CHAPTER 86: _ TELL ME THE TRUTH

Heid takes a step towards him, her body swaying with the intoxicating pull. "Just this once. Amias, please. I can’t explain how... how horny I am right now. I don’t think I can stand it." She desperately pleads.

He closes his eyes for a moment, his jaw clenching. He knows. He feels it too. The air between them is thick with it. It’s such an evident thing that is pulling them back together, despite his logical words.

When his eyes open again, she sees a flicker of consideration in them. It’s a fleeting moment of weakness. "I know," he says, his voice hoarse with a need he is barely controlling. "It’s because you’re in heat."

He looks away from her, and a sudden, surprising shyness blooms in his eyes. He scans the forest floor, his gaze passing over fallen leaves, moss-covered stones, and broken twigs. He kneels like he’s spotted something useful, picking up a short, sturdy stick, no bigger than the palm of his hand.

Heidi watches as he holds it before her.

"I have an idea. Just give me a sec." He says.

His claws that are still extended from his wolf form shimmer in the moonlight as he begins to work on the wood, carving and whittling it. He scrapes the bark away, shapes the edges, and smooths the surface.

With each motion of his, her confusion grows. What is he doing? Her heart is still beating fast, her body is still buzzing with unfulfilled need. Her wolf is snarling with impatience. This isn’t what she wants. She wants him. She wants his hands, his mouth, and his body. She wants to be claimed.

Finally, Amias holds the stick out to her. It’s been transformed. It’s now smooth, polished by his touch, and its length has been whittled to the precise size of a finger. No, it’s not a finger. It’s... a dick?

Did he just make her a toy dick?! Heidi’s eyes nearly budge out of their sockets.

"This is not a toy," he says, reading the thought in her eyes. "This is a temporary solution to help you with your heat. I’ll make you come, Heidi. I’ll do whatever it takes. But I will not fuck you... now. Not until you’re ready, not until you’ve learned how to contain the beast within. I won’t risk my plan for a moment of pleasure."

She stares at him, at the stick he holds, and at the sincerity in his eyes. Her wolf whimpers in her mind, frustrated but also... intrigued.

He’s going to pleasure her with a carved stick? And he’s going to deny himself the pleasure of her?

Amias Bellamy is insane.

She doesn’t know what to make of this. She doesn’t know how to respond to his madness. She looks at the stick in his hand; It’s sturdy, she can see that, but it’s nothing more than that. It’s a sad, comical replacement for what she wants.

What she wants is the raw, pulsing heat of the man standing before her. She wants the thick, heavy shaft of Amias’s cock, which even in its slightly less-than-rock-hard state, is an absolute masterpiece of male anatomy. It’s a testament to his power, his dominance, and the primal heat that has him in its grasp just as much as it has her. The contrast is ridiculous. It’s laughable. A sturdy twig versus a solid, virile, god-like cock.

And yet, here they are.

"What are you doing?" she groans out in disbelief and frustration. She gestures to the stick. "That stick is dirty. It was on the ground. You’d rather fuck me with a dirty stick from the forest floor than... than use yourself? Is that it? Is your sexy cock too good for me?"

He lets out a weary sigh that is filled with an incredible amount of pain. He lowers the stick slightly, his silver eyes fixed on hers.

"It’s not like that. I just explained why I can’t. This isn’t about a lack of desire on my part. And as for the stick... you’re a wolf, Heidi. A wolf isn’t prone to some common dirt from the earth. Not unless you have a weak wolf, and from what I’ve seen... yours is anything but weak."

His words sink in. He’s right. A part of her, the logical part, understands the absurdity of worrying about dirt. The wolf inside her, the beast that had just moments ago been willing to tear a human apart, scoffs at the very idea. But her body is still buzzing, her mind is still reeling from the sudden halt to their passion, and the anger still hasn’t fully dissipated.

She can’t wrap her head around his madness. This feels like a test. A cruel and deliberately wicked test. He’s trying to talk his way out of something, and she’s not having it.

And so, she moves.

She closes the space between them in one swift motion, her naked body pressing against the cool bark of the tree behind him. She doesn’t give him a chance to react. Her hand, which is fueled by desire and a furious need for the truth, reaches out. Her fingers curl around his balls, the hot, slippery skin of his cock filling her palm.

He gasps. It’s a sharp, involuntary sound that is full of pain and delight. His hips jut forward in an unconscious reaction, and his body goes rigid. His hands, which had been at his sides, now clench into fists, his knuckles turning white.

"Heidi," he groans, a warning curls in with a plea.

She ignores it. Her fingers tighten around his shaft that is rearing hot and hard against her palm. Her thumb starts stroking the sensitive ridge of his head.

Her wolf laughs inside her. "We have him. I can feel his control fraying and his will weakening. Keep going, girl. That dick is ours to swallow tonight."

"Why are you doing this, Amias?" she asks again.

She looks up into his eyes, watching the fierce silver burn hotter and hotter. "I have a feeling... I have a feeling this isn’t just about training. This isn’t just about restraint. You’re hiding something from me. Tell me the truth."