Chapter 7: Feeling Better

-Celeste-

The next morning, I was cleared and sent back to my room. As I ascended to the next floor of the pack house, I was about to turn a corner when Brendon asked, “Where are you going?”

“To my bedroom,” I replied, hearing him chuckle. “What?”

“You haven’t slept there in a long time. Come on.”

Puzzled, I watched as he continued down the hallway. I was still overwhelmed by everything, leaving me frozen in place. Brendon had been unusually kind to me since I returned from the club. He wasn’t the person I remembered. I couldn’t even recall our ceremony. But as I had made my way to the bathroom that morning, something had caught my attention…

I flicked on the light, still feeling drowsy.

“You need help?” Brendon called from the other room.

“No, I’m fine,” I replied, craving some space. I shut the door behind me. I went to the toilet, then washed my hands, but there was a strange sensation creeping through me.

It took a moment before I realized what it was—it was Brendon’s emotions. Even with the door between us, I could sense his concern for me. I shook my head, trying to dismiss the feeling, but then I realized why I felt this way.

After drying my hands, I slowly lifted them toward the neckline of my dress. As I pulled it down, I gasped. There, right in the center on my left shoulder, were white imprints in the shape of sharp teeth—a mating mark.

There was no doubt about who I belonged to.

“Celeste!” Brendon called, and I snapped out of my trance, quickly following him. He opened a door at the end of the hallway, and I realized it was his room—a place I’d never been before. Or had I?

It felt oddly familiar, but my memories were hazy. How could I explain to him that I didn’t remember us being mates? Carefully, I stepped inside, feeling uncertain about what to do next. When the door closed behind me, I jumped and spun around. Brendon was looking at me, a hint of confusion in his expression.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. I just... think I’m still a little confused.”

“Do you want to take a shower before we grab a bite?”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

I glanced around, spotting two doors that could lead to the bathroom, but I couldn’t remember which one it was. My eyes flickered between them, and Brendon chuckled.

“What are you doing?” he inquired.

“Um, just…” I trailed off, unable to offer an excuse. I didn’t know how to act like the Celeste he knew. If Brendon had changed so much, maybe the Celeste he remembered was different too. Should I come clean? But the Brendon I remembered would never be this kind or patient, nor would he look at me with that predatory gleam in his eyes. I wasn’t imagining things—he was definitely eyeing me like prey.

I see it too, my wolf chimed in.

Isn’t that strange?

I don’t know. I’m just as confused as you are.

Great, I thought. So I wasn’t the only one experiencing this amnesia. Yet as Brendon stepped closer, I found myself frozen, my heart racing uncontrollably. Why was I reacting this way? My body seemed to remember him, even if my mind didn’t. When he reached me, his warm hands settled on my hips, making my knees weak. How could a simple touch feel so electrifying?

“Are you waiting for me to join you?” he purred.

“Am I what?”

He chuckled softly, then pulled back, ripping off his shirt and tossing it onto the bed. The moment his bare, muscular chest came into view, I felt a surge of heat. I had always known Brendon was handsome, but seeing him now was a revelation. Every hard muscle and smooth inch of skin seemed to beckon me.

Brendon took my hands and placed them on his stomach, guiding them downward. My body responded instantly, heat pooling between my legs.

“Am I supposed to do all the work, beautiful?” he teased.

“I-I…” My voice faltered, reduced to stammering and incoherent words. It didn’t help that he gripped my neck and pulled me closer for a kiss. The moment his warm lips met mine, I melted. I was utterly lost, my mind spinning. My knees buckled, but Brendon was there, holding me against his solid frame.

“Seems like I’m doing all the work,” he chuckled as he pulled back and reached for the zipper of my dress.

I was so stunned that I didn’t even ask him to stop. In fact, I wasn’t sure I wanted him to. The way he looked at me—as if I were the only thing in his world—sent shivers of pleasure through me. He slowly unzipped my dress, letting it fall to my ankles, leaving me in nothing but yesterday’s heels and my panties.

“You drive me absolutely crazy,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me again.

Then, to my surprise, he lifted me up, and I gasped in shock. He opened a door near the bed, revealing a large, pristine bathroom. He set me down on the cold sink.

“Stay there,” he ordered.

Why did his commanding tone sound so incredibly enticing? I remained where he placed me as he turned on the shower. Then, he undressed right in front of me, revealing his full, powerful body. Goddess! I thought as I noticed a specific part of him. I had taken that inside me. We were mates. We had had sex, right? But why couldn’t I remember anything?

Before I could dwell on it, Brendon came back, kissing me briefly before kneeling to remove my heels.

“These are ridiculously high,” he said playfully.

“They look good,” I replied, watching him smile as he dropped the shoes. “And expensive!”

He chuckled softly before his hands moved to my black panties.

“Is this what you wore out?” he asked, a hint of a growl in his voice, as he pulled them off me, tearing them slightly. I should have felt embarrassed being naked in front of him, but somehow it felt so right, as if we had done this countless times before.

“I didn’t want lines in my dress,” I explained.

“You know what happens when you wear something like that, beautiful,” he whispered.

“Oh, so you decide what I can wear now?”

“I like to give my opinion.”

“Is that what we’re calling orders now?” I teased, pushing back against his dominant instincts.

“You’re in so much trouble, Celeste,” he purred, sending a thrill through me. I wasn’t sure what he would do next, but my body was ready.

Brendon pulled me down from the sink and pressed me against the shower wall. I felt the head of his cock pressing against me.

“Goddess! Brendon!” I cried out.

I wasn’t quite ready for him, but the delicious pinch of his intrusion heightened everything, making me wetter for him. He set a relentless pace, fucking me hard and fast, as if he were punishing me in the best way possible. I could feel the orgasm building quickly, but just before I reached the peak, he pulled out.

“Oh, come on!” I gasped, watching him wear a satisfied grin.

“No, you have to earn it this time,” he warned.

“Earn it?”

“Knees, beautiful. I want to fuck your mouth.”

My body clenched in excitement. How could I be so eager to suck Brendon’s cock? But before I knew it, I was on my knees, his hand guiding my head down onto his thick length. He thrust deep, hitting the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly.

He pulled back before driving into me again, taking what he wanted while I reveled in the pleasure of it all. The sounds he made only fueled my need, and I knew that if I was good, there would be a reward. Brendon continued to slide in and out of my mouth, reaching a feverish pace until he came, filling my throat with his warm release. I swallowed every drop before he pulled out, looking down at me with a satisfied smirk.

“Good girl. Now let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, helping me to my feet. I swayed slightly, and he steadied me, his expression growing even more satisfied.

As he slid his hands over my body, washing me clean, the fire inside me only intensified.

“Brendon,” I gasped, feeling his hands knead my breasts, teasing my nipples with his thumbs. He pressed my back against his front, leaving me no escape.

“Need me, beautiful?”

“You know I do,” I whispered.

“Beg for it,” he taunted.

“Please, fuck me!”