I’d taken her hard and fast. I’d taken her slow, making her beg to come. I’d made her come so hard she’d cried, then I’d made her come so many times she’d lost her voice from screaming.
And still, it wasn’t enough.
I felt like I couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t feel her contracting around me enough, couldn’t taste her soul enough to stop, so I kept going. I forced her to come until all she could do was hold on to me, her body a quivering mess, and take every bit of everything that I was giving her.
When I finally let up, I held her while her body continued to contract with aftershocks, I held her until the sun came up and then I quietly woke her, carrying her to the shower and bathing her before forcing her awake enough that she could say goodbye to the pack.
Shane and I had decided to drive her to the train station together. I drove, needing something, anything to take my mind off the fact that I’m about to say goodbye to Enya for six long months. And in that time …
My stomach clenches at the thought of another man having her, touching her, tasting her, being inside her. It’s not logical, it’s not fair, but it’s how I feel.
“What did you do to her?” Shane asks, looking at Enya who is passed out in the back seat.
I glance in the rearview mirror. She’s out cold. She barely had the energy to say goodbye to the pack and get in the car before she was out again.
“I wore her out. I shouldn’t have. It was bad form on my part, but… I wanted her to remember me while she’s gone.”
“Because she might ever forget you?” he asks, as if I’m crazy.
“I don’t know what’s between your sister and I Shane. What I do know is that I hate that she’s leaving. I hate that I won’t get to see her for six months.” I leave the part about me hating her being with another man out.
“You fell in love with her, didn’t you?” he asks quietly.
“Yes. Yes, I did and that is so fucking dangerous.”
“Because she’s under eighteen?”
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“Because, what if she’s not my mate, Shane? What if she’s not mine and I’ve given her my heart?” I say, my voice getting tight.
He reaches out and grips my shoulder. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Isn’t that what you always tell me? Fight today’s battles today. Leave tomorrow’s battles until tomorrow. Do you still feel like the Academy is the best place for her?”
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