17. Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Kieran
When I wake to an empty room, my body throbbing, the fear is worse than the pain. Wulfric still hasn’t returned. I can’t feel him without my wolf furs. Why hasn’t he returned yet? Oh god, has something happened? What if—
I have to get out of bed and go find him myself. He’s been gone too long. If he died trying to avenge what happened to me, I’ll never forgive myself. The door opens just as I force myself to sit up.
“Whoa. Whoa. Easy, little rabbit.”
The sound of Wulfric’s voice makes my breath catch. When he kneels by my bed, it’s like a dam breaks open, and I throw my good arm around him, burying my face in his chest. “You asshole,” I choke out, “you were gone for days!”
That low, raspy chuckle I love so much vibrates in his chest. “Careful, you almost sound worried.”
“I was, you dickhead.” I rub my nose against his neck, eager for the scent I know and love, but I can’t detect anything through my aching nose. “Is it over?”
“First…” Wulfric pulls back and reaches for something behind him. When he hands me thick white wolf furs, tears sting my eyes. I haven’t been a wolf for long, but it’s become such an important part of me. It’s what helps connect me to Wulfric and this world I’m beginning to call my home. Wulfric drapes the furs over me and I gasp as the broken bones mend and the bruises begin to disappear. “Feel better?”
“Like new.” I tenderly touch my face and find my nose has healed, too. “Did you find who attacked me?”
His lips thin, the scent of his anger pungent. “I did. They will never harm you again.”
“Was… was Anders behind it? What happened to him?”
“The sun rises in only a few hours.” Wulfric turns his gaze to the dark sky outside. “I will face him then and end this feud between us for good.”
My heart breaks for him. He sounds resolute in his decision, but I can smell the sadness. “I’m so sorry.” I take his hand and loop my fingers through his, squeezing. Wulfric just grimaces, but not at me.
“This has been coming for a long time now. It will be good to finally end it.”
“But he’s your brother.”
Wulfric shakes his head. “The boy I once knew died with my father, and then he died again the moment he hurt you. This must end, and I have to be the one to do it.”
I feel terrible for him, and I hate Anders for making him do this. “You’re allowed to mourn him, you know. The person he once was. The relationship you two could have had. I think you’re doing the right thing. I… I’m proud of you. I really am. What you’re doing is the hardest thing a person can do. We’re told we have to appreciate our family, even if they’re crueler to us than anyone else. But family isn’t always who we share blood with. It can be the ones we find along the way.”
“Am I your family?”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Yeah, you are. You and Helga. Lyall and Gunnar. It’s crazy I had to go back in time to find the people who see the best in me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Wulfric leans in and touches his forehead to mine, his hands big and warm against my jaw. “You are a part of my pack, Kieran. A part of my very heart and soul. You will always have a place here. I…” He clears his throat gruffly. “I was wrong about you. I could not see the strength of your spirit. I thought your humanity made you weak, but I see now it’s your greatest strength. I was cruel to you. I promise you, I will spend the rest of my days worshipping you, body and soul.”
I forgave him a long time ago. I’m not sure when. Maybe when he trained me to fight. Maybe when he cooked for me. I forgave him for everything he’d done and everything he’d ever do.
Twining my legs around his waist, I urge him closer. “You can’t die today,” I pant into his ear, nipping the lobe. “You can’t promise me forever and go off and die on me. Got it? I’ll never fucking forgive you.” Rocking my hips, I grind on his cock, moaning when he hardens against me. “Promise me,” I pant, fangs sharp as I nip his neck. “Wulfric, you promise me.”
He kisses me fiercely. “Promise.”
It’s not enough. I want the promise of his body against mine, his cock hard and throbbing inside me, his knot tying us together. Without having to say a word, Wulfric knows this, he must. Because he devours my mouth with his. Our tongues clash in wet, urgent strokes. Every time I catch my breath, it’s driven out of me when he grinds his big cock against mine.
“Make me feel good. Make me forget everything but you.”
A shiver runs through him and when he kisses me, it’s slow, tender. “I will, little rabbit. Promise.”
All I’m wearing is a thin white tunic, no pants, so when he shoves the tunic up to my chest, there’s nothing stopping him from devouring my cock in one go. Clutching at his hair, I groan my delight to the ceiling while he bobs his head up and down in slow, toe-curling pulls.
Nobody has ever been so devoted to my pleasure before. It makes my eyes sting.
“Yes . That’s perfect, Wulfric. Feels so good.”
Pumping my hips, I fuck the tight, wet heat of his mouth. My stomach muscles clench with every hard pull of his lips over my throbbing flesh. When he cups and squeezes my balls, my eyes roll back. Wulfric taps two fingers against my lips, and I open for him and suck. Those same fingers press inside me, and I see stars as he works me open while he sucks me off.
“Y-yes. Shit! Want your cock. Hurry.”
He growls around me, and the vibrations have me arching up.
Grabbing fistfuls of his hair, I tug him off me. “Please, Wulfric.”
Wulfric kisses my thigh. “I’ll take care of you. All of you.”
