Chapter 72
Aurora’s POV
Strong arms are banded around my waist, I realize, when I wake up. Thorne’s spicy scent surrounds me, and my body is pulled tightly back against his warm body.
It’s something I grew used to and something I missed over the last two weeks. Not being near him like this was a form of torture, or something close to it. Add that to having to watch him with Angeline, I didn’t think we would be close like this again.
I missed this.
I missed him.
Everything from last night floods back in, and I bite my lip. Had that really happened? Did he really tell me he loves me?
A giddy feeling fills me, and I look up. My eyes connect with Thorne’s, and I nearly jump. He’s so quiet that I thought he was still asleep.
“Morning,” he rumbles in that husky sleep voice I love. It instantly sends a shot of heat through my body that settles between my legs. Holy moly, he’s just as hot as I remember. Thorne’s eyes blaze, and before I know it, I’m on my back, and he’s crawling between my legs.
I gasp when he hooks his fingers in my panties and begins sliding them down my legs. The heat I felt before was nothing compared to now. With his lips trailing kisses up my leg, the light touches making me breathless as he gets closer and closer to my aching center.
“Y-you… what are you—”
“I told you I’d make it up to you,” Thorne rumbles, kissing my inner thigh. A volt of electricity shoots straight to my pussy, and I bite my lip to keep the moan in. “This is just the start.”
Then, his mouth is on me, his tongue swiping my clit. My hips lift of their own volition, and I cry out, feeling hot and tingly all over.
“Oh, yes. Please!” I cry when he slides a finger into me. I grip the sheets at my side, rolling my hips into each swipe of his tongue and thrust of his fingers. I can’t breathe, stars dance in my vision, and pleasure blankets my body.
“Fuck, little human,” Thorne snarls. “You taste fucking delicious.”
I whimper and moan, my hand finding his hair, “Th-Thorne, I’m… c-close.”
“I’m so fucking sorry for causing you pain,” Thorne growls, lifting his head and looking at me. His fingers never stop moving; in fact, they speed up, his thumb circling my aching clit. It feels so good, but I can’t take my eyes off of him as he crawls over me.
“You’re it for me, Aurora, and I’ll do anything I can to show you I love you,” he says before leaning in and kissing me. I grip Thorne’s shoulders and lift my hips, chasing the orgasm.
Everything builds, and simultaneously, I break apart and come back together all at once.
“There’s one more thing I need to apologize for,” Thorne says as we lay in bed. I’m still trying to catch my breath from the three orgasms he just gave me.
“I don’t know if I can take another apology,” I half joke. His version of apologies is unique and amazing, but I need a moment to return back to earth.
Thorne chuckles, pushes up on his forearms and looks down at me.
“Not a problem, but just so you know, I’ll never get enough of you,” he says, and I gulp. Why does that have my body growing hot again? How do just a few words from him have me ready to jump him?
“W-What did you want to apologize for?” I ask, trying to focus on anything that isn’t the ache in my pussy.
Thorne sits up and leans against the headboard, revealing his muscular and bare chest. Jeez. Focus, Aurora. He’s trying to apologize sincerely, so you have to listen.
Honestly, I don’t want to pay attention to my inner voice, but I force myself to take a deep breath, sit up, and listen to Thorne. Sex can wait.
“I’ve been searching and investigating your attack, and there are still no clues as to who the two wolves were,” Thorne tells me, taking my hand and gently squeezing it. “I’m sorry I haven’t found them yet, and I don’t want to scare you, but have patrols continuing to watch the area in case they return.”
Nodding, I squeeze his hand back, “Jace told me they were out there, but I didn’t know you were looking into it.”
“Yeah, I couldn’t find anything when I joined the search either. I patrolled every boarder every night, but still found nothing to—”
“You patrolled?” I ask, confused. “So, you weren’t spending the night with Angeline?”
Thorne’s head whips up, his eyes finding mine again. “No, I would never.”
This whole time, I thought he was sleeping with Angeline when he wasn’t with me. Instead, he was out there searching for my attackers. My heart warms at the revelation, and I lean in, kissing him.
I pull away for a moment to look at him. “You don’t need to apologize for that. I know you’ll find them,” I whisper, before leaning in again and kissing him. “I trust you.”
Thorne growls, the rumble making me shiver as he flips us over and pulls my hips back. Instantly, I arch and push back into him, moaning when his cock slides easily into me. I drop my head to the mattress, my fingers digging into the covers.
“Fuck, little human. You’re perfect,” Thorne groans, thrusting into me. I gasp as fiery pleasure spreads through my body. His hands find my hips, pulling me further back before one slips down between my legs and finds my clit.
I cry out as he flicks the overly sensitive bud, loving the way he hums in satisfaction as he thrusts slowly into me again.
“Thorne,” I moan, bucking back. I need his movement. I need him to go faster.
“What do you want, little human? Do you want me to fuck you? Will you forgive me if fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk?”
He pulls back, nearly all the way, before thrusting back in. This time when he pulls back, he stops, making me groan. I try to push back into Thorne, but his hands hold my hips firmly to keep me from moving.
A frustrated scream peals from me, “Yes! I forgive you!” I clench the covers in my hands, looking back at Thorne and growling my own words, “Now fuck me!”
“As you wish.”
Then he moves, faster and faster, thrusting into me and strumming my clit like a pro. He brings me pleasure like I’ve never felt before, sending me to new heights and helping me back down when I can barely breathe.
We slump back to the bed, my body buzzing and aching, and my vision blurry as I catch my breath.
We stay there, me draped over Thorne’s body, for a few minutes before he leans down and kisses my forehead.
“I’ll run you a bath then go to make breakfast… or I guess brunch since it’s eleven,” he says with a chuckle.
“You don’t have to—”
He stops me by kissing me, “I want to. Today is about you, not me. You’re going to soak in the bath while I make you a big brunch.”
I’m not going to lie, that sounds amazing.
“Okay,” I mutter, “But could you help me up? I think my legs have turned to jelly.”
Thorne smirks and sits up, “Then my job here is complete.” I smack his arm, but the smile on my face gives me away. I loved every minute of what he gave me.
