Wrestling With Werewolves: A Small Town Age Gap Protector Romance (Haven Ever After Book 5)

Chapter - Richard

If I ever thought there was a world where I could encourage Lola to look for some life without me, that idea is dead. As I glance out my office door, twitching an ear to listen for the gnomes, it occurs to me that I would follow this woman to the ends of this world and the next if that’s what she wanted. I’ll go on tour. I’ll fight her father. I’ll leave it all behind to bask in her presence.

Whatever Lola wants, I’ll make sure she gets.

The gnomes are somewhere in the main room of the bar. To the left, Bad Axe opens the back door for us. My mate chuckles under her breath as I stalk down the hall and out the door into the forest behind the bar. Under the dark cover of night, I round the building and dip into my stairwell, ascending the stairs. At the top, the treehouse opens the door for us.

“Put me down, Richard,” Lola says, laughing as she pats at my middle back with both hands. “I love getting whisked away, but your shoulder isn’t that comfy.”

Grinning, I toss her onto my sofa, staring at her tits as she bounces. She grins and lies down, bringing both hands between her thighs as she steps them apart. Long fingers slip through her folds, gathering the moisture there.

“Like what you see?” Her voice is soft, sensual as she rubs a slow circle over her clit.

“Goddess,” I pray. “I love what I see, but I’ll be right back.”

She whines when I turn. Jogging across the room, I hit the bathroom and remove the plug, tossing it in the sink to clean later. As much fun as it would be to play with her and it a while longer, I don’t want to lose my focus on her.

When I return to the living room, I cross the open space fast. I drop onto my knees on the edge of the sofa, then lean over her, caging her in with both arms. “Show me more,” I demand. Bringing my mouth to the inside of her knee, I suck until she whines. A kiss follows the rough treatment, and I repeat it up the inside of her thigh until she’s whining and rolling her body.

“Tell me what you need, omega,” I murmur, nuzzling the juncture where her thigh and body meet.

One hand comes to my head, her fingers digging into my hair and tightening. The pain brings Big Daddy rushing to the surface.

Fuck yes, finally,he yowls, panting inside my mind. ClaimingBite. Do it for the love of Alaya.

“Mouth,” she gasps, curling over to lift her hips closer to my face.

I lean forward, brushing my mouth over her slick mound. She cries out and shudders as Big Daddy loses his mind.

Her scent is stronger here, but I want full immersion, so I drag my nose through her folds, coating myself in glorious, sticky slick designed to help her take my knot. Lola cries out and writhes, her voice ragged and desperate. At the first flat swipe of my tongue over her clit, she unravels, spewing an unintelligible string of words as satisfaction sweeps through me. I reach for her left leg and pull it over my right shoulder, suckling softly at her clit as her scent explodes between us.

Good. Soak the room with it,Big Daddy hollers. Make this whole place smell like slick.

Agreed. Help me.

He scrambles forward as I growl into her pussy. Big Daddy’s tone deepens the noise, vibrating against her skin. The effect is immediate. Lola wails and curls in half, nearly ripping my hair out by the roots as slick spurts from her to cover my nose and mouth.

Goddess, yessssss. More. Do it again.

Never stopping,I practically moan into our connection as I eat Lola all the way through orgasm. I don’t stop until she’s trembling and laughing and shoving my head away.

Even then, I flip her over onto all fours and press her into the soft fabric of the sofa, exposing her sweet pussy to me. She’s a damn mess, and I’ve never been more into anything in my entire life. Burying my face between the globes of her ass, I lick and kiss and suck my way from her dripping pussy to the pucker of her ass and back again.

I drag two more orgasms from her before she collapses on the sofa in an exhausted heap. She waves me away when I crawl over top of her to start all over again.

Nudging her thighs apart with my knee, I position myself between them, my cock resting on her taut stomach. “You’re a mess, omega,” I say with a laugh. Moonlight beams through the big glass wall at the front of my house, shining down on her beautiful, smooth skin. Reaching down, I stroke my fingers down her chest and over, softly pinching her pebbled nipples.

Lola arches her back with a happy-sounding hum, her breast filling my palm.

“Goddess, I’m ready again,” I admit, leaning down to pull her nipple between my teeth.

“Fuck!” She wraps the fingers of both hands through my hair and tightens her grip.

My eyes move to her as I mouth her nipple, playing with the hard bud.

“I’m finding it nearly impossible not to ask you to bite me,” she admits, “and that is the opposite of taking things slowly.”

Big Daddy and I groan as one. Rocking back onto my heels, I admire the beautiful woman splayed on the sofa beneath me. She’s perfect—good, kind, wise, so free with her thoughts and emotions.

“There’s not supposed to be anything between us,” I manage. “This distance is unnatural, but we were right to put anything formal on hold given what’s going on with Marco.”

