I stayed at Amara's for around an hour, and we didn't speak of the pregnancy again. She was acting completely normal, something that I was surprised about. She enjoyed gossiping even though she knew that she wasn't supposed to, and I was enjoying myself chatting away with her.

I knew that I had to get back home and face the music though.

Cole probably still wasn't going to be speaking to me, but I had a little trick up my sleeve. He didn't want to talk? Fine.

Making my way back to the house, I nodded at a few wolves that hurried by, all of their faces looking morose and wistful. We had lost so much. I didn't blame them.

Entering the house, I stopped to listen. It didn't sound like Cole was back yet, so I went about making myself something to eat. I was actually beginning to miss cooking even though it was a heap of stress when faced with almost a hundred greedy wolves waiting for their orders.

I began cooking, frying myself up some mushrooms and cracking an egg into the pan. Omelettes had become my new favourite dish.

Sitting down to eat it, the front door was pulled open, and I spotted Cole walking through with a ton of paperwork under his arm. It appeared that he had brought some work home, and I wondered if it was because he didn't actually want to be away from me any longer. I shook the thought away though. I wasn't going to melt into a puddle by his feet. If he didn't want to speak to me, then he didn't have to. But, he was definitely going to want to.

I took one more bite of my food, placing the plate into the sink and making my way up the stairs, a small grin on my face. Luckily, Cole had been skimming over his papers and hadn't noticed.

I entered the bedroom, pulling open my chest of drawers and sifting through my clothing. Feeling a pang of insecurity through my heart, I held up the lacey intimates that I had purchased with Amara. She had all but forced me, but I didn't say 'no'.

Cole was yet to see them, and I was about to put them on and ignore him just as hard as he was ignoring me. I understood that he was upset, but we needed to communicate. He had had his sulk, and I now needed to hear his thoughts and feelings on the situation. Only, he was being stubborn. It wasn't helping anyone.

Wiggling out of my clothing, I pulled the intimates on, the black lace slightly itchy against my skin, but I ignored it. Turning in front of the mirror so I could see myself from all angles, I nodded. I didn't look as silly and awkward as I had been expecting myself to.

The bra curved around my breasts delicately, hiking them up and making them look bigger than they were. My eyes scanned down to the garter that was wrapped around my waist, the soft and thin material holding up my lace stockings. I furrowed my brows at myself, debating on whether this was the best decision. What if I made my way down there and Cole ignored me completely? Or laughed at me? I would never be able to live it down.

Turning away from myself before I chickened out, I grabbed my book that I had been reading before I was taken and made my way down the stairs. I almost slipped a few times, the stocking material sliding against the wooden stairs, but I straightened my spine and continued my way into the living room.

I side-eyed Cole for a split second before walking right past him and settling myself down on the barstool by the island in the open kitchen. Opening up my book, I began reading the page that I had last been on. However, I couldn't take in any of the words, my body very aware of Cole's gaze stuck on me.

I wasn't going to look though. Not yet. He knew very well what I was doing, but I wanted to play this as nonchalant as possible. Humming to myself, I began biting down on my fingernail, hoping that I looked somewhat seductive to Cole. I arched my back a little, giving him a good view of my ass, and then began to smile when I heard his growl of approval vibrate throughout the room.

"Reya," Cole spoke, and I turned to him with a brow raised as he dropped his papers down on the desk, moving closer to me.

"Cole," I said back, my voice strong. I wasn't going to allow his clear arousal to cloud my mind.

He stopped in front of me, his gaze scanning down my body and back up again, his eyes settling on my face before he sighed. He cocked his head, and I smiled innocently, hopping off the stool and making my way over to the fridge, pulling out a glass bottle filled with fresh orange juice, pouring myself a cup of it and taking a swig.

"Is this what you're going to do now? Saunter around in lingerie to punish me for ignoring you?"

"What makes you think that this is about you?" I asked him, shrugging as I shook my head. "Maybe I just want to walk around in this because I like it. Maybe it has absolutely nothing to do with you."

Cole hummed as he stepped closer to me, moving to the side so he was standing in front of me, trapping me up against the kitchen counter. "Judging by the fact that I've never seen you wear anything remotely like this before, I believe it has absolutely everything to do with me."

His voice was husky, and I gulped, keeping my face stern. His body heat was hitting me full force, causing me to perspire a little bit. Cole would most likely be able to smell it which I hated.

"So you're talking to me again?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. "Just because I'm wearing this?"

Cole cocked his head as he leaned his arms around me to brace them on the counter, his face dangerously close to mine. "I think we both know that's exactly what you wanted."

