James swallowed hard. He thought that he was careful, but it seemed that he underestimated how much his father was keeping an eye on him.
James' heart was beating wildly. Was Cornelia in danger? He needed to confirm she was safe.
Damn it! He was thinking that he had months, yet only after a few days, his father found out about Cornelia!
Did she return from the Dark Howlers pack? Probably. Can he send her a message to run?
James jolted when Alpha Edward patted his shoulder. He was so out of it that he didn't notice the old guy approaching him.
"Remember that your position is not allowing you to get attached to a nobody. Fun is fine, but she can't be your Luna unless she has a good background. Understood?"
James relaxed a bit when he realized that his father only knew how James was sleeping elsewhere, without knowing about Cornelia.
"And one more thing...", Alpha Edward said. "There is no need for you to hide in George's house. You are the future Alpha and this whole pack is your playground. Feel free to bring any woman to the packhouse and kick her out when you are done."
An angry growl bubbled in James' chest. Did his father suggest that James should sleep with random women? The idea of him touching any woman other than his chocolate-colored Goddess was making his wolf feral, but James couldn't allow his father to see that so he quickly lowered his head.
Alpha Edward burst into laughter.
"Are you shy now, son? Don't be. It's normal for Alphas to explore women. To be honest, I was suspecting that something was wrong with your appetite, but I see that things are how they should be since you returned from the Dark Howlers pack. It seems that Alpha Damon was a good influence in that area."
James really didn't want to talk about it. Was it possible that his father forgot that Damon found his Luna? Or did he think that Damon was sleeping around despite Talia's presence?
"Is that all?", James asked.
"Yes, you may go. We are leaving tomorrow morning. Pack for three days. Other than attending a party, I expect you to wipe the floor with warriors from the Blue River pack. Now that Marcy is gone, you are the only one I have. Make me proud, son."
James stood up, but then he paused to ask, "Who all is going?"
"The two of us, your mother, and Nora."
For a brief moment, James was tempted to ask if he could bring Cornelia with him. He could say that he wants an Omega of his choice to accompany him, and they wouldn't come out of James' room. That would be fantastic! But that would work only if his father was not there. No matter what, he couldn't risk Cornelia catching Alpha Edward's eye.
Was it a mistake to bring her to the Red Moon pack? No, no… they were mated, and his wolf was going crazy in need to be with Cornelia. If they were apart, James would lose his mind. Literally.
James didn't realize that he was running to George's villa while clutching the folder his father gave him.
He ran up the stairs and into the room where he shared nights with Cornelia. His steps didn't falter as he went with urgency toward the bathroom from where he could hear water running, and he managed to discard his clothes without stopping.
"AHH!", Cornelia shrieked when James hugged her from behind.
She was naked in the shower, with soap in her eyes, and she didn't hear him enter the bathroom.
"I missed you", James spoke against Cornelia's neck, and then he kissed the mark that was there. The mark that signified their bond, and that she was his.
Cornelia's gasped at the electric sensation that fired up her nerve endings and her knees gave in. She was glad that James was holding her, or she would plop on the tiled floor of the shower enclosure.
Cornelia lifted her head up so that the water falls on her face and then she blinked the sting from her eyes.
She turned to look at James with a smile that faltered when she noticed that his expression was not good.
"What happened, Jay?", she asked with concern obvious in her voice.
James didn't want to talk about it. Not now. He didn't want to talk or think about anything outside that shower enclosure.
He cupped her cheeks with his palms and kissed her hungrily, stealing her breath in the process.
Cornelia could feel his desperation and she clung to him while responding to his kisses, knowing that once he releases his steam, he will talk about it. And she was glad that he found solace in her. Mates should balance each other, that's how it should be.
James grabbed her buttocks and started lifting her up. She thought that he will take her right there in the shower, and she was ready to wrap her legs around his waist, but he kept on lifting her higher and higher with ease, like she weighed nothing.
Cornelia would admire his strength if not for the lack of something to hold onto. She nervously gripped his shoulders and then fisted his hair, steadying herself on the rod that was holding the shower curtain when he lifted her high enough for her thighs to rest on his shoulders with his face right between them.
Cornelia looked down to see him staring at her intimate bush right at the moment when a low growl escaped his lips.
Cornelia's back hit the wall and her palm pressed on the ceiling a moment before James buried his face into her, and his tongue started caressing her clit.
"Oh, Gods!", she exclaimed. She saw it coming, but she was not prepared for the sensational overload which came with every flick of his tongue.
He lapped at her hungrily, growling and mumbling something she couldn't understand, and her legs shook uncontrollably.
Cornelia hoped that he won't let go because her body was not in her control anymore. She was at his mercy.
"Jay… Jay… James…", she chanted wantonly, her every cry was higher in pitch and then her body tensed as the whole bathroom was spinning.
Only when she bent over him weakly did he stop sucking on her clit.
James lowered her slowly, making her feel his firm body against her soft one, and he stopped the moment his erection prodded at her entrance that was throbbing numbly from her orgasm.
He pinned her against the wall and grabbed her thighs to create that perfect angle for him to penetrate her soft heat which welcomed him.
Cornelia couldn't react to the sensational overload. James was too intense, too needy, greedily touching, caressing, pinching, licking, sucking, and kissing her everywhere without pausing the movements of his hips, and she gasped and moaned as he stretched her insides.
Cornelia feared that she will pass out right there with him inside her. Can one die from too much erogenous stimulation?
"I love you, Cora… I love you…", he murmured with every thrust, hoping that she will believe him and that she won't abandon him no matter what the future brings.
