Chapter 238 PIPER

Rowan had been moving further and further away from me, and it was something that I couldn’t bear any longer. The meeting with Alina in the woods still disturbed my mind, and no matter how much Warrick tried to calm my raw nerves, there was a growing feeling of unease within the pack. It was as if I had stood in the middle of a hurricane, watching the clouds gather and yet doing nothing to stop the rain from falling.

The next morning, Rowan did not show up for breakfast. I looked around the room, my eyes finally landing on his vacant chair. Alina sat opposite where he should have been, smiling at some private joke. Something twisted in my stomach.

Over breakfast, I called Aurora behind her office door.

“Something’s wrong,” I said. “Rowan’s been off for weeks and I think Alina’s behind it.”

Aurora frowned, her fingers light on the desk. “I’ve noticed it, too, but we can’t accuse him of anything without proof. He is hurting Piper, and pushing him harder may make things worse. Rowan isn’t the enemy.”

It wasn’t until later that night, past the extra time in the training arena on the padded dummy baby doll, that Warrick found me, my frustrations evident in every strike. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, and just watched me, smiling in that annoying way of his.

“You’re going to break it,” he said.

“Maybe I want to,” I said, mopping the sweat off my forehead.

Warrick came over, laying his hand delicately on my shoulder. “What’s bugging you?"

“It’s Rowan,” I said. “He’s different. Alina’s taking him from us, and I can’t…” My voice cracked saying the words, “I can’t do anything.”

Warrick’s fingers tilted my chin up so I had to look at him. “You’re carrying too much,” he said softly. “You can’t fix everything on your own.”

His closeness set my heartbeat racing and before I could register it, I leaned into him, my forehead pressed against his chest. His arms came around me, strong, holding me closer to himself.

“It’s not just Rowan,” I whispered. “It feels like the whole pack’s falling apart.”

Warrick’s hand slid to the back of my neck, the pad of his thumb stroking over my skin in gentle, comforting circles. “We’ll get through it.”

I flung my head back and met his eyes, the fire in them sent a spark right to my body. His lips, an inch from mine, were not going to slip away this time either. I moved in, pressing my lips to his, pouring frustration and longing built up inside of me into this kiss, as I went on my tiptoes to reach deeper.

Warrick reacted on instinct. His hands on my waist, in one smooth motion he pulled me up close against his body. Firm and soft, with his lips, his emotions poured into this moment.

I drew back to catch my breath, but Warrick didn’t let me go. His lips tracked down my neck and across my shoulder, leaving fire in their wake. “Piper,” he growled low. “I miss you."

I threw my hands over his shoulder, my fingers tangling into his hair. “I missed you too, but you broke us apart…I didn’t…”

He cut me off as his lips found mine again, “I’m sorry…I made a fucking mistake.”

He stepped backwards, I followed him as we deepened our kiss, his tongue in my mouth, searching for mine.

I heard a clattering sound as he pushed all the swords and training instruments off the table. We spun and he lifted me by my butt and placed me on the table. His hands slid under my shirt.

I gasped as he pulled my shirt over my head. His eyes darkened as they roamed over my perky boobs pointing at him.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his lips finding mine again.

Warrick’s kisses grew desperate, hands cupped my boobs and he fondled them. He pinched my nips and I forgot all of my trouble as he rolled them between his fingers.

My hands fumbled with his shirt, desperate to feel him and he helped me pull it off, revealing the toned muscles I’d only ever caught glimpses of before. My fingers traced the lines of his chest, marveling at the heat of his skin.

His lips found my collarbone, his hands slipping down my hips as he raised my skirt, digging his fingers into my skin.

A low moan fell from my lips as he pressed his thigh between my legs, then slipped his fingers through my panties, into my pussy.

“Baby…Fuck me already…hmm,” I moaned as he inserted two fingers and his lips rested on my tits, he sucked as he closed his eyes. My fingers webbed in his hair as I pushed him closer.

“Warrick,” I moaned, not loud enough for me to even hear it.

I tried to breathe as I placed my hands behind me and rolled my head back, with my back arched. He moved from one tit to the other.

His fingers stroked across my pussy, a low burning ache coursing along my spine. Light and soft, he teased circles of slow, purposeful touches until I began to shake from need.

“Please,” I begged on a shaking breath.

Warrick groaned, “Yes, baby,” thrusting inside once more and pulling back out at the same slick, fast pace.

I scratched for him, my fingertips digging with a burrowing curl into his shoulder as I squirted.

My entire body shook and Warrick held me tight, his kisses light upon my lips calming me. He pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead as he ran his hand over my hair, stroking it softly.

“How do you feel now, baby?” Warrick asked as he pulled back and tried to pull down my skirt to cover me up. But, I wanted more.

I jumped down from the table and took down my skirt and my pants as I stood naked in front of him. He swallowed as he ran his gaze over my naked hot body.

I went on my knee and my hands went fumbling with the button of his pants, with the speed of light. He pulled my hair over my shoulder as he stared at me, licked his lips.

He groaned as I freed him, his cock hard and warm against my palm. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained.

I answered by pulling him close. “Yes,” I said, my voice firm, I closed my eyes and guided him into my mouth.

I rolled my head over the cap as I pulled him with my tongue. “Ahhh…” he groaned and held my head as he pulled away.

“What… Did I do it wrong?” I was surprised.

He shook his head and gritted his teeth, “No…you are too good.”

I smirked as I took his hand and I laid on my back slowly, guiding him on top of me. “Then don’t hurt me baby…just fuck me.”

Warrick closed his eyes as he groaned, I guided his cock inside of me as I widened my legs, he opened his eyes and kissed me, “Thank you, baby.”

Warrick moved slowly but delicately. His eyes never left mine and I wrapped my legs around him to draw him closer.

“Ahh…Piper.” he groaned.

The movements quickened and grew more desperate, chasing each other to a release neither of us was finding, the only sound was our bodies moving in the quiet arena, I was burning from the inside out.

“Ooh yes, yes, yes” I moaned as I was already at the climax. He kept on thrusting faster until finally he came.

We collapsed together, utterly weak and breathless. He leaned over me, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

I laid my head against his chest, against the sound of his voice and in the darkness around us. It was, for the first time in weeks, going to be alright.

The following morning, I found Rowan in the training arena. He watched me approach and for one hopeful instant, I thought that he might speak to me but he faced away, tension in his shoulders telling me otherwise.