I smile to myself as he caresses my bottom tenderly.
He yanks my hair in a tight hold, forcing me to sit up and lean on my hands.
The affectionate, romantic mood gone .
He growls, “Let’s get this over with then” harshly yanking my hair. I’m still stuck in the ecstasy of feeling the heat leaving my body, so I don’t push and shove against him. I scream when he enters me roughly in one quick motion, filing me completely. It leaves me panting breathlessly. He doesn’t stop to give me time to adjust to him. He recedes then pushes back in even harsher, making me scream out again. With every thrust I feel my temperature dropping so I don’t stop him. Tyler makes wild sounds behind me. He continues to tug fistfuls of my hair, bending my head back harshly. I squeeze my eyes shut, letting the tears fall silently. I don’t dare make a sound. Tears of relief fall as the heat leaves my body. I cry because I yearn for my loving caring mate, but this is all I’ll ever get from Tyler. I’m taking it even though I know I don’t deserve to be treated this way. The only sounds that fill the room are coming from him and the springs in the bed as they squeak.
He starts moving in a rhythm, the hand resting on my left hip squeezes hard as he grunts. I feel a sensation building within my core. I try to even my breathing as he continues his assault on my body, praying that it will be over soon. His hand tightens on my hair, the fist that holds it gripping tighter. Then I feel him tense then shudder. He slowly untangles his hand from my hair then pulls out of me. I fall flat on the bed, exhausted and relieved that the whole ordeal is over with. I turn my head away from where he stands looking down at my half naked body before he walks out of the room. I listen for a few moments, hearing the front door slam and his car skid away. A tear falls down my face, not once did he kiss me or talk me through the experience.
I slowly get myself off the bed feeling dirty and used, even though I asked him for it. I’m colder now and even though I should welcome the coldness in, all I want right now is the warmth back. I look down at the evidence of my shattered virginity on the sheets of the bed. I rip all the blankets off and rush off to throw them in the washing machine.
Next stop. Shower.
As the fruity smell of the conditioner runs through my hair, I think about the scene that played out moments before. I wince at the flashbacks. I quickly stop all thoughts, focusing on getting the knots out my hair.
My body aches and I feel a little discomfort, but it’s nothing compared to what I’ve been through in the past. I put on one of my shirts and a pair of shorts, trying to keep myself around the tree house and my thoughts about Tyler at bay.
I don’t have a phone and I don’t know if he’s coming back to fetch me. To be honest, after the entire ordeal… I’d prefer to have some alone time. After two hours go by, thoughts of losing my virginity to Tyler start resurfacing. I decide to block it all off, act as though it didn’t happen, that I didn’t enjoy the possessiveness his body had over me. I’m good at shutting things out so this should be a piece of cake.
I try link with Talon, I’ve told him about my heat and I wonder if Tyler has told him about us having sex.
“You looking for me?” I hear Talon’s worried voice as he links.
“Yeah. How’s things your side?” I know I’m delaying the inevitable, but I’m a little scared to tell him that I slept with his brother.
“Its… things are… it’s busy,” he stutters. Clearly everything is still hush-hush so I don’t push for answers.
“How you doing, baby? Are you coping with the heat? You sound better?” He sounds worried.
I’m quiet for a few seconds then I take a deep breath and link back to him, “My heats over Talon.”
Now it’s his turn to be quiet, “What do you mean? You still have-” He abruptly stops talking.
“You slept with my brother.” His words are flat.
I try to butt in but he’s on a roll. “I’ve been trying so fucking hard, showing you how much I love you and how badly I want to make this work between us. You hardly show me any affection in return, Angel. Do I need to treat you like shit to get some action?” I can feel his fury and I know his words are only fuelled by his anger. I had no idea he would act this way. Talon has never showed any jealously toward his brother -neither has Tyler- but now… hearing the cruelness in his words. I’m not sure how this mate shit is meant to work between the three of us if the twins are jealous of each other.
I don’t bother replying. I shut off the link and build those walls in my mind back up. I’ll speak to him when he’s calmer.