=-Bethany's POV=-
"Jacob..." I purred as he rubbed his fingers on it. I moaned softly but I couldn't let myself be seduced by his charms again. I had to regain control of my body. “Stop!” I demanded even before he could do much more than rub his hands together.
However, my words lacked conviction and he didn’t listen. He kept rubbing my clitoris, up and down, and then his finger drew some circles on it, and I could no longer deny the pleasure seeping through my body.
When I arched my back to welcome his touch, he took it as a sign of my submission and without further ado, his finger penetrated me. I screamed in pleasure because I loved what he did to me. I spread my legs a little wider to give him more access and before I knew it, his tongue replaced his finger.
“Ohhhh…,” I purred softly like a kitten while grabbing some of his hair as he licked my folds vigorously. Although it wasn’t the first time he did it to me, the pleasure I got from it remained great and unfathomable! I loved how his tongue caressed my intimate part, and I would do everything to keep him doing it.
He ate me. Licked me. Caressed me. He did everything to satisfy my craving, and I could no longer count how many times I screamed for his name. Jacob was an adept lover, so there’s no wonder why he has a lot of women.
Suddenly, the thought of him with another woman caused my stomach to churn, and my mood changed abruptly. He probably noticed the changes because he stopped what he was doing, and looked at me.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked worriedly.
“I can’t do it anymore,” I replied and he was too stunned to speak.
While he was in shock, I rolled over and sat up. Then, I put on my clothes. Yes, my body tingled for him, wanted him all the time, but I doubt if I would allow him to do it anymore. I couldn’t explain it but the more I gave myself to him, the more I became insecure about the future. I mean, I knew we had no future together, considering our positions in life. He might be a rogue Alpha but he held an important position in Claybourne, and I also heard that despite his unusual activities, his father didn’t change the heir. Jacob Summers would become an Alpha soon, and for sure, he already has a mate.
“Bethany, please, can you explain why are you being like this?” He inquired as he tried to stop me from leaving him.
My eyes moved toward his hardened manhood and I felt bad for him. As much as I wanted to give him pleasure, I had to consider my mental health. What was I thinking before? Why did I allow myself to develop an attachment to him?
“Please say something!” He shouted at me, and his loud voice reverberated through the walls.
“I am confused,” I admitted the truth, and the expression on his face made me feel guilty for telling him the truth.
When it comes to Jacob Summers, appearances could be deceiving, but the fact that he's narcissistic and hostile was just the tip of the iceberg. On top of that, he's also domineering, irritable, and callous, but these traits were mitigated by his soft heart and caring habits…sometimes.
Personally, I despised some of his qualities but every single day, I was drawn to him despite everything. He was risky to be with but that could just be the nature of the rogue. On the other hand, he has some rays of light. He’s objective and warm, among other qualities, so it might be worth a shot once. As soon as I realized what has gotten inside my head, I immediately dismissed them and reminded myself over and over again not to fall for his charms and good looks.
“Bethany…,” he whispered my name when he got closer, and I knew it was game over for me. How could he look so troubled in front of me? I could stare at him all day and never get tired of him. Was it because of his unkempt blond hair? Or his chiseled jawline? Or maybe, it was his expressive brown eyes.
Brown eyes….
Then, a vivid memory flashed into my head and I widened my eyes in disbelief. The man at the bar didn’t have brown eyes. They were bluer than the sky, and that’s the reason why I was so attracted to him that night. What happened? I have known Jacob Summers from afar but maybe his eyes could change color, right?
Anyway, I decided to dismiss something I couldn’t explain and focused on the task at hand. I stared into his eyes again, and this time, it seemed that he was able to penetrate my soul when he did the same. When he smiled shyly, my heart skipped a beat, especially when he licked my bottom lip in front of me, tempting me, and I was so weak to resist the temptation.
“I miss you…,” he said and that’s all I needed to hear before taking the initiative and closing the gap between us. “Please don’t torture me like this again,” he begged.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you too, Jacob. I thought you went to meet another woman,” I told him, and for the first time, I felt relieved to speak my mind. When he shook his head and cupped my face before kissing me, I knew I was falling for him.
Without further ado, I conquered his mouth to demonstrate how much I missed him. Jacob cupped my face and kissed me passionately, and our proximity made it easier for me to respond to his strong desire. I hurriedly pulled up my dress after unzipping his pants and lowering his boxer shorts. Then he didn't waste any time ripping off the black thong I was wearing for the day. \
“Sweetheart…wait!”
