Chapter 202

Gavin’s POV

I could smell her arousal as she sat on the couch, her legs wrapped around me while my arms were wrapped around her. I wasn’t used to showing this level of vulnerability; I wasn’t used to being this vulnerable in general. I didn’t particularly like revealing this side of myself. But I couldn’t help myself when it came to her; she brought this side out of me.

Seeing her in the arms of another man did something to me; it released this primal need to claim her and make others back off. I never wanted to see another man touching her again and if they did, I would rip their heads off. There was no doubt in my mind that my wolf would happily kill anyone who touched Judy Montague.

A strange reaction for someone who isn’t our mate.

As my lips trailed down the nape of her neck, relishing in her shuddering breath as goosebumps formed along her flesh, I grabbed the band of her waist and started to tug them down her legs. She gasped and for a moment, her hand flew over mine to stop me.

“We aren’t alone in this mansion. Are you forgetting there’s a full staff here, including my friend Sammy who is sleeping down the hallway,” she reminded me, glancing over her shoulder at the dark hallway where most of the staff reside.

I smirked as I continued to pull her pants down, leaving her in nothing but her panties as I pulled her pants completely off.

“Gavin, I’m serious. What if they walk in?” She asked, a slight panic in her tone.

It made me smirk again.

“Let them,” I said, my tone growly. “Then all the men of the mansion will know to back off.”

“Most of the mansions are mated,” I reminded him. “And there are more females than men…including my friend.”

I kissed her inner thighs, silencing her protest. Her arousal was apparent, and I grinned against the softness of her legs. I ran my tongue towards her center, her panties getting wetter by the second.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” she whispered, her head resting on the back pillow. I tugged her panties to the side, revealing her wet pink center.

“You’re already the death of me,” I murmured as I ran my tongue up her slit, making her gasp. Her flavor exploded in my mouth, making me even more possessive if that was possible.

I buried my face in her core, a low growl escaping me as I fed from her. I sucked her clit into my mouth, loving how swollen it was getting from her arousal. He let out a soft moan as she dug her fingernails into the couch. Her rejection and fears of being caught left her completely.

I loved the risk of getting caught; I loved the danger of knowing that anyone could walk in at any moment and see my face buried in her core. I almost wanted to be caught with her juices coating my face. I dug my fingers into her thighs, pulling her closer to me and feasting like I starving man.

Her juices poured into my mouth, and I lapped up every single ounce of it.

“Holy shit,” she whispered, her legs trembling as she neared her peak.

I sucked and nibbled gently on her clit, basking in the fact that it was throbbing. I knew she was close; her breathing was getting heavier and her nails dug even more into the couch cushion as she suppressed her deep moans and screams, not wanting to alert the entire mansion about the taboo act that was happening in the living room, right under their noses.

Her toes curled and her body shook as her orgasm ripped through her, making more of her juices flow evenly from her and directly into my mouth. Her orgasm was powerful, nearly knocking me off balance as I gripped her hips tighter and buried myself deeper. I continued the assault until she was nothing but a twitching and panting mess.

When her orgasm started to subside, leaving her motionless, I pulled back, licking my lips, tasting and feeling her release coating my face.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered after what felt like a long moment. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Better than what any other man could give you,” I said, kissing up her body until I reached her lips. “Kiss me.”

Her eyes were dark with lust; she wasted no time. Soon, her lips were on mine, and he was kissing me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. She moaned against my lips and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me close to her so I was flesh against her. I wrapped my arms firmly around her and deepened the kiss, letting my tongue explore her mouth.

I nipped at her bottom lip before pulling away slightly. Her hooded eyes were filled with lust; her lips swollen from my kiss and her cheeks flushed from her orgasm.

She was beautiful.

The thought was like cold water being dumped on my face and I quickly pulled away from her. She was still in a daze when I stood up to gain distance between us. My heart was beating rapidly against my chest and my wolf had the instinct to pull forward and return to her, but I pulled him back with all the force I had within me.

“I have to go,” I told her. “You should get some sleep.”

She blinked a few times, coming out of her daze.

“Wait what?” She asked, her mind finally catching up to the present moment. “You’re leaving?”

I nodded; as much as I didn’t want to leave, I needed the space from her because she was making me feel things I wasn’t prepared for. Things I hadn’t felt in a long time, and I needed to clear my head from these thoughts.

I adjusted my shirt, avoiding her eyes. I kept my expression stoic and businesslike as if I had just finished an important meeting. I knew she was confused, and I knew she was upset, but I couldn’t bring myself to address it.

“You’ll be at the Villa at 6 tomorrow, correct?” I asked, referring to her normal scheduled tutoring session with Matthew.

She nodded.

“Yes,” she said softly, the disappointment evident in her tone.

“I’ll see you then,” he told her before I turned towards the door. As I reached the doorway, I paused. “Judy?”

I waited until her attention on was me before I continued.

“I was serious earlier; don’t let me catch him here again.”

With that, I turned and left the mansion.

The entire next day, I couldn’t concentrate on any of my work. I thought gaining this space from Judy would be beneficial; I thought I’d be able to clear my head and forget about the feelings I felt last night. But I was proved wrong; in fact, they seemed to be getting stronger.

I ran my fingers through my hair as I sat at my desk chair.

“You seem lost in thought,” Beta Taylor said as he stepped into my office. He made himself at home and sat in the chair in front of my desk. He was the only one I would allow to do that without reprimanding. “I’m assuming it has to do with a certain Merryweather that was in your mansion last night?”

Taylor was the one who alerted me that Lukas Merryweather was at my mansion, so he already knew I wasn’t pleased by that fact. He also knew my complicated sexual relationship with Judy, so there wasn’t much for me to hide from him.

“He was hugging her,” I muttered, leaning back in my desk chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose like I was getting a headache. “Can you believe that? A Merryweather… touching her.”

Even I could hear the jealousy in my tone, and I hated it.

It made Taylor laugh as he shook his head.

“I’m saying this as your friend and not your Beta… Man, you are whipped,” he grinned.

I rolled my eyes and then narrowed them at him.

“I’m not whipped,” I muttered. “I just don’t like the scent of other men on someone I’m sleeping with. Especially not someone with Lycan blood.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Taylor said with a chuckle. “And considering you have dark circles under your eyes, I doubt you’re getting much sleep.”

“I made sure he doesn’t return and if he doesn’t… I’ll kill him,” I said in a threatening tone.

Taylor nodded and watched me carefully for a moment before saying, “Are you sure it’s only because he’s a Merryweather and not because he’s a guy?”

“What are you talking about?”

Taylor smirked as he leaned forward in his seat.

“You walked in on them hugging,” Taylor reminded me of the very thing I told him earlier in the day. “It was an innocent hug goodbye, and you flipped out. Are you sure you wouldn’t have done that if he was just anyone?”

“He’s not just anyone… he’s a Merryweather,” I murmured.

“Yes, but have you ever considered you were jealous because he wasn’t you.”

I low growl escaped my throat as I glared at Taylor.

“What are you saying?” I asked him.

“How do you know you don’t have genuine feelings for Judy?” Taylor asked. “How do you know that your little Lycan heart isn’t simply… falling in love?”