Chapter 5

• Claire POV.
• I thrust my hips upwards in an attempt to tell him that I needed him to stop teasing me. But instead, he looked into my eyes and grinned; his hands came down to my hips, gripping them tightly, and without wasting another moment, he thrust into me, deep and hard.
• Our moans filled the room, killing the silence, sweat building on our bodies from the anticipation of our ascending climaxes.
• Emil's fingers dug into my hips as he continued to thrust into me relentlessly. My nails raked down his back, causing his hips to jerk forward even harder.
• Our eyes locked as we reached the peak of our pinnacles; he bent down, kissing me fervently and tugging at my bottom lip. Then, he adjusted himself inside of my wet pulsing core, causing his cock to tickle my g-spot, making the ever-growing orgasm inside of me finally burst.
• My walls clenched tightly onto his cock, causing him to swell and throb inside of me. Then, a moment later, Emil pulled out and gripped his aching cock; he jerked it with one swift movement and then released himself onto my stomach.
• He collapsed on top of me and braced himself with an arm on either side of me. Emil brushed the stray hairs from my face and placed a loving kiss on my forehead; he then rolled off of me and laid on the bed, relaxed and spent.
• We laid there together, basking in the pre-orgasmic serenity for a while. Then, finally, I got up from the bed and lazily made my way to the bathroom to clean myself up. As I returned to the bedroom, I glanced at Emil, perched on my bed, fully dressed and reading a book.
• I walked over to him. "Are you staying for the night or plan to leave?" I asked him.
• He looked up from the book. "I don't think I should stay the night. Especially, with your brother in the house, he would kill me, particularly if he found out what I do to you for the whole night." He replied, with a cocky tone and smirk on his face.
• Emil got up from the bed before pulling me flush against his body and hugging me. We stayed like that for a moment, and then he pulled back, kissed me and left as if he were never there.
• I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and consumed by the events of the day. But as beat as I was, my thoughts took over, causing me to question everything that had happened today. I laid there with one thing on my mind, or should I say one person, Hunter.
• All I could think of was my encounter with him, the way I felt around him, and the sensation that built between my legs due to his proximity. I also wondered why he let me go, why he retreated his warriors and was now offering a treaty to end the war; it was a burning question that I needed to know the answer to, or I might go mad. I attempted to settle my thoughts and push them to the back of my mind for now.
• Finally, I rolled over, buried myself into the bed and closed my eyes, praying for the sleep that I desperately craved.
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• As morning approached, the sun began to engulf my room, causing me to let out a frustrated groan. Closing my eyes tightly, I pulled my blanket up and over my head in an attempt to shield myself from the blinding light.
• I barely slept; my mind raced all night from everything that had happened the previous day. Thoughts of the battle surged through my brain, Michael's death, the Dark Hallow pack retreating, but mostly I thought about Alpha Hunter and our encounter.
• I thought about how attractive he was, how his closeness made me wet and caused tingles to shoot through my whole body. I thought about his words, his threats and especially how he had let me go, but not before telling me that we would meet again; what did he mean by that? Also, why did he want to propose a treaty? That was the biggest unanswered question.
• Pushing aside my endless thoughts, I got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. First, I took a nice long shower, washing everything away.
• I then got out, brushed my teeth and hair, then proceeded upstairs to join everyone for breakfast.
• I entered the kitchen to find mom and Adel cooking breakfast; they noticed my presence and looked at me.
• "Good morning, sweetheart." Mom said with a smile.
• "Morning, mom," I replied.
• Adel just looked at me and gave me a half-smile. I could tell she was still feeling very emotional regarding yesterday's news; she has always been such a passionate person at times. I am the opposite. I nodded at her, then went into the dining room to join dad and Cain.
• They were sitting at the table talking, but they ceased the conversation as soon as I entered and looked at me.
• "Morning, dad, Cain," I said in a grumpy tone.
• Cain, just looked at me and grunted; he is not a morning person, something we had in common.
• "Good morning Claire, how did you sleep?" Dad questioned.
• I rubbed my face and inhaled a deep breath. "Ok, I guess." That's an understatement, I thought to myself.
• Dad didn't reply, just gave me a curt nod. Then, after a few moments of silence, dad broke the tension in the air and raised the subject that we all dreaded.
• "Later today, we will hold Michael's cremation; the sooner we can send him off, the better. I have spoken to a few warriors, and they are working on assembling his pyre; once it is finished, we will gather everyone at the river for the ceremony."
• The look on my father's face as he spoke was heartbreaking, I knew this was very hard for him, and it was taking everything in him to keep his composure.
• Cain remained still, staring down at the table, unmoving and silent.
• I looked at dad. "Is there anything that you need me to do?" I felt as though it was my obligation to help.
• He cleared his throat. "Yes, could you help your mother and sister with preparing the food for after the ceremony, please? The whole pack will be there, so there are many mouths to feed."
• "Yes, of course, I can. Anything else?"
• He sat there silent for a moment and then shook his head.
• Mom and Adel walked in with breakfast just then, which was perfect because I was starving.
• We sat there enjoying our food; very few words were spoken between us, but it was still nice to just be with them.
• Except for Cain, he kept stealing my food, and I swear, I was two seconds away from biting his damn hand off and then smacking that grin off of his face with it. I love him but also hate that big buffoon.
• After finishing breakfast, Cain and dad left to go to the main hall to prepare for Michael's cremation. I helped mom and Adel clean everything up from breakfast and prepare the food for the after ceremony gathering. Dad had a few other pack members come to help with the food, which we were thankful for as we had so much to do and very little time left.