She shifts out from underneath me and sits upright, placing both hands flat on my chest. “I agree; I just don’t know how long I can keep this up for.” One hand comes down and palms my sack, rolling my balls between her fingers. “I want this, Richard,” she murmurs. “With a desperation that’s got to give sooner than later.”

I chuckle, helping her wrap her fingers around my girthy length. “You can have this any time, Luna.”

Black eyes move to mine. “You think you’d be able to knot me and not bite me?”

I groan at the very idea of knotting my Luna without that bite sealing us together.

“Maybe,” I admit, panting as her hand strokes a hot line down my cock. “I’d…try.”

Her throaty laugh rumbles between us. “We don’t have to do it right now, but think about it. I need it, Alpha.”

Bringing my mouth down, I slant my lips over hers, reveling in the softness of her mouth on mine. Her tongue dips between my lips, tangling with mine as we deepen the kiss.

I break it long enough to say, “Stay here with me tonight. Don’t go home.”

When her long arms wrap around my neck, her kiss growing frenzied, I take it as a yes.

Iwake with the sun like always, shocked to find a lithe, smooth body curled against my front.

Luna. Sleeping.

Last night flashes back to me, how I bathed her and fed her and then tucked her into my bed after we played. Her curls are huge this morning, mussed and tangled. Deep inside me, a sense of unease wars with the absolute rightness of Lola in my bed.

Vikand’s words ring in my head—given a choice between your king and your Luna, what would you pick?

Staring at Lola as she shifts and stretches, I know the answer. It’s her. It was always going to be her. Now I’ve got to figure out how to convince her father not to murder me until I can explain what Lola and I are to each other. A Luna bond isn’t completely unheard of, but it’s rare enough that even Marco can’t deny that sort of connection. I’ve read Vikand’s book cover to cover—the parts in English—and there’s not much he didn’t already share.

What’s important is what’s written in the language of our goddess, and I can’t read that.

“I can hear you thinking,” Lola says softly, blinking near-black eyes open to smile at me. “Wanna say it aloud so we can tackle it together?”

Perfection,Big Daddy sighs. She takes care like she should.

It’s something he’s said to me before, when Lola first arrived. And he’s right. Like any good pack omega, her first priority is harmony. It’s how all omegas are wired.

I reach for a stray, tangled curl and pull my fingers through it as she groans and looks at her hair.

“Ugh, I didn’t wrap it in my satin hair scarf, and now look at this mess.”

I grin as I pull the tangle gently out of her curl and then tuck it in the matted mess of the rest of her poofy hair. “Let me help you fix it.”

“You should,” she snarks, slapping my chest playfully. “You made this mess.”

Heat flares in my sack as I think about how I cleaned her last night. “I’m a huge fan of cleaning up messes.” I dip down to press a trail of kisses from her bellybutton upward.

When she moans softly, my body tightens. She’s already coated in a thin sheen of sweat, her skin burning against mine.

Too hot,Big Daddy murmurs thoughtfully. Too hot, too early.

Too early? What do you mean?

But he recedes into the distance, watching Lola and me through narrowed eyes.

Lola’s stomach rumbles, and my need to protect and care for her kicks into overdrive. I roll out of bed and give her a look.

“Let me start breakfast. Come out whenever you’re ready, and I’ll help you with your hair. I was serious about mess cleanup. I’m nothing if not devoted.”

She laughs and sits up, rolling out of bed after me and heading to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, I’m stacking pork tamales onto a plate when she emerges from my room and seats herself gracefully at the bar. She gives the breakfast a wry look, then laughs up at me.

“Let me guess. Tamales are the one recipe you know?”

I wave my spatula at her. “I don’t entertain a lot, and when I do, I do it at the bar. Tamales are my best option.”

She grabs a still-steaming tamal off the plate and bites it, eyes rolling back into her head as she chews.

“See.” I give her a knowing look. “Tell me that’s not damn delicious. I order the pork from Santa Alaya.”

She grins and swallows. “I stand corrected, Alpha.”

Big Daddy shoves to the front, his green shining through my eyes.

I really want you to bite her,he sighs.

Gotta wait.

No wait. Marco can’t deny a claiming bite.

No, no, he can’t. But I don’t think I’ll even get a chance to explain what’s going on if we tell him, and I’ve already claimed Lola.

“I lost you,” she murmurs softly. “What’s going on?”

I switch thought processes. “I’m going to visit Leighton’s parents this morning and take breakfast. Would you like to go with me?”

She smiles, and it’s so stunning, I forget to breathe for a moment.

“What?” She cocks her head to the side and her smile softens.

“You’re so beautiful, I stopped breathing,” I admit.

She beams at the compliment, but what I said is true. I am thoroughly, completely, and utterly besotted. It took all of two days. But all I know is I could never go back to life before Lola.