Obsession
Sabrina's POV
When my eyes fluttered open, they landed straight on Kyle's that was already staring at me. When he saw that I had woken up, his eyes sparked with happiness and relief.
I coughed a little, and he rushed to get me a glass of water before I could even tell him that I was fine. He looked really stressed, exhausted and tired. For how long had he been waiting for me?
He came in and I sat up, against his will.
“Are you okay?” He asked, feeding me the water. I nodded, refusing to believe that I was seriously downplaying everything that happened today, just because my husband was tending to me. The man I loved with all my heart.
He dropped the glass of water by the bedside table. I reached for my neck with my hands and rubbed it, knowing fully well that I felt no single pain there since I had woken up. When Kyle checked, there were no more marks.
So he asked if I was okay again. I couldn't understand what was happening.
“I'm really fine, Kyle. I'm okay. I don't know how, but I'm fine. How did you know where I was and what was happening to me?”
My husband looked so hot even though
“I felt it. We are mates now, remember? And I've marked you. So I felt it, so strong, so painful, so I ran to you.”
“But how did you know what to do?”
“I got a call from a woman. She claimed she was your mom and at first I thought it was a prank call because I was rushing to you, but I still listened to her and did what she told me to do.”
“My mom also called me, and warned me. We are not in speaking terms, Kyle. Please block the number. She saved me once, and that's all I can do for her.”
“I hope one day you'll tell me everything.”
I swallowed, everything that happened finally rushing to my head, becoming real. It really just happened, all of it.
“I have powers, Kyle. I didn't come in contact with my buttercream when I was making it, but I made a mess of it as a ball of smoke shot out of my hands. How do I explain that? My mom said I'm part of some bloodline of rare, powerful wolves but I just don't understand it. That's also why Marcie was trying to kill me, to contain me.”
“That's definitely not my family gift. I've never seen anything like it.” He seemed really unfamiliar.
“What's happening to me?” My voice was all shaky. How many more evil werewolves were after me?
“Don't freak out anymore, she's gone. I put her out. Where did you meet her?”
“At the dress shop, for our wedding months ago.” My chest heaved.
“She's been watching you, according to your mom. She invited you to the mall to kill you in that dress room. So anyhow, you wouldn't have gotten saved if not for our bond and your mom's call.”
I nodded my head in agreement. Still, I couldn't believe my mom. It was possible she sent Marcie to harm me then play savior later. I can never trust my mother.
Or maybe she truly had a change of heart, after all these years?
“Thank you. Thank you, Kyle.”
“I can't let my wife die. If she dies, I will follow.”
I almost shed a couple of tears. I was so fucking in love. Still, I shook my head. No way he was following me anywhere and leaving my kids behind.
“No, you'll stay and take care of my kids.”
“Our kids. Get used to and over it. They are mine. I fucked you.”
Right.
“Okay, I get it.” We both laughed, trying to lift up the mood. One of my hands was sandwiched in-between his and he kept rubbing, soothing me.
Later I would figure out what to do with the new powers I just realized that I've had all this time. Right now I wanted my husband to get in bed with me, rip my clothes off and show me a great time.
I missed him all day anyway before the call. I didn't even get to complete my muffins and I hadn't seen the kids since they left for school but nothing bothered me more than sex. I had become such a whore for him.
When he smiled at me, I smiled back. He was truly happy that nothing happened to me, which was a relief.
I tried to get out of bed with the sole purpose of sitting on his lap and bouncing on his cock but he didn't let me, and I also noticed that I was still inside the unpaid, suffocating dress.
It's like remembering that I had it on made things worse but I played safe and held on to the pain. I tapped the free side of my bed, wanting him to get in with me.
I batted my lashes at him and he immediately got the message, what I wanted. I bit my lips seductively.
“Get in here. This dress is so tight. Take it off then fuck me.” I said shamelessly.
His eyes widened like he was shocked for a second before he shook his head.
“No, I should leave you to rest.” He almost sounded like he was fighting himself to stay modest.
I rolled my eyes.
“Oh come on, I'm fine. Stop being modest.” I whined, my voice soft with need. I had literally been waiting all day for him to come back for it before everything happened, and now he wanted to pretend like he had morals? A fucking kidnapper?
“Sabrina-”
“If you don't fuck me now, I wouldn't let you fuck me for a week.” I warned him but the crazy part was I wasn't sure if I was kidding or not, or if I could even resist him.
Looks like he knew, because he scoffed.
“You're more obsessed with my cock. We both know that. I know you were waiting for me to come home and claim you.” I hated the fact that he was right. He knew me through and through.
“Well, try me then.” I pretended to stand on a groundless ground.
He gave me a look before he rounded the bed.
He got in, slowly removed the unpaid dress off me and made me lie flat on my chest. He climbed on top of me, pressed me into the bed then sank inside me, slowly from behind.
It was all I wanted, quietness with little moans and grunts when he hit the right spot.