Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Caleb and I sit on a wooden park bench, waiting. It’s a rare, warm winter day, and I lean into his shoulder, soaking in the sunlight.
Caleb crosses his arms over his chest, his jaw tight. “Jack is late.”
He’s impatient.
He’s been careful to give the marked humans space, which is why we’re meeting out in public. I assume this meeting is about President Moore’s announcement. He signed the order this morning—HPAW officially shut down.
The public statement paints it as a de-escalation effort. A strategic move to avoid further conflict with the shifters. It’s not the truth, but it keeps the heat off the American government.
Jack reached out within an hour of the announcement.
“We are surrounded by humans,” Caleb says. “Six of them are hiding in the woods.”
I shrug. “They’re scared of you.”
“They should be.”
I bite back a smile.
“If he’s not here in five minutes, we’re leaving,” Caleb says. “We have plans.”
I tilt my head. “Do those plans involve pouting?”
Caleb doesn’t respond. His silence is answer enough.
A minute passes. Then another.
A large wolf comes bounding toward us, leaves tangled in his fur. He shakes them loose as he approaches, shifting mid-step. I shut my eyes until it’s over.
When I open them, Logan stands before us, bare and unimpressed.
“Jack’s not coming,” he says.
Caleb doesn’t move. “Why?”
“His mate doesn’t feel well.” Logan plants his hands on his hips. “He chose to stay with her.”
Oh. That’s… actually sweet. It’s a good sign, too. He cares for her.
Caleb sighs. “Very well.”
Logan nods once and turns, already heading back the way he came.
“Come on, Ev.” Caleb stands, hauling me up with him. “We have a home to christen.”
It’s a fifteen-minute drive to the house. I’m so excited, so impatient, that it feels more like thirty.
Caleb carries me through the front door. Our furniture is scattered, and hundreds of packed boxes are sitting on the floor, but it’s our home.
I kick off my shoes. My hands tremble as I look around, taking it all in.
“I don’t know what to say,” I finally admit. “I’m so happy.”
Our couch is sitting in the center of the living room. Caleb sits on it, then drags me onto his lap. He slides his hands up my thighs.
“I would like to christen this room now,” he says.
He doesn’t need to tell me twice.
I press my thumb into the underside of his chin, urging him to look up at me. Caleb does so without hesitation, and I brush my lips over his jaw before sucking a hickey into his neck.
He gulps. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I ignore him, something I’m exceptionally skilled at, as I trail my fingers down his chest.
He’s quick to remove his shirt, his gaze heavy as he drops it onto the floor. My clothes don’t last much longer.
I curl my toes as he trails his fingertips over the front of my pants, playing with the material, before pulling down the zipper and easing his hand inside.
“Already so wet.” Caleb sighs, pretending to be disappointed. “You really should make me work harder for it, Evelyn. I’m not afraid of a challenge.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Undo my pants.”
I hurry to do exactly that. Caleb follows up with another order. “Now take out my cock.”
He’s already so hard in my hand, and he hisses as I stroke him from base to tip. When he suddenly removes his fingers from me, I whine.
He smirks, his cocky smile growing as he works my pants down my hips. I stand and kick them off my feet, then settle back onto his lap.
I don’t wait for his next order as I grab his cock, line him up, and sink down.
Caleb grunts, throwing his head back.
I ride him, working my hips back and forth until he’s a mess beneath me. This is everything I’ve ever wanted, and I fuck Caleb’s length until I’m tightening around him with a hoarse cry.
My orgasm rips through me, turning me into putty as Caleb flips me onto my back and begins driving into me. He buries his face against my neck as he fucks, his hips slamming against mine as he chases his own high.
It’s not long before he finds it. He shoves himself deep into me, his cock twitching as he cums.
“Are you—Ah!” My words are cut off by a loud squawk as Caleb collapses on me. He’s so damned heavy.
He rests on me for about half a second before pulling out and redressing. Why the hurry?
“Get up,” he orders. He gestures to the boxes scattered about. “The sooner we finish, the sooner we can bring Hudson home.” He takes a cautious step back, his eyes gleaming. “I’m going to work on the nursery.”
Caleb takes off upstairs, laughing as I roll off the couch and grab my pants. His laughter only grows as I struggle to yank them up my legs, hopping around as I simultaneously try racing him up the stairs.
He knows I’m most excited to set up Hudson’s room. He doesn’t get to steal that from me.
I’m limping when Logan shows up five hours later with Hudson. Caleb has now fucked me in four rooms of the house. Every step feels like a light punch to my vagina, so we’ve called a temporary truce.
Logan sets Hudson’s bag on the floor. He’s chuckling. “Everything okay, Evelyn?”
Caleb lounges on the couch, his arms spread wide. I bet he’s feeling mighty good about himself.
I take Hudson from Logan’s outstretched hands. “I’m fine, thank you very much.”
I carry Hudson to the box I’m currently unpacking. He blows bubbles, and he kicks his feet as I set him on his butt. He’s learning how to sit up, and he’s making impressive progress. I think he’s going to be crawling soon.
Caleb agrees.
“You need any help?” Logan asks, scanning the messy room.
I shake my head. I’m having fun unpacking. Caleb furnished and lived in his house for years before we met, and I’m excited to make this house my own.
Logan shrugs. “Alrighty, then.” He watches me struggle to rip open a box before turning to Caleb. “Several American news channels have reached out to us today. They want to speak with you, or the other marked humans.”
Caleb scoffs. “I have no interest in speaking to any news organization.”
Logan watches me struggle to rip open a box, then glances at Caleb.
“The last of our men should be back on pack lands by nightfall,” he says. “I plan to head down there early next week to monitor the borders. I’ll be gone for a few days.” There’s a moment of silence before Logan awkwardly clears his throat. “Can you keep an eye on Sash while I’m gone?”
I pretend to be busy with unpacking, not wanting to intrude on their conversation.
Caleb sits up. “Of course I will. I’ll always keep Sash safe.”
Logan bobs his head. “Great.” He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Adam will be returning to the classroom next week. I told him to tell you, but he’s insisting that I be the one to let you know.”
Hudson teeters to the side. I pause, taking a moment to straighten him out, before resuming unpacking.
Logan finishes updating Caleb on pack logistics, so I take Hudson upstairs. He should see his nursery. It’s the only room we’ve finished. He drools on my arm and kicks his legs, but when I try placing him in his crib, he screams bloody murder.
“All right, all right.” I laugh, picking him up.
He grabs the skin of my neck, grappling it within his tiny fist, then rips. It hurts like a bitch, and it takes me several seconds to loosen his fist. This child is freakishly strong.
He’s definitely going to have a wolf form.
God help me.