Chapter 5
His words broke my reverie, and I allowed myself one more second to bask in his presence, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath so his scent could fill my nose.
It was only when I was satisfied that I pulled away and nodded my head. “Yes.” I whispered in a raspy voice, and I cleared my throat before I could speak again. “I am fine, thank you.”
I didn’t wait for any more words before I was dashing to my room.
It was frustrating that in the months I have been here, Toby and I have never gone past kissing, and it was particularly frustrating because Toby was the ‘good guy’.
He didn’t want to do anything that would make me feel comfortable. He made no effort to push me, and I was too proud to ask him to take this further.
I have been content with what he was offering, but now my boundaries are chipping at the edges; they are beginning to wear out, and it is only a matter of time before I crumble.
I managed to make it to my bed, but not before I grabbed his hoodie that I had stolen just a few weeks ago.
Toby was too oblivious, and he rarely noticed that every two weeks or more, I would make my pick of his favorite hoodie—always unwashed—that had his scent saturated in it.
And once the scent was gone, I would return it back and pick another.
Those hoodies have been my comforts for when the storm gets too tough and I can’t help myself. It was a curse that we have very high libido, and since my mate was too busy being the goody two shoes, I had to help myself.
This time, I pulled the hoodie over my face, enveloping myself in his scent. I closed my eyes, taking in deep breath and letting his scent sink into my pores.
Only this time, his voice was replaying in my head, and I could still picture the way his lips moved as he called my name.
“Maddie.”
A moan escaped my lips as I caressed myself, wishing it were his hands—those strong, big hands that had a lot of veins running through them, making me want to trace every single one with my tongue.
And I wondered if he was veiny down there.
Another moan.
This time, my hands found their way to my folds, already slick with my arousal, and I touched myself, wishing it were his hands.
It wasn’t so difficult to let my imagination run wild, as his scent was enough to make it look real, and I writhed on the bed, moaning his name and begging him to take me.
I continued, increasing the pace as my fingers rubbed at the little nub, faster and faster, his body moving above me as he whispered dirty things in my ears.
And I come undone while screaming his name.
I have been avoiding Toby after our last encounter, because somehow it had gotten to my head that he would sense what I had done.
And there was no way I could meet his eyes when I have been using his name and image for naughty things. Instead, I had busied myself with making plans for my departure.
I had reached out to my parents and my siblings to inform them of my coming, but I never told them the real reason for my arrival. It was better to keep them in suspense, and maybe it may give me the upper hand.
It wasn’t as if they were excited about my arrival either.
Whenever I wasn’t brushing up my travel plans, I was in the training room, sparring with anyone that cares to fight.
It was no rumor that I fought dirty. I don’t know why we are always advised to fight within the rules. We are werewolves; our existence is already proof that rules don’t matter.
I had to develop my own motto: fight until your opponent is dead or about to die and until you have no more strength. I throw my logic away when I am in the training room and only rely on my instinct and my wolf, and they have yet to fail me.
Besides, I love the sweet pain that accompanies it.
But I wasn’t going to be sparring today; the girls had decided to host a goodbye party for me, and Ariel will kill me if my face is ruined.
I only went to the training room to inform them of my departure so no one would start looking for me. I have grown a little attached to the people there, and I knew I was going to miss them.
After the little tearful departure, I went back to my room, trying to tidy up whatever I couldn’t do. I was already planning to pack my bags and spend the rest of the days I have with Toby.
I owed it to him and to myself.
With each passing day, it was becoming harder to keep away from him, and with the full moon that was coming, it would only be too painful to keep away from him, so I have to take advantage of it.
I padded to the wardrobe, picking out the outfits Ariel had made for the event. A white tee that had ‘We will miss you, Maddie’ boldly written on it and a pink polka-dot pajama.
I had to humor her because it was in good faith, as long as none of the pictures got to the internet.
I put on the outfit, and I took another look at my room, my eyes sweeping through every corner, in search of anything out of place, and with a satisfied nod, I smiled.
It was perfect for what we needed.
I only had to wait.
