Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession

Chapter 152: Tomorrow

The house had finally gone quiet.

After the chaos of the day, Tessy found herself moving silently beside Roman down the corridor that led to his bedroom. No one said a word. Not a whisper. But something pulsed heavily between them... something thick, unspoken, and waiting.

Inside the room, the atmosphere shifted. The thick velvet curtains were already drawn, cocooning the space in warmth. Tessy stood near the bed, her fingers brushing lightly over the silk sheet, while Roman walked toward the dresser and slowly undid the buttons of his black shirt.

She watched him.

Her eyes lingered over his back, the tension in his shoulders, the ridges of muscle beneath his skin, the veins that stood out on his forearms as he moved. He was still wound tight, the day’s frustration barely held beneath the surface. And he hadn’t touched her... not in that way... not since the miscarriage.

At first, she understood it. He was giving her time to heal and space to come to terms with everything that had happened.

But lately, it was beginning to feel like distance. As if he was holding back. As if he was afraid to cross a line with her. He would hold her, yes. Kiss her forehead, touch her waist lightly as he passed. But never linger. Never take.

And it hurt more than she wanted to admit.

She knew Roman wasn’t Francis, and knew somewhere within her heart that he would not treat her the way Francis had treated her after her first miscarriage. He had made it clear several times and had proven it to a reasonable extent.

But still, that old fear still lingered in the back of her mind.

But not tonight.

Tonight, she wanted to silence that voice.

She took a slow breath, her chest rising gently beneath the soft strap of her satin nightdress. The fabric clung to her curves like liquid, flowing over her hips and stopping just below her thighs. She walked toward him, and stopped only when she was directly behind him.

He must’ve felt her presence, because his shoulders tensed slightly before he exhaled. noveldrama

Without saying a word, she reached forward, her fingers brushing the skin of his back, tracing softly down the groove of his spine.

Roman stilled.

Her hands moved around his waist then, sliding over the firm muscles of his abdomen before slipping underneath the waistband of his trousers. She rested her cheek against his bare back, her breath warming his skin.

"I’ve missed you," she whispered.

He turned then and looked at her. Really looked at her.

"Tessy..." His voice was hoarse, low, and heavy with restraint.

She didn’t let him finish. Instead, she reached up and kissed him. Her kiss was not soft, not cautious. Her lips found his, and she poured every ounce of longing into that kiss. She felt him tense... then groan low into her mouth as he finally responded.

He kissed her back with force. With hunger.

His hands grabbed her waist, then her back, pulling her flush against him. The kiss deepened, wild and breathless. Tongues tangling. Lips bruising. Tessy moaned softly as he pushed her against the nearest wall, his mouth trailing down to her neck, biting and kissing, devouring her skin like he couldn’t get enough.

He tasted her slowly, savoring every spot that made her gasp, every place that made her whimper.

Her hands moved quickly, tugging at the rest of his shirt, then sliding down his chest, palms flat against his heated skin.

Roman’s breath was rough against her collarbone. "You sure about this?" He asked, swallowing down his fear after what happened the last time they made love. Williams already told him the link was broken and it wouldn’t happen again.

"Stop asking," she whispered, pulling him closer.

He didn’t need more convincing.

Roman swept her up in one movement, his strength effortless, and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, like she was something precious, but his eyes... his eyes burned like fire.

Tessy stretched out on the sheets, her chest heaving softly as she watched him strip, his pants sliding down long, powerful legs. His erection stood proud and thick, and the sight of him made her thighs clench in anticipation.

He crawled onto the bed like a man ready to worship.

He hovered above her, hands sliding up her legs, pushing the thin nightdress higher and higher until it was bunched at her hips.

Roman’s gaze was dark as he looked at her. "You’re so damn beautiful."

His fingers teased the insides of her thighs, trailing featherlight touches that made her breath hitch and her body ache. He leaned down, kissing the skin there, spreading her legs slowly as his mouth lowered to taste her.

Tessy’s back arched immediately, her moan sharp as his tongue found her center. He worked with his tongue, giving her her slow, long, teasing strokes, watching her squirm beneath him. He savored every sound she made, every twitch of her hips, every gasp of his name.

She cried out softly, gripping the sheets as he took his time, working her with lips and tongue until her body trembled violently beneath him. He didn’t stop until she came against his mouth, shuddering with release, her thighs squeezing around his head.

He kissed his way back up her body, licking and biting and tasting her all over again.

"Tessy," he murmured, voice thick with lust. "I’ve been dying to touch you. But I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want to rush you."

"You’re not hurting me," she whispered breathlessly. "You’re healing me."

He kissed her again before finally burying his legs inside of her.

Her breath caught in her throat, and Roman groaned against her skin as her body wrapped around him, hot and tight and perfect.

They moved together slowly at first, grinding, sliding, breathing each other in. Roman’s pace was measured, deep, dragging out every sensation.

Tessy clutched at his back, her nails raking down his spine as he filled her again and again, each thrust stronger than the last.

"You feel so good," he whispered into her neck.

Tessy whimpered, biting her lip as he rolled his hips just right, sending waves of heat straight to her core.

Roman picked up the pace, hips snapping into hers with growing hunger. Their bodies slapped together, skin slick with sweat, their moans rising louder into the room. Tessy’s legs wrapped around him tighter, anchoring him to her as she met every thrust with her own.

It wasn’t just sex, it was fire, a deep connection only two souls created for each other could feel and understand.

A slow-burning inferno that built with every movement, every kiss, every breathless curse.

When her second orgasm hit, she cried out his name, back arching off the bed as her body pulsed around him.

But he didn’t stop.

He flipped her over gently, pulling her hips up, her body arching beneath him as he entered her from behind. The new angle made her see stars.

He grabbed her waist, pulling her back into him, each thrust deep and precise. Tessy moaned into the sheets, her body slick with pleasure, her mind hazy and lost in sensation.

Roman leaned over her, kissing her back, her shoulder, his voice rough and needy in her ear. "You’re mine. Always."

She nodded, unable to speak, completely undone beneath him.

They came together again, harder this time. Loud. Shameless. Her body shook violently beneath him, and he collapsed against her, breathless and panting.

They lay tangled in each other’s arms, sweat cooling against the sheets, hearts still racing.

Tessy rested her head on his chest, her fingers drawing lazy circles on his skin. Roman’s hand ran through her hair slowly, his breath finally steadying.

She felt his lips press against her forehead in a soft lingering kiss.

Then came the words.

"The journey to werewolf city will take place tomorrow," he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper in the dark. He was observing her silently, checking to see if she would drift off again like the last time. But it didn’t happen.

Tessy blinked, her body still humming, but her mind slowly returning.

"Tomorrow?" she asked softly, not moving from his chest.

He nodded. "At noon. But we can extend it if you need more time."

She didn’t say anything else. There was no fear in her. No hesitation. Just trust. She was ready to embark on this journey. She was ready to rediscover herself and discover the things which have been hidden from her for so long.

She curled into him, body relaxed, her heart finally full after so many days of uncertainty. That fear she had harbored for sometime faded away finally.

But the night was far from over.

Roman reached for her again, hunger already sparking back to life in his touch.

Tessy welcomed it.

Her body was his tonight, fullly. And he intended to worship every inch until the sun came up.