Gasping, I draw my knees to my chest. With both hands, I grip my cheeks and spread myself open. Wulfric’s chest rises and falls faster, his eyes locked on the most intimate part of me.
On his knees, Wulfric approaches me. “Keep your hands there.” He opens the dresser and grabs a vial of oil, which he dribbles over the length of himself. I whimper when his pelvis bumps the back of my thighs. When he pushes inside, the burn has my eyes rolling, a moan escaping me. For the first time in days, I finally feel complete.
He doesn’t fill me up, not completely. Rocking his hips, he drags his cock along my walls, pulling out until the ridge of his cockhead catches on my rim, then pushing back in an inch at a time.
A whine escapes me, and I writhe on his cock, trying to take him deeper. Grabbing my hands, he pins them to the bed. “Easy, my heart. You don’t deserve a quick fuck,” he says against my mouth, hips rolling in slow, shallow pumps. “You deserve reverence, Kieran Grove.”
Reverence. God. Tears sting my eyes, and I tug him down into a kiss I want to drown in. No one has ever made me feel so sacred, not until him.
I can’t look away from his face, his eyes hazy with pleasure, his jaw clenched tight, as he fucks me slow and deep. One hand grips the back of my knee, hoisting my leg up high, giving him deeper access. Golden hair falls around his face, muscles clenching with every rock of his hips. Just the sensation of being filled by him leaves me a panting mess, but when he hits my prostate, I moan his name so loudly I’ll be surprised if no one else in the house hears us.
I know when he’s close as every thrust comes faster, harder. As his guttural groans fill the air, I’m not sure who is louder, him or me. My own release bears down on me, stealing all my reason. I’m closer to him than I’ve been in days and I never want it to end.
Suddenly, he stops all movement. Yanked from my bliss, I whine, “No, no, no, come on, please.”
He grins, chest heaving. “Not done. Not yet.” Tightening his grip on my wrists, he stays inside me but doesn’t fucking move. To my dismay, my climax slips out of reach. His abs are tense and his jaw is tight, like it’s taking every ounce of control he has not to pound me into the bed.
“Wulfric,” I whine, wriggling on his cock, trying to fuck myself on him, but he just pulls back. I go rigid, not wanting him to pull out and leave me on the cusp of my orgasm.
Taking in a slow breath, Wulfric moves his hips again. Pleasure arcs throughout my body as he slowly brings us back to the peak. Reaching between us, he grabs my aching cock and strokes. A cry of bliss escapes me and I buck my hips mindlessly, chasing the pleasure building with every thrust and stroke.
“Don’t stop,” I beg him. “Don’t you dare stop. Not now. Please. So close. Oh fuck. Wanna come. Please, let me come.”
He captures my pleading lips in a kiss, fucking my mouth with his tongue while he pounds me with his cock. I lose myself to sensation, closer to heaven than I’ve ever been, a slave to the pleasure that overwhelms me.
Until he stops. Again.
I’m going to kill him.
“No,” I say with a groan, slapping the bed in my frustration. “Fuck, no. Please. Why would you—”
“Apologies.” His voice is choked, like he’s barely holding himself back from filling me with cum. “I just… I don’t want this to end. Not yet. Never. Want to stay inside you for hours. Never want to stop fucking you.”
And I wonder if it’s because he thinks this is the last time we’ll be together.
Despair threatens to choke me. I throw my arms around him and guide him down into a kiss. The desperation he kisses me with steals my breath, and I realize to my horror that he must think this is our goodbye.
“No,” I pant against his mouth. “This isn’t it for us. You hear me?”
Burying his face in my neck, he kisses and sucks on my skin. A shudder racks his powerful body.
“You aren’t dying, Wulfric. You can’t.” Fear and pain make my throat tighten. “You’re coming back to me. You’re mine, and you’re not allowed to leave me. You’ll win this fight and you’ll come home to me, and we’re going to be happy together. For the rest of our damn lives, we’re going to be so happy, just to spite all the demons in our heads that tell us we don’t deserve this. Because we do. We fucking deserve this.”
His arms tighten around my shoulders and he trembles against my chest. Gasping, he moves inside me, eyes bright and wild. He kisses me again and again, swallowing my gasps and moans as he fucks me, loving me hard and fast and so deep I know I’ll feel him there for hours. Pleasure eclipses everything else and nothing outside this room matters, just Wulfric above me, Wulfric’s lips on mine, Wulfric inside me, his thick knot stretching me to my limits, and yet still it’s not enough.
I beg him not to stop, for more, to please, please never stop.
“Never,” he whispers in the space between our lips. “I’ll never stop. I’ll never leave you, Kieran. Gods. Kieran .”
I say his name like a prayer as I start coming, spilling over my chest and stomach.
Wulfric’s teeth find my shoulder, biting down as he fills me again and again.
We catch our breath together, wrapped in a heavy blanket of bliss unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Exhaustion makes it hard to hold my eyes open. Wulfric’s lips brush over my forehead, sweeping my sweaty hair from my face.
“I’ll fight with everything I have to come home to you,” he whispers to me, and his promises lull me to sleep.