SWNOVELS Chapter 8
My cheeks blush as I watch Malachi pull himself to a sitting position, looking at me with worry. I can tell the surprise of it being my first time is getting to him, but I'm not sure why. Then he starts laughing. "Chloe, I'm just kidding. I knew from the beginning you were a virgin. You are very tight" He says, still laughing. I give him a look of annoyance. Then slap his shoulder. “jerk” I retort, looking at the ceiling when Malachi pulls me on top of him.
My legs straddle him while I take the time to admire his features. He raises his hand to gently brush
my hair out of my face. "You're so beautiful,” He says, pulling me down to him to kiss his lip softly.
He trails his hands down my arms, and my body heat soars. I also feel him getting hard again.
Malachi switches our positions, so he is hovering above me, but not quite resting his full weight
against me. Both of his arms support him on each side of me and I take this opportunity to drag my
own down his shoulders to his elbows. I see goosebumps form on his skin and when I meet his eyes
it looks like I'm the only girl in the world. "Chloe, I want to make love to you again,” he says. "Then
what's stopping you?" I ask.
I gasp when Malachi swiftly inserts his member into me, this time allowing my walls to adjust to his size. I grind my hips against him, yearning for the friction and Malachi begins to thrust into me, keeping our bodies pressed together while he nuzzles his face in my neck. "Oh Malachi, you feel so good inside me," I cry out. He grabs my ass to get better leverage and begins thrusting into me harder. The more I moan, the faster he goes. "OH MY GOD! MALACHI!!" I scream out his name with my release as he reaches his climax at the same time.
Before he pulls out, he kisses my forehead, then wraps his strong arms around me. I stay in his arms for the next few hours. When we notice the sun rising, we get dressed, and I kiss him before turning to leave for my room. I definitely don't want to hear Amelia question why I was in his room., but before I can walk out, Malachi grabs me around the waist and pulls me back to him. "I don't want you to leave," he says with puppy dog eyes, which is very cute and funny to see on a wolf. I laugh. He wraps his arms around me tight, then he brings his lips to mine in a delicate kiss. "I will see you later, Luna,” he says with a grin. "We'll see. I might play hard to get again,” I tease, laughing. He comes at me playfully, picking me up from behind and swings me around. He lets me down and spanks my ass. "Oh my," I squeak, kind of like it. I turn to Malachi and blow him a kiss seductively as I walk out the door.
I start down the hall back to my room when I hear Amelia call for me. “Chloe?” I turn to look at her, caught in my walk of shame. "Hey Amelia,” I say casually. "Don't hey me, lady, were you coming from Malachi's room?” She asks, glancing at the door. I know he's probably listening, so I motion toward my room. "Hurry, come with me," I say, and she follows me to my room. "Yes, I was with him," I told her after closing my door. "No way!!" She squeals. "What? it's what you wanted, right?" I ask.
"OMG YES! Of course! Now we are going to be official pack sisters,” she says, smiling. I look at her, confused, "Pack sisters?" I question. "Yeah, I am marrying Paul, and you will marry Malachi, so that makes us Pack sisters," she says happily. "Woah slow down, Amelia, we slept together. That doesn't mean we are getting married,” I say, freaking out a little. "Calm down, I was kidding silly. I was trying to get you to admit that you slept with Malachi, "she declares. "Hey, that's not funny!” I say, feigning outrage.
"Let's go downstairs for coffee to celebrate your sex with your wolfman,” Amelia laughs. We are about to leave the room when I remember something. "Wait, I don't have any clothes,” I tell her. "Let me run to my room, I'll be right back," she leaves, heading to her room. A few minutes later, she comes back with some clothes in hand. Amelia hands them to me and sits on the couch. "Thanks!" I pull the clothes on. She brought me a white long sleeve shirt that showed some cleavage with a black pair of jeans with rips in them, tight fitted because my ass is fatter than Amelia’s. I pull my hair up in a bun, and we take off out the door.
Walking through the hallway with Amelia at my heels, we make it to the kitchen. Amelia starts making coffee as I lean against the counter, watching her. "So, I know your wedding is still a few months away but I think today is a good day for your bachelorette party!" I announce and watch her turn to look at me. "Oh. Hell, yes,” she yells excitedly. "We should go to the new club downtown. It will be so much fun, and we can invite all the girls in your pack.” I say.
Right when we are discussing the party, Paul walks in. We turn to look at him, getting quiet. "Did I interrupt something, ladies?" he asks. Amelia walks up to him, wrapping her arms around him. "Babe, we have my bachelorette party tonight, and you boys should have one too," she exclaims. "I will see what Malachi has to say. Are you sure it's a good idea to go to a club right now with the stalker guy out there?” He asks. "Of course, she'll be with me. I won't let anything happen to my best friend," she claims. "Ok, ladies. I trust your judgment baby, but I gotta go. I have the pack meeting to get to. I'll see you later,” he kisses her then leaves without another word.
I assume Malachi must have left for the meeting as well. Amelia told me they have lunch with other packs around our area to see how security is. "Hey, I have to go. My final is at 1:30 today. I'll come back after.” I say, turning to Amelia. She just nods her head in agreement and watches me grab my bag and walk out the front door.
While I'm driving to my class, my phone rings. I quickly slide it to answer. "Hello?" I chirp. "Hey, Aunt Chloe! It's me; Kali. I got my phone back and there is something I need to tell you that mom doesn't know,” She mutters, causing me to worry. "What is it? Are you ok?" I question, noticing she sounds upset. "Promise me you won't tell mom," she says desperately. "Ok, what's wrong?" I ask her with concern in my voice.
“I'm pregnant.”