35. Chapter 35
Jackson
The second I walk through the door of our home, I catch it—that sweet, unmistakable scent of Emily’s arousal.
It clings to the air like perfume, heady and intoxicating.
Part of me loves that she’s comfortable enough now to let herself want; to feel pleasure freely.
Especially when she has told me that her arousal is always because she’s been thinking of us.
But the greedy, possessive part of me? That part wants to be the reason for every slick breath, every shiver of anticipation, every drop of wetness that builds in her pussy.
“Emily, what were you thinking about during your therapy session?” I call out, kicking off my boots as I move through the cabin towards the bedroom. I nearly cream my pants when I open the door.
She’s lying on her stomach on our bed, completely naked, her blonde hair spilling over her back like silk.
The curve of her bare ass makes my mouth water.
Her legs are parted just enough to tempt, to tease, and when she glances over her shoulder and bats those eyelashes, any shred of control I had before evaporates instantly.
Holy fuck, my mate is perfect.
I’m stripping off my clothes before I’m even fully in the room.
“I was thinking,” she drawls as she rolls onto her back and lightly teases her nipple. Her other hand trailing towards her wet pussy. “I’m ready for you to fully claim me.”
I freeze mid-step.
My heart slams into my ribcage so hard I think it might crack. I've been waiting to hear those words for days. And fuck, days have never felt so long. At first, it was because she was still healing from everything with that monster, but then she told me she wasn’t ready. And it nearly killed me.
But she had been through so much already.
Something as monumental as committing to me as her mate for the rest of her life is something she needs to be completely enthusiastic about .
“If you are?” Emily asks, her confidence wavering ever so slightly.
A low, guttural sound escapes me. “Fuck yes.”
I lunge toward her, and she squeals in delight before I capture her mouth with mine. Her hands tangle in my hair as I press her into the mattress, my entire body aching with the need to be closer—deeper. Her skin is hot under my fingertips, smooth and flushed as her legs wrap around me.
Our usual passion notched up a few levels. Fuck, I’m obsessed with her. Her scent, her taste, the sounds she makes, the way she affects me. She’s perfect. She’s mine, and I get to keep her.
Emily’s hands move frantically, pulling me closer to her. She guides my cock to her pussy, and I groan as I sink inside her. Sweat glistens on our skin, igniting a feverish intensity. Her nails dig into my back, leaving trails of sweet agony.
“Wait, wait!” Emily gasps, panting. “Jackson, stop.” My body stills instantly. My heart stops beating. Fuck. Did I misread something?
“We need to accept each other first.”
Relief crashes through me like a tidal wave. It might have killed me if she had said she wanted to wait longer.
“Shit, sorry, baby. Got carried away.” I lean my forehead against hers and take a breath. It’s so hard not to rush this when she is my dream come true.
“I, Jackson Clark, of the Lunar Eclipse Pack, accept you, Emily Grant of the Lunar Eclipse Pack, as my mate.”
Emily smiles at me, her eyes shining. “I, Emily Grant, of the Lunar Eclipse Pack, accept you, Jackson Clark of the Lunar Eclipse Pack, as my mate and the love of my life.”
Warmth seeps through my body, starting at the tips of my fingers and toes as it moves to my core, building in intensity as it goes.
Emily’s skin glows, her skin appearing effervescent and her hair floats around her as our connection and bond grows even stronger.
She is lightness and wild and beautiful—like moonlight in motion.
My lips are on her neck as my hips resume their movements, sliding deeper inside her as the bond pulses between us. Her body welcomes me, clenching tight, trembling as we move together like two halves of a single soul finally stitched whole.
“I love you, Emily,” I whisper against her lips as she arches into me.
“I love you too, Jackson.” She moans, voice breathy.
Moans escape our lips, harmonizing with the pulsating rhythm of our hearts. The air crackles with electricity, charging the atmosphere as we surrender to the primal, hungry need of our wolves.
Every thrust sends shockwaves through me, propelling us closer to the edge of blissful oblivion. Time stands still—a fleeting moment suspended in the abyss of ecstasy.
Her breath hitches. Our eyes locked in a ravenous gaze.
“Do it. Mark me as yours,” Emily moans as her muscles tighten and clench around me. The serum that will forever imbue her with my scent drips down my extending canines.
Emily screams out her release as she comes undone. I plunge my canines into her marking spot as she shatters completely.
A surge of euphoria, unlike anything I have ever experienced before, crashes into me and I empty inside her. We cling to each other, bodies trembling as we ride the aftershocks of our mating.
The world fades away, leaving only the burning embers of our primal connection. I sense her feelings more clearly: a profound sense of contentment, a deep satisfaction, and a peacefulness that permeates her being. And now I feel it too.
For the first time since I lost my sister, I feel whole.
“I love you,” I murmur again, because once isn’t enough.
She smiles, blinking up at me with glassy eyes. “I love you too. Sorry it took me a minute to be ready.”
“I would have waited for as long as you needed. But damn, am I relieved that you got there sooner rather than later,” I say as I lick over her marking bite, helping it heal quickly. “My wolf was getting feral.”
Emily giggles before rolling us over so that she is straddling me.
“Maybe he’ll feel better when I mark you too,” she says as she grinds her hips again.
My cock, still inside her tight pussy, hardens immediately.
She slowly rocks against me, working both of us back up until I can’t handle the slower pace for a moment longer.
“Try him,” I dare her, gripping her hips and guiding her movement.
I slam my hips upwards, pulling her down hard on my cock, rough and desperate, until she is coming all over me again.
I slide off the bed, holding her to me as I press her against the wall.
In this position, our height difference matters less.
I fuck her hard, reveling in her moans until she opens her mouth wide, baring her extended canines.
Her teeth sink into the curve of my shoulder, and I’m flooded with ecstasy. I come hard, shouting her name, feeling every piece of my soul lock into place with hers. My cum drips out of her as I unload for a second time. I kiss her softly, a contrast to the hard fuck we just had.
When I draw back, I see every part of my future and how it involves her.
“I didn’t think it was possible to feel like this,” Emily whispers.
“I didn’t think you were possible. You’re still too good to be true, but you're all mine and I'll never stop trying to be worthy of you.”
Later, after we’ve showered and eaten, I pull her into my lap on the couch, wrapping my arms around her like I never want to let go. Because I don’t.
“We still have a lot to figure out,” I admit. “We haven’t found Katie yet. And now that we know what The Keepers might be involved in…” I trail off, tension creeping in.
Her eyes shine with unshed tears, but this time, they’re not from pain. They’re from purpose. From power.
“We’ll find them, Jackson,” she says, her tone and her convictions firm. “We’re going to bring them home. Katie. Camille. All of them. We’re going to take this whole operation down and make sure no she-wolf is hurt or taken ever again.”
I cling to her. Emily’s information has given us a lot of direction, but it’s tough investigating without drawing attention to what we are doing.
But we’ll figure it out. We have to.
The End