Chapter 146

Hannah

The room was mostly dark once Noah closed the door, but I still felt just as exposed. My toy continued vibrating beneath the sheets, my fingers fumbling to shut it off.

“Get out!” I growled, my embarrassment quickly turning into anger when he just stood there, staring at me. “What are you doing in here?”

Noah continued to stand there for several long moments without a word, his tall form nearly lost amongst the shadows. I finally managed to shut off my toy and prop myself up on my elbows, glaring at him.

“I heard noise,” he said, taking a step forward. “You’re keeping me awake.”

I felt my cheeks flush a deep shade of red. “Sorry, okay? Can you give me some privacy now?”

Of course, Noah didn’t react—not to my words, at least. Instead, he crossed the room in a few quick strides, reached out, grabbed the blankets, and… threw them aside. I gasped, laying there, exposed and naked in front of him with my toy in my hand and my nightgown pushed all the way up to my bare breasts.

“Noah!” I shrieked, scrambling to cover myself.

But it was too late. Before I could do anything, he was suddenly ripping the toy out of my hands and climbing onto the bed on his knees. I thought at first that he might throw it in my face and berate me for masturbating, but he didn’t.

Rather, he turned the toy back on.

The sound of the vibrations filled the space between us once more, leaving me wide-eyed and in shock in front of him. Slowly, he crawled between my legs, one hand pressing into my left knee to move my leg aside.

“What are you…”

“I’ve been staying in the guest room more than you think, you know,” he said, holding the toy up to the light and inspecting the smooth purple silicone. “I hear you in here at night. You’re not exactly quiet.”

“So what if I’m not?” I reached out to grab the dildo, but he wrenched it out of my way before I could. I felt a fresh wave of fury overtake me then and I went to sit up, but once again, he kept me from doing that by pushing his hand into my chest and shoving me back down on the bed. Gently, but with enough firmness to leave me breathless and in shock.

“I don’t care if you’re loud,” he said, lowering the toy. His green eyes met mine and flashed with something I couldn’t quite read in the dim light, although whatever it was, it was husky. “But I want to know something.”

I pursed my lips as I glared up at him, my eyes lingering on the toy the further it came to the spot between my legs. Laying there, with my nightgown still mostly pushed up, I felt even more exposed than our first night together…

And also more turned on.

“What do you want to know?” I asked, and my voice came out as hardly more than a hoarse whisper. I couldn’t help but lick my lips ever so slightly as he lowered the toy to me, resting it on my pubic bone and letting it vibrate there.

“Close your eyes.”

That was a demand, not a request. Even my wolf reacted to the authoritative tone in his voice, and I snapped my eyes shut despite myself.

I felt the toy begin to move. Slowly at first in large circles across my groin. With each movement, he would bring it closer to the center, closer toward my wet pussy lips. I felt my hips buck slightly, squirming to get closer to that source of pleasure, but one firm hand pressed into my low belly made me stop.

“Just hold still,” he growled. “Let me…”

Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to not let him do this—to tell him to leave me alone, to smack the toy out of his hands. Part of me even wanted to flip him onto the floor again like I had that day in my office.

But another part of me also wanted to see what would happen if, just once, I obeyed. Hell, maybe even that same part of me still wanted to flip him onto the floor, but only to sit down on him and ride him there. Would he let me?

Cracking one eye open, I saw Noah’s face set in hard determination as he slowly worked the toy closer and closer to my clit. Finally, just as he was about to touch me there, his eyes snapped up to mine and his expression hardened even further.

“I told you to shut your eyes.”

Pressing my lips into a thin line, I did as he commanded and shut my eyes again. This time, he pushed the toy up against my clit. A pathetic little whimper escaped me as he let it linger there, the vibrations bringing a newfound heat to my arousal.

“I want you to picture something,” he said, his voice low and husky as he moved the head of the dildo further down, following the natural line of my lips. “Picture whoever you want the most; anyone you want. And imagine that this…”

He paused mid-sentence, and in that moment, he slowly began to push the toy inside of me. Another tiny whimper slipped out, and I bit my lip in an attempt to quell it.

“...Imagine that this toy is him,” he finished.

As Noah slowly began to push the toy further inside of me, the vibrations like jolts of electricity working through me, I squeezed my eyes shut and did as he asked. I imagined a tall, muscular form moving above me with each thrust of the toy, a warm, hard member rather than purple silicone…

And I imagined him. Noah. Green eyes, tousled hair, a chiseled jaw.

I imagined him thrusting himself into me, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me up into his lap. With another whimper, my back arched away from the bed and I pictured myself grinding into him, our heads tossed back in ecstasy.

Goddess, how I wanted him. Each thrust of the toy pushed me closer to the edge, but I didn’t want the toy anymore. I wanted him. I hated him, every fiber of him, but I wanted him at the same time. No, I needed him.

Suddenly, however, the sound of his voice snapped me out of my reverie. “Tell me who you’re thinking about,” he whispered into my ear.

I shuddered; at some point during my fantasy, he had moved closer to me and was now caging me against the bed with his large body, one hand gripping the headboard above me while the other continued to twist and thrust the toy into me. I had been so caught up in it that I hadn’t even noticed.

And now, I could feel the warmth of his hard erection pressing against my leg, even through the soft flannel of his pajama pants. I could practically taste the heat radiating off of him, my tongue instinctively flicking out ever so slightly in the hopes that it might meet a bit of his skin.

“Tell me,” he repeated.

“I’m thinking about…”

His name was right on the tip of my tongue. I was nearly at the edge, and all the while, I pictured him. No one else; just him. If I told him now, then he might take me right then and there, and oh, how I craved that feeling of him.

But then his name died in my throat—because I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t tell him the truth, because the truth would ruin everything. Because he very well might decide to take me right then and there, and then it would only make things more complicated.

No. I still wanted, no, needed, this divorce, and therefore I couldn’t tell him.

“Say it,” he whispered in my ear, his breath grazing my skin.

I grit my teeth and pulled my head back, my eyes snapping open to meet the bare skin of his shoulder.

“Drake.”

Time froze at that moment. Noah’s hand stilled, his ragged breathing suddenly going silent. All that remained between us was the wild pumping of my heart in my chest and the vibrating toy still thrust inside of me.

And then, all at once, movement returned. Noah pulled back to reveal a blackened face, his eyes dark with fury. Without a word, he ripped the toy out of me with a wet smack and threw it onto the bed, climbing to his feet.

He left me there, laying in the middle of the bed with my nightgown pushed up and the toy vibrating beside me.