Page 39 of His Sunshine Baby

This time, he looks angry and frowns.

“I don’t give a fuck about the packs, or your Alpha. I do whatever the hell I want, Elena, and I don’t answer to anyone about who I’m seeing.”

“Well, you may not care but I do! If my Alpha finds out about us, I may be punished or banished! Don’t you realize I’m the one at risk here?”

His expression softens, and his hand gently caresses my back, venturing under my blouse to give me delicious chills. I can’t hold back a shiver, and this fever rising under my skin.

“Is that why you’re refusing me? You think I would let you be banished? And your Alpha, no, your clan doesn’t need to know in the first place.”

Damn him and his overconfidence! Can’t he understand the place I’m in right now! But it’s even harder to oppose him when his hands are quietly caressing me at the same time, one under my top and the other on my leg, and his whole body is cornering me against the cold wall.

I look for something to say, but his lips suddenly ravage my neck, and my breathing gets more erratic from the kisses he lays there. When did he undo my first button? I put my hand on his chest and, after a second of gathering whatever strength I have left, I push him away, forcing him to look at me.

“Weren’t you the one who wanted a one-time thing to begin with? You said we would be done after! One night and that was it, remember?”

He stays silent and expressionless for a second, and in that short while, I have the illusion he might have come back to his senses. But all of a sudden, his hand suddenly ventures under my skirt and I gasp involuntarily, grabbing his wrist by reflex. That doesn’t stop him one bit, though, as I feel his fingers roam underneath and start playing with my most vulnerable parts. He smiles upon feeling my moistness, and I blush unconditionally from this sweet torture.

“Who is it that doesn’t want more?”

I bite my lip, annoyed at him. How dare he? Of course I would be excited after he played with me like that! But he doesn’t care about my frustration, and suddenly starts an intense, deep kiss.

I know I should fight him off, push him and his lips, his fingers away, but I don’t. My body isn’t acting rationally anymore. I’m overtaken by the pleasure, the sensations this man is giving me. I hold onto him, giving in to my desire and letting him do whatever he wants. Nate just keeps going, both with his devilish kisses and fingers moving actively under my skirt. I feel my legs going numb, and my hand clenching around his wrist. Itry to keep up with his intense kiss, his lips playing, his tongue flirting with mine. When he switches from my lips to my neck, I try to catch my breath, but it’s erratic and messed up by the pleasure he’s giving me.

Moon Goddess, he is insane. I close my eyes, trying to control my voice. But I feel it coming, and soon enough, the movements of his fingers get more intense, driving me crazy. I whisper his name uncontrollably, again and again, like a quiet prayer. When I suddenly feel this familiar heatwave brutally hitting me, my whole body tenses up, and I relish in a muffled cry against his shoulder.

It takes a few seconds for me to get out of this trance and calm down. Nate supports me and my numb legs while I come back to my senses, but neither of us say a thing. I just need to catch my breath, calm down, and realize what the hell just happened. I must be crazy. In a few minutes, maybe five or ten, I let him give me a damn orgasm in the bathroom!

“I hate you,” I mutter, with a voice less angry than I would want it to sound.

“Is that a yes?” he asks with a smirk.

“No.”

“No to what? My question, or…?”

“I did not say yes.”

He sighs and helps me walk to the bathroom sink, as I want to rinse my face, and he washes his hands. I’m still not really thinking straight, half scandalized by what happened, and half lost in a post-orgasmic daze. He crosses his arms, staring at me with a complicated expression.

“What would it take for you to say yes?”

“What would it take for you to give up?” I sigh.

“Oh please, Elena. You liked it. We both enjoy sex with each other, why won’t you admit it?”

“I enjoy the sex, alright. What I don’t like are all the risks that come with it!”

“What risks? We are not going public or getting into anything serious. Just strangers having fun once in a while. No need to let anyone know what is happening between us. No strings attached, no obligations.”

He looks very composed and serious. I sigh. His arguments are starting to get in my head, and I hate that. I have a hundred reasons to say no, yet I can’t bring myself to refuse him. How insane is that? I put my hair back and check my appearance in the mirror while he waits. After a while, I just leave the bathroom, with him following right behind me. I walk to the wine cellar, looking for any bottle. But Nathaniel is faster in grabbing one and comes to face me again. My whole body reacts to his proximity again, and I step back.

“So?” he asks, finally getting impatient.

“Let me think about it, okay?” I blurt out.

He frowns, but he seems to accept it.

“How long?”

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