I Needed Someone to Lean On

••• Arabella’s POV ••• Max took me home, and I received a call from Marie during the drive. “Princess Arabella, what should we do now since the incident in your office just now has been reported?” she asked anxiously. It had been reported? Lina sure moved fast. “No wonder that slutty Omega turns out to be a scheming bitch. Like mother like daughter,” Iris suddenly growled in my mind. “True,” I agreed with her and turned my head to see Max, who had his eyes fixed on the road but seemed to know what I wanted to ask. “Just pretend that you are feeling unwell for several days, and we’ll arrange for some people to monitor Abigail in the hospital,” he mindlinked me. “As for the media, just tell them the issue is still under investigation,” he added. I furrowed my brows. Pretending to be sick and hiding for a few days seemed like a cowardly thing to do. But then, maybe it was the right thing to do at the moment. There was no point in me going to the office if we would still need to investigate what had happened and the truth hadn't been revealed yet. Going to the office would only make me look unbothered by what I had done to Abigail, and the media would surely twist the fact by saying I was heartless since nearly killing someone didn't bother me at all. And so in the end I agreed with Max’s suggestion and told Marie about it. “Alright, Princess Arabella,” Marie replied and added before hanging up the phone, “Rest well at home. I’ll let everyone in the office know about it. “Thank you, Marie,” I told her and hung up the phone. I sighed, closed my eyes, and leaned against the car seat. How should I prove my innocence to everyone… Did I really need to take Lina’s offer so I wouldn't bring everyone down with me? I felt a strong pair of arms lifting me and opened my eyes to see we’d already arrived at the Silentmane Canines Pack. I must have dozed off… “Max, I can walk by myself,” I said hurriedly as I looped my arms around his neck to keep my balance. He didn't reply but went straight to our bedroom, and I had to bury my face in his neck as I saw so many pack members looking at us. “Max…” I said helplessly with a red face. “You should relax today, Arra,” he said once he put me on the bed. Relax? I had so many things to think about. How could I relax? I also needed to call my parents to explain what had happened and tell them everything was under control so they wouldn't need to worry and Dad wouldn't get angry with Max. “I’m fine, Max.” I reached out toward my bag to realize he hadn't brought it with us and wanted to go back to the car to get it. He frowned and insisted, “No, you should. Your bag will be brought up by your new personal maid.” Another personal maid? “I don't need a personal maid,” I mumbled. “You are a Luna. You need one and don't worry, the new one is a trusted Omega,” he said with a tone that left no room for debate. What could I say if he had insisted on everything? “I’ll draw us a bath,” he said, and I leaned back against the headboard as he went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came out with no shirt on, and I was nearly distracted by how yummy every inch of his body looked - neck, collarbones, pecs, eight-pack abs, arms. Then those arms picked me up and brought me to the bathroom, and I was surprised to see he had lit candles in the bathroom and, judging from the smell, he had also put essential oils in our bath. “How thoughtful…” Iris mumbled happily in my head. This was the reason I had nearly forgotten how outsiders saw Max as a ruthless and cold Alpha. He always took great care of me. Max took my clothes off skillfully and put me into the bathtub before taking his pants off and job King me. He sat behind me and began massaging my tense shoulders, making me let out a sigh of contentment. But his massage still couldn't distract me enough from thinking about Lina. My intuition told me that she wasn't that simple. Max seemed to know what I was thinking as he said, “I suspect Lina isn't really Abigail’s mother. Because… What kind of mother negotiates a deal with who she considers a "suspect" instead of going to the hospital with her injured daughter?” I nodded and agreed with him as I had similar thoughts. With his hands still massaging my shoulders, Max suddenly said, “I also sensed a similar energy coming from Lina as the one from the blond— just a hint of black magic.” I was a bit shocked to hear it. I tried to remember the details, but I probably didn't feel anything strange at that time because of weakness, fear, and anger at that time. I let out a sigh. If black magic was involved, then this was not going to be easy. While I was still musing, it seemed Max was not happy I ignored him. He pulled me back, so I leaned against him and told me, “Don't think too much, Arra. We’ll get through this together.” I was about to say more, but he gently kneaded my breasts, causing my breath to quicken. One of his hands then slid down to my abdomen, caressing every inch of my skin, massaging my swollen buds, and I gradually started moaning. I told myself that, just for a second, I needed someone to lean on. Yes... I didn't want to keep being strong... I leaned back totally against him, feeling the warmth of his body, the hardness of his muscles, his hard rod against my back, and surrendered myself completely to him. Grabbing the edge of the bathtub with both hands, I arched my back, spread my legs, and started moving my hips in sync with his rubbing. “Max… I need more,” I moaned and pleaded with him for more pleasure. He chuckled and asked me to stand up. “Bend over and grab the edge of the bathtub, Arra,” he instructed, and I did so while blushing. I felt shy in this position… I felt him rubbing the tip of his hard rod up and down along my slick before I gasped as I felt myself being stretched when the head of his erection entered my dripping pussy. He pulled back and thrust forward again at a slow pace, only inching a little bit with each thrust, taking his own sweet time. “Max… Please… I need to feel all of you,” I begged him to fuck me hard and fast. I heard him chuckle and said in a seductive voice, “My sweet Luna is being a dirty girl now.” Then I felt him grab my hips roughly and pull back until his length nearly left me. “Brace, Arra. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.” Before I could comprehend what he meant, he plunged deep into me with a roar. “Goddess!” I cried out as I felt him fill me to the brim and tighten my grip on the edge of the bathtub. I would’ve slipped from the force of his thrust if his hands weren't holding my hips. His thrusts were fast and hard… Rough… And yet, I felt the pleasure I was seeking. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of my moans, his groans, and our flesh slapping as he pounded me from behind. “Max, I’m…” I couldn't take it anymore and felt like I was going to explode at any moment. “Not yet, Arra…” He bent down, reached to hold the edge of the bathtub, and his other hand snaked around my waist, holding me still. The way my back was pressed tightly against his hot chest only heightened the sensation. “Max… I can't... Please…” My pussy wall was clenching tightly around his cock. I didn't know how long I could hold it in. “Do you want to cum, my sweet Arra?” he asked, and his tongue stroked my earlobe. “Max, please… Let me…” I gasped as I felt his fingers rub my sensitive bundle of nerves. If he did that… “Max, I can't... I can't...” I shook my head from the pleasure and begged him to stop. His hot skin flushed against my back, his hot breath and tongue on my ear, his fingers rubbing my clit, his cock hitting my sensitive spot every time he thrust deep inside me… My whole body was taut from how I had to keep myself from coming. His breaking grew more labored, and I felt him getting bigger inside me. I knew he wanted us to cum together, but… “Please, Max… I can't hold it in anymore…” “Then cum, my sweet Arra. Cum together with me. Scream my name,” he rasped and rubbed my clit faster. Just one command from him was all it took for me to let go with his name on my lips. “Arra…” He moaned my name sexily in my ear as his hips jerked, and he reached his own climax. As we both reached our climaxes, he lightly kissed the mating mark on my neck, holding my convulsing body tightly. “Mine…” his growl of possessiveness was a stark contrast from the light kiss on my mark, and I felt something moving in my heart.