I shivered. I hated when he made me feel this way. I wanted to be the one in control, but instead, my body was giving out on me. Stupid mate bond.

Cole leaned down to press his lips to my shoulder, but I curved him, shaking my head.

"You don't get to touch me until you talk to me," I told him, trailing my hand down his chest, smirking at him. "And I know that you really, really want to touch me."

Cole shivered under my touch, and I grazed my hand against his mark, causing him to release some sort of sighing choking sound. He narrowed his eyes at me, but they quickly became soft as he took in my body almost pressing against his.

"Putting this on has made me needy," I said with a smirk, feeling my body. I traced my hands over my breasts, sliding them down my stomach and stopping at my underwear. Twirling over my sex on top of the underwear, I climbed up onto the counter and spread my legs slightly, giving Cole a hell of a view.

He gulped, watching me play with myself, and he moved forwards to touch me, only for me to shake my head at him.

"Tell me what's on your mind," I said, moving my fingers over my clit, pressing down and circling it gently.

"I-," Cole muttered, his eyes trained on my hands as I pushed my underwear aside, exposing my sex to him. I leaned back, sinking two fingers into myself, moaning as I began to pump in and out. "Reya, fuck."

Cole was clutching onto the edge of the counter next to me, his knuckles white as he gulped, his hardness inside of his jeans evident.

"Speak to me," I told him, moaning quietly as I quickened my pace, spreading my legs even wider.

Cole pulled his cock out from his jeans, jerking himself off as he watched me pleasure myself as well. He cursed loudly, tilting his head back as he gritted his teeth, it looking like he was using all of his strength not reach out for me.

"I was angry," Cole muttered as he continued to rub himself, his eyes pitch black as he watched me use my other hand to circle my clit slowly.

"Was?" I asked, feeling breathless.

Cole nodded his head. "I trust you. You know I do. I shouldn't have said what I said," Cole grunted, biting down on his bottom lip.

"I thought I was helping," I said as I slowed down my pace. I didn't want to make myself cum.

"I know," Cole sighed, taking a quick step towards me, his dick grazing the inside of my thigh. "Fuck, keep fucking yourself with your fingers, baby."

Cole's encouragement caused me to moan, and I quickened my pace, my legs shaking at the intensity of the pleasure. I loved watching Cole jerk off. He looked so sexy pleasuring himself.

"Don't be angry with me for it," I mumbled so quietly that I wasn't even sure if Cole had heard me.

"I'm not," he spoke, gripping onto my thighs and pulling me closer towards the edge of the counter. "I was being a stubborn fuck. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry," I said back, gasping as Cole pushed my fingers away from myself, replacing them with his own. He began to pump into me, his thumb swiping over my clit, causing me to groan loudly.

"This is mine," Cole told me as he leaned down to capture my sex with his mouth, continuing to use his fingers and thumb to pleasure me. "All mine."

I nodded. "It's yours, Cole. God, please just fuck me. I need your cock."

Cole didn't need me to say it twice, and he pulled my underwear aside and sunk himself into me, releasing a loud grunt as he began to thrust. He wasn't gentle, and I didn't want him to be. He pounded into me with no mercy, cursing and raking his eyes over my body.

I circled my clit quickly, my orgasm fast approaching, and in a matter of seconds, I was coming undone on the counter. My body jerked slightly, and I tilted my head back as Cole gripped onto my thighs.

I was then lifted into the air and placed on the hard ground, Cole flipping me over. "On your hands and knees."

Oh fuck.

Cole slapped my ass as he entered me yet again, his cock feeling much deeper as he fucked me from behind. He took a hold of my hips, keeping me still as he pounded, pleasure wracking my body each time he exited and re-entered me.

"I love fucking you in this," Cole grunted, hooking his finger under the fabric of my underwear and pinging it, causing me to jump.

"Don't stop," I ordered him, and Cole chuckled, immediately slowing down his pace, teasing me as he slid his dick in and out of me. I shivered, my walls tightening around him to keep him hostage, and after a loud moan from me, Cole began to quicken his pace again. He gripped onto me tightly, grunting my name and releasing inside of me, his warm fluid filling me.

I breathed heavily as I fell to the hard floor, Cole cupping my cheek and caressing it gently, checking that I was okay. I smiled at him, tiredness suddenly overwhelming me.

"I love you," Cole said, leaning down and capturing my lips with his own. "I'm sorry."

I shook my head. We had spoken about it. We may have been in lust-induced states when we did, but it was what we had both needed.

"I'm tired," I told him, clutching onto his neck as he lifted me up into his arms.

"Let's go and have a nap."

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