Chapter 9 Different

• CHRYS
• He stayed there for a long time before he stepped out of the trees and walked towards me. Yet, I pretended like I didn't hear his approach.
• He was as silent as Gordon. His steps were like that of a cat, and had it not been for my advanced hearing, I wouldn't have heard of his approach.
• 'Mate!' Chels almost went crazy when he got nearer. It seemed like she was moments from leaping out of my chest — to embrace him.
• “What are you doing out here?” He stood next to me.
• I peeked an eye open, gave him a once over, and pretended to be too engrossed in my thoughts to pay heed to him.
• I closed my eyes once more, and placed my right palm on my face, trying not to react to his closeness.
• “A human out in a forest in the afternoon? If it's not odd, tell me what is?” He sat next to me, and that forced me to open my eyes. I sat up and faced him, trying to understand what he was trying to do.
• “Why? Is it a crime to love nature?” I narrowed my eyes at him, still wondering if he saw me in my wolf form.
• Chels is no help, drooling at the sight of her mate and acting like a horny bitch. She didn't say a word, but her purring was enough to get on my damned nerves.
• I feel the urge to kick her out of my body —if it's possible— but I know I will be the one to suffer from it.
• “You don't strike me as someone who will love to be out in the open.”
• “Don't tell me I look like one who sits at home and spends her husband's fortune on expensive things I won't get to use?” I arched a brow at him, challenging him with the dark look in my eyes.
• He chuckled, “slut, you don't seem too bad at all. I love your sense of humour.”
• Somehow, having him call me a slut doesn't sound insulting at all. It sounded like a normal name, or maybe I have gone too insane to regard it as such.
• Perhaps, he's rubbing off negatively on me to the point that I don't even know what's right and what's not.
• “Why? Do you think I'm an old lazy woman who loves to smoke and talk of old days?” I rose from the ground and dusted my arse. “What are you doing out here? Stalking me to know if I'm digging a grave out here for you?” I pursed my lips.
• He chuckled, “Yeah, I was indeed stalking you.” He rose from the ground and came to stand beside me, wrapping his hand around my waist and drawing me closer to him.
• He sniffed my neck, rubbing his nose on it like a damned dog.
• I chuckled at the tickling sensation while Chels purred like a dog in heat.
• 'Hey! That's degrading! I'm a wolf, not a damned dog!'
• “What perfume do you use? The smell is so addicting,” he murmured.
• His actions confused me. It seemed like he's the Jayden I know and at the same time different from the one I know.
• “The usual.” I shrugged, “do you think I use something like a love potion?”
• “Seems true,” His voice sounded gruff, sending shivers down my spine. “Let's swim.”
• Chels purred, making it impossible for me to say a word. Without waiting for my reply, he let go of me and started stripping until he was in his boxers alone. “I haven't been to a river for a long time, well, since I turned ten.”
• I tried not to look at that tempting chest in full display because I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my hands to myself.
• I didn't say a word. Jayden seems a little talkative today, making me wonder what the hell is going through his mind now. Did something happen to him?
• I stared at his eyes, wondering if they were supposed to be so golden. Almost like a wolf?
• He smiled, “care to join me for a swim?”
• “Mmm.”
• I slowly removed my clothes, leaving me only in my panties and bra.
• I was the first to step into the river before he joined me, wrapping his hand around my stomach and bringing me closer.
• My breath became deeper when I felt the probing of his hard erection behind me. It aroused me as I unconsciously ground towards him.
• “Eager, are we?” He murmured into my ear, licking a long trail before his hand went down, to my breasts and down towards my navel, to a place he shouldn't have permission to touch, but I was too helpless to ask him to stop.
• Out here in the open, with the birds watching us and wondering why I let my young stepson do whatever he pleased with me, I leaned on his chest.
• I felt like those old human females who love fucking men as young as him. And though I felt guilty, I couldn't help but rock back into him, shamelessly grinding against his erection.
• 'Someone is being too slutty!' Chels Chuckled, loving everything happening. I can feel how much she loves it.
• He sniffed my neck once more as his hand went lower towards my panties.
• I felt him pulling my G-string panties to the side.
• My hands tightened as I tried not to moan when I felt his fingers prob my pussy. I automatically widened my legs, spreading them apart, wanting to receive his finger into my now wet pussy.
• I wasn't the only one affected by this. He continued to pant like a dog in heat, drawing me closer as he slipped a finger into my pussy.
• A gasp left my mouth at the feeling that went through me, rocking me to the core and making me eager to feel him fuck me.
• Goddess, help me.
• What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I letting Gordon's son touch me in a place that's reserved for his father?
• How will he react when he sees me in such a position with his son? It won't be pleasing, I know.