Chapter 65

Helen POV

“What happened here?!”

I only looked up slightly to see Randy charging toward the pond. He was alone, watching Justin carefully as he knelt behind my back.

“Moon goddess,” he said, running his fingertips lightly down my spine. “You’re covered in bruises, Helen.”

I spit out the remainder of Justin’s come still clogging my throat and blushed deeply, looking at my pale form to see what he was talking about. He was right. Some of them even looked like bite marks. I felt sick at the sight of them, but more so at how Justin saw them.

“No, it’s fine—” I pleaded, looking at my poor mate in his cycle of losing self-control. “Please, don’t—”

Justin roared in shifting into his Lycan.

I flinched at the sight of my mate running off. Randy pulled my hair back, assessing my naked, battered body.

“Did he really do all of this, Helen?”

“It doesn’t hurt,” I said in defense. It was true, too. It didn’t hurt. The only pain I felt was seeing Justin so furiously fighting himself. “It was too much, Randy. He couldn’t stop.”

“His Lycan is stronger than we might think,” he muttered to himself. “I need to go after him.”

“I’ll be fine,” I added, nudging him to go. “Calm him down, please. I set him off and everything those wicked people said about us today; he took it out on our sex to prove them wrong and his Lycan is just angry. That’s all.”

Randy nodded with my claim and rushed off for my mate.

I sat up by the water, running a little of it down my limbs so I could calm down. My heat was just as on fire, budding in my chest. We went too far today, too far down our heats that we are both stuck. I fought the pain, swallowing it so it would stop but it didn’t.

I cried out, my wolf’s heat stronger than any other I’ve felt before. It begged for Justin’s body, for more pleasure, but I knew there was no more left in either of us. There had to be no more left. It was already so much before; I couldn’t comprehend doing it again.

But my body ached for it. I fell onto my back to accommodate the cramps but it felt like knives. Only then did I realize the moon was up, the stars were out. I thought of Randy finding us in the woods just now, fully clothed.

Not only did he walk the pack back to our camp in the cave, a few hours away, but he had time to put on clothes and walk back! How long had we been out here? How was it possible to make love that much without dying outright?

My heart wanted to stop beating, throbbing through my hot chest and punching my ribs with every pulse. I gasped out loud, wondering when it would settle but it wasn’t. it was getting worse, fire building in my throat and refusing to stop.

Maybe Justin and I both were stronger than we had originally thought.

I closed my eyes, panting every breath, begging for it to cool down, but it wasn’t. The heat didn’t come until we were done having fun, until he pulled from my throat and I asked him to stop.

How could this be possible?

How could my body want more after having so much already?

I clung to my wolf, crying, the static lava spreading through my head and pushing onto my vision. everything was dark and hot and angry. Why angry? I couldn’t determine, but I could feel it. My wolf was pissed.

[Stop this, please] I begged of her.

She wouldn’t response, Joy somewhere in there pulling on my hot heart strings violently and relentlessly. She wasn’t going to let this go until he was back inside of me.

We grew too strong that we had now depended on each other way too much.

That had to be it. I couldn’t comprehend anything, not even a little, until my eyes broke open as the heat cooled down with a gentle touch.

I saw Justin holding me, carrying me, and his arms on my back and his chest pressed into my side was enough to calm my heat. Though it still had a mighty afterburn in my chest, I could survive it.

I kissed his shoulder, my fangs budding out in response.

Justin flinched; his jaw locked as he spoke. “No, Helen. Hold back. I know it’s difficult.”

I nodded, happy he understood how hard it was not to bite him and kiss him and ride his pelvis with mine. The mere thought popping into my head was enough for fire to shoot down my limbs. I flinched in his arms. He held me tired.

“Please, Helen, it took an hour for my Lycan to calm down. It’s still not completely gone,” he groaned, struggling to speak. “You have to resist. We’ve made a huge mistake.”

“No,” I barked, my claws dragging down his chest, leaving light pink trails in their midst. “We need to do it, more. It’s not a mistake, it’s natural, and I want it, Justin. Please!”

He stopped, battling to breathe at this rate. “No, it’s not natural, don’t you feel that? We should have been done after the second round, maybe the third,” he snapped. “We went for hours, Helen. At least eight hours of sec. It’s not right. Something is happening to us.”

“Nothing is wrong,” I said, kissing his chest and biting at his throat, leaving a mark there.

He snarled, fighting the urge I had so willingly given into again.

Randy snatched me away from my mate, the feeling of his arms ripped from underneath my back only setting fire back through my throat. I screamed in need, in heat, crying as the Beta started running with me to create distance between Justin and me.

I begged for my mate, needing him to follow, but he fell to his knees under the midnight moon, shifting like a bullet firing from a gun.

I locked his glare from afar, his teeth showing and his claws curled into fists.

[What is happening to us?]

Joy had surfaced through the heat enough to reply, [I don’t know, Helen. I want him though.]

She was just as lousily exhausted as I was, but still, we both craved his body. Not having it at least in close contact with us was enough for our heat and pain to rise. I gripped Randy’s shirt, threating to go into shock right now if I didn’t have my mate back.

“It hurts so much,” I panted.

“I know it does, Helen. I’m going to make sure you two stop so the pain—”

“No,” I snapped. “I need more, Randy. More of my mate!”

“You two are losing it,” he snapped. “We finally make headway on gaining a pack and this happens now. You two are gaining way too much power than you can no longer tame it. You’re going to end up fucking each other to death, Helen.”

Even at the mention of death, my body craved Justin’s.

I could see it again, with the realization that even death didn’t scare my heat away, that Randy was right. I wept in ache, in need, and in guttural fear.

What was happening to me and my Lycan?