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Chapter 7: Feeling Better

-Celeste-

The next morning I was cleared and sent back to my room, but as I got to the next floor in the pack house, I was about to turn a corner to go to the room I remembered, but Brendon asked me where I was going.

“To my bedroom,” I said, hearing him chuckle. “What?”

“You haven’t slept there for a long time now. Come on.”

I looked puzzled at his back as he continued down the other hallway. I felt so confused, but Brendon had behaved extremely nicely toward me since I came back from the club. He wasn’t the person I remembered, but I couldn’t even remember we had gotten married. However, this morning, as I went to the bathroom, I saw the mark on my shoulder. There was no doubt about who I belonged to.

Brendon opened a door by the end, and I knew this was his room—a room I had never been in before. Or maybe that wasn’t correct. I had been in his room before because I was his mate, I just couldn’t remember. How did I explain to him that I actually didn’t remember us being mates?

Carefully, I stepped inside, looking around a bit unsure of what to do next, and when the door closed, I jumped, spinning around. Brendon saw my shocked expression, looking confused at me.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yes, I am fine. I just… think I’m still a little confused.”

“Do you want a shower before we go eat a little?”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

I looked around, seeing that there were two doors that could potentially lead to a bathroom, but I couldn’t remember which way they were. I kept glancing between the two, and Brendon began chuckling.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Um, just…”

I had no excuse. I didn’t know how to act like the Celeste he knew. If Brendon was so different, then maybe the Celeste he knew was very different too. Or maybe I should come clean? But the Brendon I remembered would never be this kind or patient with me. Nor would he look at me with such a predatory look in his eyes. I was not making things up, right? He was eating me with his eyes.

I see it too, my wolf said.

Isn’t that weird?

I’m as confused as you.

All right, so I wasn’t the only one with obvious amnesia. However, as Brendon came closer, all I could do was stand still, my heart beating out of control. Why was I reacting this way? It seemed my body remembered him, but my mind didn’t. When he was close enough, he placed his warm hands on my hips, and it was close enough to make my knees buckle. How could a touch feel so good?

“Are you waiting for me to join?” he purred.

“Am I what?”

He chuckled a little again, then pulled back. He ripped off his shirt, throwing it on the bed, and the moment his bare and powerful chest came into view, I was certain I had a mini-heart attack. I knew Brendon wasn’t ugly, but now that I was seeing him from a whole new perspective, I could truly appreciate how good he looked. All the hard muscles and smooth skin that just begged me to lick every inch… Okay, where did that come from?

Brendon grabbed my hands, placing them on his stomach and sliding them down, and I grew instantly wet between my legs.

“Am I to do all the work, beautiful?” he teased me.

“I-I…” My voice was long gone. All that came out were a few stammerings and weird words. It became no better that he grabbed my neck with his hands and pulled me closer to kiss me. The moment his warm lips touched mine, I was done for. I was completely toasted. My mind couldn’t handle anymore, and my knees gave in, but Brendon was there to keep me standing, holding me against his delightful body.

“Seems like I am doing all the work,” he chuckled as he pulled back, then reached for the zipper in my dress.

I was so stunned, I didn’t even ask him to stop or anything. I wasn’t even sure I wanted him to. The way he looked at me as if I were all he could see as he unzipped my dress made me feel so good. He pushed it down, so it pooled at my ankles, and I ended up wearing only my heels from yesterday and panties.

“You drive me absolutely crazy,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me again.

Then he surprised me as he picked me up, and I let out a little surprised gasp. He opened the door not far from the bed, and we entered a large white bathroom. He placed me down on the cold sink.

“Stay there,” he ordered.

Why did it sound so incredibly hot when he gave that order? I remained in my spot as Brendon went and turned on the water in the shower. Then he undressed right in front of me, his whole body coming into view, and his cock… Goddess! I had been taken that inside me. I must have. We were mates, and we had had sex, right? Why couldn’t I remember anything?

Yet I didn’t get to think too much about it before Brendon came over to me again. He kissed me shortly before he worked on getting my heels off.

“These are ridiculously high,” he scolded me in a playful tone.

“They look good,” I whispered, and I saw him smile.

I heard him drop the shoes.

“And expensive!”

He chuckled a little before his hands went to my black panties.

“These covers are nothing, beautiful. You went out in these?” he asked me with a slight growl in his tone as he roughly pulled them off me, tearing them a little. Maybe I should feel a little embarrassed about Brendon seeing me naked, but somehow it felt so right, as if we had done this many times, which we probably had. At least my body remembered, and I only felt comfortable being naked in front of him.

“I didn’t want lines in my dress,” I told him.

“You know what happens when you wear something like that, beautiful,” he whispered.

“Oh, because you decide what I can wear?”

“I like to give my opinion.”

“Is that what we call orders now?” I teased, seeing his eyes glow a little yellow as I pushed his dominant instincts.

“You’re in so much trouble, Celeste,” he purred, and it just turned me on hearing it. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but my body knew.

Brendon pulled me down from the sink and brought me into the shower, but he had me pressed up against the wall in no time, and then I felt the head of his cock pressing in.

“Goddess! Brendon!” I cried out.

I wasn’t quite warmed up enough to take him, but that wonderful pinch there was to the stretch just heightened everything, and I felt myself grow even wetter to accommodate him. He set a maddening pace right away, as if he were punishing me by fucking me in the most brutal and delicious way. I could feel the orgasm building so fast, but before I could reach the wonderful peak, he pulled out.

“Oh, come on!” I gasped as I saw him smile such a satisfied smile.

“No, you have to earn it this time,” he warned me.

“Earn it?”

“Knees, beautiful. I want to fuck your mouth.”

Oh, my whole body clenched in delight. How could I be this excited to suck Brendon’s cock? It was Brendon! But in no time had I slid to my knees, and his hand was in my hair, guiding me down on his thick length. I felt him hit the back of my throat so fast and then press a tiny bit deeper, making me gag slightly. He pulled back, then rammed inside again. He used me for his own pleasure, but it was so pleasurable because the sounds he made made me feel so fucking good. And if I was good, I knew there would be a reward at the end.

Brendon kept sliding in and out of my mouth, taking from me what he wanted, and the tempo reached its peak soon before he came, spurting his warm cum into my throat. I quickly swallowed it all before he got out of my mouth and looked down at me with such a satisfied look in his eyes.

“Good girl, now let’s get you cleaned up,” he told me, getting me on my feet again, but he had to hold onto me because of how weak my legs felt, and that just made him look even more satisfied.

He began sliding his hands over my body as he scrubbed me clean, but that did nothing to quench the fire inside me, and he knew that.

“Brendon,” I gasped as both his hands began kneading my breasts, squeezing them, and teasing the nipples with thumbs. He pressed my back against his front, leaving me with no escape.

“Need me, beautiful?”

“You know I do,” I whispered.

“Beg for it,” he taunted.

“Please fuck me!”

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