Chapter 598
The rain dropped heavily over the windows and spilled onto the balcony before going through the holes.
The cool air gushed, and the rainy weather made me cozy.
I was sound asleep when I heard a thunderstorm so loud and terrifying that I was jolted out of my sleep.
I gasped, alert, and felt a firm hand on my arm.
I opened my eyes and saw that I was in the arms of none other than Xaden.
He held me in such a firm foetal position.
He didn’t suffocate me; instead, he held me in such a position that I was safe.
I looked at him and admired his beauty.
His perfect, long, dark lashes that women would kill to have.
His full brows that were so well carved, you would think it had been done by a stylist, when I knew better than anyone else that it was natural.
His dark hair framed his head.
Everything about him radiated beauty and perfection.
As he slept peacefully, he looked like a child, and all I wanted to do was hold him and protect him from the imperfect world outside.
I wanted to hate him with everything in me, and yet I couldn’t.
Yet all I could think of was how he carried as much trauma as I did.
Remembering what Eleanor had told me about him had made me see him in a different light.
To everyone else, he was the greatest Alpha who ever lived.
He had done better than his ancestors ever had, and yet on the inside, he was a sad and lonely man.
I reached out to touch his hair gently.
He smelled masculine, and yet a mix of feminine aura enveloped him.
He smelled like Xaden.
As the rain poured heavily, I slowly touched his hair and cupped his cheek.
How could I explain that looking at him made parts of myself melt?
Made me fall in love with him even more.
He grumbled in his sleep and held me firmly.
I paused for a while until he was calm.
The creases on his forehead disappeared, replaced by a relaxed expression.
I wondered if he had held me in his sleep or if he had done it before he slept off.
Regardless of how it was, I wanted it to last forever.
I wanted to stay with him here.
He turned his head very gently, and I let my fingers trace his cheeks.
He began to mumble in his sleep.
At first, it was a soft and light mumbling, but soon his body began to tremble.
He began to growl hostilely, and so I pulled back.
This was like De Ja vu.
The very first night I had spent in his bedroom, when I had collapsed from being poisoned, he had behaved just like this.
I could see the fur on his chest begin to appear, and his tattoos slowly fade away.
I didn’t need to look down to know that his claws had started to sprout.
He started howling, still in his sleep, during this transformation, and then he began to whimper.
Like a wounded wolf.
He whimpered amidst howling, and so without thinking, I caught him in my arms and whispered into his ears.
“It’s okay,” I informed him. “I’m here. Nothing is going to happen to you. It’s okay.”
He kept on struggling before I kissed his forehead gently.
His body instantly went stiff.
He ultimately stopped shaking.
I saw the fur begin to disappear, and the claws began to recede.
He was transforming back.
I rubbed his hair and held him close to me:
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “It’s only a nightmare. I’m here.”
His breathing stabilized, and soon he was back to normal.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
This was the second time this had happened.
Was it nightmares from his attack as a child?
We had never spoken about it before.
I felt his groin harden against me, and I paused.
My body shamelessly reacted with my nipples getting hard.
Soon, his hands that were supposed to be asleep, slowly traced my body and found my arms.
I couldn’t tell whether he was asleep or awake.
My inner parts began to tingle with desire for his touch.
He mumbled softly as he began to use his fingers to trace my thighs.
I moaned in pleasure as I shamelessly parted my thighs so he could have better access.
His fingers soon went in, and I closed my eyes as I chewed my bottom lip.
He ran his spare finger over my nipples and began to rub them, stimulating me further.
I gasped in pleasure as his fingers slowly worked in between my legs.
I was so wet and moist that I could hear the friction between his finger and my juices.
In an instant, he was over me and his eyes wide open stared down at me.
Thunder struck, and for a split second, I saw his face clearly.
His eyes were filled with hunger and passion.
He went down on me, and when I believed he was going to kiss my lips, he went down on my neck.
I gasped as he began sucking on me.
While sucking on my neck, he rubbed in between my legs in a gentle, yet up-and-down motion.
I could feel myself spilling more.
“Gods Jasmine.” He gasped.
I parted my legs wider for me.
I was so shameless in my hunger and passion for him.
I needed him so much.
I desired to feel him enter me.
“Xaden, please,” I begged him. “I need you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He told me with fear in his eyes.
I shook my head as I cupped his cheek. “You’re not going to. Please.”
It seemed that was all the confirmation he needed.
In a matter of seconds, his pants were gone, and I could now feel his manhood so large and hard rubbing against me.
I began to weep.
“Please, Xaden, please,” I begged.
He rubbed himself against my wetness, denying me the pleasure of filling him.
Unable to take it anymore, I grabbed his manhood and guided it inside.
With my help, he drove inside me.
I screamed the moment he went in.
He didn’t waste time.
He began to move back and forth inside me.
I screamed while he groaned in pleasure.
He called my name and groaned every time he plunged back in.
I gasped, moaning my ears off.
I grabbed the bedsheets, the pillows, and his back.
ANYTHING!
We both acted like feral beasts, dying to quench our thirst.
The cold weather and heavy raindrops only intensified our passion.
I screamed as I felt myself begin to come, and as though he knew I was reaching my heights, he quickened his pace and started to ram himself
In and out of me.
I could hear the water in between my legs splashing with friction.
In a matter of seconds, he exploded inside me, and I came, my entire body vibrating.