Chapter 15 #3
I nodded, understanding settling in my gut like a stone. “That’s what I would have done.”
She looked up, surprised. “You think I did the right thing?”
“I think you did the only thing you could. You protected your family. You did what a wolf is supposed to do. You kept the people you loved alive, even if it meant dying yourself a little every day.” My voice broke, but I kept going. “I’m proud of you. I’ll always be proud of you.”
She reached up then, fingers trembling, and touched my jaw. “You’re not mad at me?”
I huffed a laugh. “Mad at Steiner. Mad at the world. Not at you. Never at you.”
The tension left her all at once. She slumped against me, letting me catch her weight. I scooped her up, one arm around her shoulders, the other under her knees, and carried her to the couch. She clung to me, face pressed into my shirt, as if she could burrow inside and hide there forever.
I let her. I let her breathe, let her cry, let her shake until she was empty. Then, when the silence got too heavy, I asked:
“Do you remember the last night we were together?”
She smiled, eyes puffy but alive. “You mean the night before my father lied to you and told you I rejected you?”
“Yeah. You wore that white dress with the little blue flowers. I couldn’t stop staring at you.”
She flushed. “You kept calling me bluebonnet.”
“You hated it.”
“I loved it,” she admitted. “I just didn’t want you to know.”
I brushed a strand of hair off her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. “You look even more beautiful now.”
She shook her head, embarrassed. “I look like shit.”
“You look like my mate,” I said, and kissed her forehead.
She went quiet, then: “Do you still want it?”
I arched an eyebrow. “Want what?”
She swallowed, then met my gaze, pupils blown wide. “To claim me. I want you to do it. If you still want me.”
My heart nearly stopped.
I nodded, slow. “You know what that means?”
“It means you’ll never let me go,” she said. “It means I’ll always belong to you. And you to me.”
I stood, lifting her into my arms. She weighed nothing. I carried her to the bedroom, set her down on the edge of the bed, and knelt before her.
“Are you sure?” I asked, voice hoarse.
She nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
I pulled her onto my lap, her body flush against mine, her curves molding to me like she was made for it.
Her lips parted, and I dove in, claiming her mouth with a hunger that had been simmering for years.
Our tongues tangled, hot and slick, and she moaned into me, her hands fisting in my shirt like she was afraid I’d disappear.
But I wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.
Her breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples hard even through the thin fabric of her tank top.
I slid a hand underneath, cupping her, feeling the weight of her in my palm.
She arched into my touch, her breath hitching as I thumbed her nipple, rolling it between my fingers.
Fuck, she was soft. Soft and warm and perfect, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Jess,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please.”
I laid her back against the pillow and continued reacquainting myself with her beautiful body.
My hand ran down her side, tracing the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, until I reached the waistband of my sweats.
She lifted her hips, letting me slide them down, and fuck, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
My cock throbbed at the sight of her, her pussy glistening, already wet for me.
“You’re so fucking magnificent,” I growled, my hands loving the feel of her. She stared up at me, her eyes dark with need, her lips swollen from my kisses. I kneeled between her legs, spreading her thighs wide, and leaned down to taste her.
Her pussy was sweet and tangy, and I groaned as I licked her, my tongue flattening against her clit.
She cried out, her hands knotting in my hair as I ate her like a starving man.
I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, teasing her, making her squirm.
Her hips bucked against my face, and I grabbed her thighs, holding her still as I devoured her.
“Oh God, Jess,” she moaned, her voice breaking. “Please, please don’t stop.”
I wasn’t planning on it. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she moaned, her body trembling as I worked her.
Her pussy clenched around my fingers, dripping wet, and I added a third, stretching her, fucking her with my hand until she was begging.
I moved my tongue in small circles around her clit as I pumped my fingers in and out of her.
My eyes lifted to see the bliss reflected on her face. I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasped, her thighs shaking. “Jess, I’m gonna—”
I didn’t let her finish. I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, and she came with a cry, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I didn’t stop working her through it until she was whimpering, her body wrung out.
“Jess,” she breathed, her chest heaving. “I need you.”
I was already stripping out of my clothes, my cock aching, throbbing with need.
I climbed over her, my body pressing hers into the mattress, and kissed her again, deep and hungry.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, her pussy slick and hot against my cock, and I groaned, the sensation almost too much.
“You’re mine, my mate. And I’m never letting you go again,” I growled, lining myself up with her entrance.
“Yes! I’m yours,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. “Always. Yours.”
I thrust into her, hard and deep, and she cried out, her nails digging into my back. Fuck, she was tight, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. I held still for a moment, letting her adjust, then pulled out and slammed back in, hitting her core with every stroke.
“Yes,” she moaned, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust. “God, Jess, yes.”
I fucked her like that, hard and fast, my cock driving into her again and again. Her pussy was so fucking wet, her juices coating my cock, dripping down our thighs. I reached between us, rubbing her clit, as she writhed, her pussy pulling me in deeper.
“Fuck Prima. You feel like home.” Her pussy gripped my dick so tight, and I had never felt anything so perfect.
“Come for me,” I growled, my knot swelling at the base of my cock. “Come on my dick, on my knot as I claim you and love you.”
She moaned, deep, her body shuddering, and I almost lost it; my cock pulsed. My knot swelled, and her pussy stretched to accommodate me. I looked down between us, so fucking turned on at the sight of the way she took me.
“Look at you, my mate. My knot has you stretched so perfectly. I can feel you pulling me inside your sweet pussy. I’ve never felt anything so amazing.”
I felt my canines elongate, ready for me to claim her.
“Are you ready for me to claim you, bluebonnet?” I asked her with a feral grin.
She bared her neck to me as her body writhed as much as was possible. “Please, Jess! Mark me as your mate so I’ll be yours forever. I love you!”
“I love you, my mate, my heart, my soul,” I said as my teeth found their mark at the base of her neck and shoulder.
We both shattered with my bite. I’d never felt an orgasm like that.
I felt our bond snap into place. Her blood filled my mouth, and I drank it down.
I licked her wound, and it healed immediately.
Then, I bared my neck to her. “Please mark me as your mate.”
Her elongated canines sank into my neck and shoulder, and my orgasm flared to life again. I felt her soul connect with mine. When she released, I saw tears streaming down her face.
“Mine,” I whispered, my voice rough.
“Yours,” she breathed, her hands stroking my back. “Always.”
But it wasn’t over. Not yet. My knot was still locked inside her, and she was still trembling, her body humming with need. I kissed her again, slow and deep, and started moving, fucking her with shallow thrusts that made her whimper.
“Jess,” she moaned, her hips rocking against mine. “More.”
I gave her more, my cock sliding in and out of her as much as the knot would allow her pussy gripping me like a glove.
I felt Harper’s very essence flow through my soul.
Her joy, her sadness, everything that was her became a part of me.
The years of longing for each other became a part of our souls.
We were a mess, sticky and sweaty and spent, but I didn’t care. She was mine, and I was hers, and nothing else mattered. I held her close, my knot still buried inside her, and kissed her forehead.
“Sleep,” I whispered, my voice rough. “I’ve got you.”
She nodded, her eyes drifting shut, and I lay there, watching her, my heart pounding in my chest. She was safe. She was mine. And I’d die before I let anyone take her from me again.