharp, sweet throb of desire that nearly made me groan out loud in front of the entire council.

“Love that?” I threw the words down the link, my voice dark and commanding.

I felt her jump through the bond—a spike of pure, delicious panic. I could picture her perfectly: tangled in my sheets, skin flushed, her hand frozen. It took everything I had not to stand up and walk out of the room right then.

“Hi, beautiful. Hope your night was blissful,” I teased.

I felt her heart hammering like a trapped bird. She tried to act tough, tried to sound composed, but the bond didn't lie. She was vibrating with a need that only I could satisfy. When she tried to argue about the maid, I shut it down. She was my Luna now; she needed to get used to being taken care of.

Then, I felt her hand move again. The sensation drifted through the link, warm and wet. My grip tightened on my pen until the plastic cracked in my hand.

“Touch your clit again, Selena,” I ordered.

The shock that came back from her was intoxicating. “Do it, Selena. I can feel your heart racing. I know you’re thinking about it.”

I watched my Beta’s mouth move, but all I could feel was the phantom sensation of her fingers. I could feel her slickness, the way her breath was hitching.

“Add another finger, Selena.”

She obeyed instantly. The feeling of her stretching, opening up for me while I was miles away, made my blood boil.

“More than my cock?” I pushed, feeling a surge of possessiveness.

"No... not close. Not even close," her voice echoed in my mind, broken and needy.

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

I felt the stretch, the wetness, the way she was bucking against the bed. My own cock was straining so hard against my pants it was painful. I wanted to be there. I wanted to hear those screams in person, not just in my head.

“I’m still busy now, baby, but I’ll be there soon,” I told her, my voice thick. “Finish for me.”

I cut the link abruptly. I had to. If I stayed connected for one more second, I would have shifted right there in the boardroom and run back to the pack house.

I felt a massive wave of pleasure hit her through the fading connection—a violent, shuddering release that made my own head swim. Then, silence.

I leaned back in my chair, my breathing ragged.

"Alpha?" my Beta asked, looking at me with concern. "Is everything alright?"

"Fine," I growled, adjusted my weight, and looked him dead in the eye. "Make this quick. I have somewhere I need to be."

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The meeting dragged on for another hour, each minute feeling like a slow burn under my skin. I couldn't focus on the numbers or the border maps anymore. All I could think about was Selena, wrecked and waiting in my bed.

I stood up abruptly, the heavy chair scraping loudly against the floor. Every man in the room scrambled to their feet instantly, their eyes darting around, hands hovering near their weapons. They probably thought I’d sensed an ambush or felt danger approaching the pack.

The only danger I was feeling was the fact that Selena was alone in that room, and I wasn't there to give her the dick she deserved.

"You all stay here and finish this without me," I commanded, my voice like gravel.

"What? Alpha, but this is important," my Beta stammered, looking at the half-finished reports. "We haven't even discussed the northern ridge."

"More important than my mate?" I snapped, my eyes flashing.

The tension in the room shifted instantly. A low roar of approval and clapping broke out. Several of the younger warriors let out excited howls that echoed off the walls.

"The Luna!" one of them shouted. "Our Luna is finally here!"

"Go, Alpha!" another yelled with a grin. "Run. Don't keep her waiting."

I didn't need to be told twice. I was out the door and down the hallway before the last howl even faded. My wolf was clawing at the surface, pushing me to go faster. The scent of her, jasmine, honey, and the lingering musk of our morning, was already calling me home.

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I burst into the room, my chest heaving, and stopped dead.

The air was thick with the scent of steam and her floral soap. Selena had just stepped out of the bathroom, her skin glowing and damp, with tiny droplets of water racing down the curves of her body. One of the maids was standing there, holding out a fresh robe to wrap around her.

"Get out," I commanded.

My voice wasn't loud, but it held a weight that made the maid freeze for a split second before she bowed her head and hurried out, clicking the door shut behind her.

Selena stood there, frozen, looking at me with wide, dark eyes. She looked so small, so fragile, yet she was the only thing in this world that could bring me to my knees. The water from her hair dripped onto her shoulders, and I watched one bead travel slowly down the mark I’d left on her neck.

"Karl," she whispered, her voice a mix of surprise and that same deep need I’d felt through the bond. "You’re back early."

I didn't say a word. I walked toward her, my boots heavy on the floor, until I was standing right in her space. The heat coming off her body was intoxicating. I reached out, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw before tilting her face up to mine.

"I couldn't stay away," I rasped, my fingers tangling in her wet hair. "Every second I was in that meeting, I was feeling you. I could feel your skin, your breath... I could feel how much you wanted me."