When my aggressiveness scared him a little, he said. Perhaps I was too quick, especially when I kneeled on the floor and worked some magic on his erection. When I started licking him really hard, he lost it and groaned like a wounded animal. I knew I had talent in that area, but when he pulled my hair, I couldn't stop myself from wanting him.
He told me to stop, but I was stubborn and disregarded his warning. When he felt the build-up inside him, he tried to push me away, but I continued to lick his hardness. We were supposed to do it on the sofa, but Jacob has a different plan.
My body was pinned against the wall the next thing I knew. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and I could see our naked bodies in the mirror. I was enthralled and couldn't stop moaning at the sensation when Jacob intensified his kisses with the help of his tongue. When his lips traced soft little kisses down to my neck, my heart almost skipped a beat.
“Ohhhh…,” When he gently bit my neck, I gasped for air, but his mouth didn't stop there, moving down to my breasts and caressing them one by one. His tongue flicked at my nipples, hardening them. His actions made me drenched and ready for his invasion, but he took his time torturing me with his mouth and hands.
"Please take me now," I begged.
Finally, I felt the tip of his erection trying to enter my opening, and I had to wiggle my hips to allow him more access. He gradually penetrated me, and I huffed at the fullness when he was completely inside of me. I couldn't help but suck at his bottom lip as he moved in and out of my body.
"Jacob...," I groaned as he increased the tempo of his movement for his name. "Deeper...," I asked when I wanted more of him, and he gladly obliged. Because I could see it in his eyes, perhaps he could feel how my muscles clenched and tightened around him. I knew he was almost there when he started moving faster and harder. We both felt the same way, and when the orgasmic spasm rushed through us, I held my breath as my entire body pulsated around his hardness. His breathing became more rapid, and I felt an explosion like a wave of pleasure coursing through my body.
After the explosive lovemaking, Jacob suggested we should visit one of his plantations, and when he mentioned Clayland Plantation, I couldn’t say no to it. The said plantation was famous for producing the most beautiful flowers, and even the people from our pack usually bought some from flowers that were grown in Clayland.
However, he changed his mind on the day of our scheduled departure and let go ahead of him. He just instructed the driver to drop me off near the plantation and someone would pick me up from there.
I wanted to argue with him but decided not to and just followed his instruction. Clayland Plantation was two hours away from the city of Claybourne, and the journey was exhausting. I could be exhausted from the trip but nothing prepared me for something so shocking. My legs stood frozen as soon as I saw the face of the man who seemed to be bored while waiting for my arrival.
“Bethany?” He referred to my name as if it didn’t mean anything but I just kept on staring at him.
He has a disheveled appearance but his resemblance to Jacob piqued my interest. Aside from his frizzy hair, and revolting hair color, he seemed to be a bad guy! He has piercings, and tattoos on his arms, and only God knows where he put the other tattoos!
“Hi Bethany,” he called my name again and I frowned at him when he acted like we were good friends!
“You look like a criminal,” I told him, and he just shrugged off his broad shoulders. “You need to look at the mirror and check for yourself if you look good in that,” I continued while looking at him from head to toe. This time, he glared at me with his piercing, blue eyes.
“Shut up,” he hissed. “How dare you boss me around when you are just a maid and his slut!”
His words were hurtful and I was only human. I was hurt when he reminded me about my position in Jacob’s life. However, he should be respectful and mindful of his words because of my gender.
Before I spoke to him again, I took a deep breath and noticed something under his right eye. "Did you get that scar somewhere?" It's a thin scar that runs from his eyes to his left nostril and ends on his upper lip.
"It was accidentally scratched by my girlfriend's nails," he explained.
"Perhaps she isn't human," I joked, but he scowled. "Aren't you the most grumpy person I know?"
He paused loading my belongings into the pick-up truck and turned to face me. "Are you currently flirting with me?" He inquired and his voice was filled with pure malice.
My nostrils flared in response to his question because it had never occurred to me! "How can I when you're not even my type?"
"Are you certain about that?"
"I am certain,” I insisted but deep inside, I was suspecting him to be the man I flirted with at the bar some years ago. The more I look at his face, the more I was doubtful about my own memory regarding that night. What if it wasn’t Jacob who made love to me that night but him? I grimaced at the thought of sleeping with him.
“Judgmental,” he murmured, and I immediately shook my head to dismiss my thoughts.