I felt my body tense up and didn't know how to react.
"Raymond?" I whispered his name, almost to reassure myself that he was still awake.
"Hm?" He replied in a deep voice, with a hint of amusement. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
There was something teasing in his tone, and I could feel his hand on my chest.
For a moment, it felt like I was talking to a stranger, someone completely different from the Raymond I knew.
But then his touch pulled me back to reality.
I could feel something pressing against my thigh, firm and undeniable.
It was large, and I felt my cheeks flush.
Raymond's hand slid lower, his voice deep with desire, "Can we?"
"Can we…?"
Was he asking me to…?
I nodded, my head spinning and my mind blank. Strangely, a part of me was looking forward to what was coming next.
His hand moved under my nightgown, and I realized I wasn't wearing anything underneath. It didn't take long for him to find the place where my heartbeat felt the strongest.
It felt different—his touch was rougher than I was used to, and his fingers felt calloused against my skin.
He gently kneaded, and I could feel my body responding—my skin tightening with a strange, subtle heat.
I wanted more. I wanted him to touch me deeper, in places I felt most vulnerable, most alive.
It was something I had never experienced with anyone before—not even with Jason, my ex-mate.
It wasn't that I hadn't wanted physical intimacy with Jason, but the intensity had never been like this.
Raymond's arms held me firmly from behind, giving his hands free rein to explore my body.
His fingers teased my delicate swells, pausing to draw out the tension in their tender tips.
When he pinched them, I let out a soft moan before I could stop myself. Embarrassed, I quickly covered my mouth.
"Don't," Raymond said behind me, his voice deep and steady, drawing me in with every word. "I love hearing you."
His voice carried a heat that rippled through me, loosening every knot within me as I gave in to the moment.
Then his hand drifted lower, brushing against the sensitive place between my thighs. He didn't rush—his touch circled my clitoris, teasing but never fully satisfying it.
I instinctively pressed my legs together, the ache of longing growing unbearable. My mind wandered, imagining what it would feel like if he went further.
After a moment, his finger slid in, hesitating at the entrance before moving deeper. When he touched that sensitive spot, my body tensed, and I couldn't help but curl up, my toes gripping tight against the sheets.
"Relax," he whispered, his other hand brushing my chin as if to calm me down.
For a moment, I felt like my body was completely his to command. Strangely, I didn't mind and instead craved more.
The pleasure rose in waves, each stronger than the last, until it finally crashed over me.
As I caught my breath, Raymond kissed my forehead and quietly got up, heading to the bathroom.
I lay in bed, my body still shaking from the aftermath. As my mind cleared, I realized—he'd gone to the bathroom to take care of himself.
Why?
A feeling of disappointment came over me, but it quickly turned into worry.
Was it because of his disability? Did it make things harder for him?
In the dark, I lay awake, waiting. When Raymond returned, he kissed my forehead. "Get some sleep. Good night."
I couldn't understand my feelings, but one thing was clear—I'd fallen for him even if he was a rogue with a disability.
In my mind, Lily howled in frustration.
I didn't sleep well. My dreams keep taking me back to the day my parents died. There was blood everywhere.
Later, warm hands stroked my back, pulling me out of the nightmare.
I stared at the ceiling when I woke.
The bed beside me was empty; Raymond was already gone.
I reached out to touch the cold sheets, feeling a strange emptiness.
I didn't know what was on his mind, but his absence hurt more than I cared to admit.
I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself. I had the right curves, but doubt still crept in.
Am I crazy?
I paced around the room, feeling restless. What's wrong with me?
The thought that Raymond might not find me attractive hurt. He seemed to want me, but maybe it was just about our marriage. Maybe he didn't like me.
The thought tightened in my chest.
After a shower, I noticed a stack of business cards on the nightstand: Raymond Anderson, Director of Creek Valley Corporation.
His company's address was printed on it.
I couldn't resist. I slipped one into my bag.
I wanted to see him again.
No—I needed to. I couldn't stop thinking about him.
But life went on. Training took up most of my time, and I focused on improving myself. With only six months until graduation, I couldn't afford to waste time.
Failure wasn't an option, not in front of Beth.
"Well done," Blake said after training, wiping his face with a hanky. "You've improved."
The praise caught me by surprise, and I scratched my head. It had been so long since anyone encouraged me.
Since my parents died, all I heard from the Fang Pack were harsh comments. I tried to stay confident, but their words made me feel insecure, especially since I was an unprotected omega.
"Caitlyn!" Eileen called from the entrance of the training ground. She stood with Luan and Mia, waving for me to join them.
The four of us got along, but they were closer to each other. My chores for the Fang Pack usually kept me from spending time with them.
"Go on," Blake said with a smile. "That's all for today."
"Thanks, Professor." I smiled and ran toward the three of them.
"Want to go to the city tomorrow?" Eileen asked. "I'll show you something fun."