Chapter 9 Morwyn #2
“Oh, yes.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me tighter, pressing my entire body against his. “You’re mine now, little wolf. No more running.”
I drew a deep inhale, letting his scent intoxicate me as I nuzzled into his chest, desperate for him. It was more than his pheromones, though that, too, made me light-headed and dizzy. He was home. He meant safety and care and love.
“Five—Four—Three—Two—One!” The crowd erupted into cheers around us as couples kissed and a chorus sang, “Happy New Year!”
I stared into his big sky-colored eyes and grinned.
“Happy New Year, Fen,” I whispered.
“Happy New Year, Wyn.” He leaned down, hovering centimeters above my mouth and waiting for me to close the distance.
Heart fluttering in my chest and limbs shaking, I pushed up on my toes and sealed our mating bond with a tremendously romantic kiss.
He tucked his fingers in my hair and held me to him, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him closer.
Our tongues wrestled with each other, always fighting for dominance, and I moaned at the taste of whiskey and apples and him.
When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine and smiled.
“Let’s get out of here, huh?”
I nodded, and he swooped me into his arms to carry me back to my cabin.
* * *
“You’re absolutely sure?” Fen asked as he slowly pulled out, only to surge back in at the same agonizing pace.
He’d been teasing me for hours…days…months.
After we burst into my cabin attached at the mouth, he’d promptly yanked my dress over my head, thrown me onto the bed, and devoured me like a starved man.
Like we hadn’t just done this same thing a few days ago.
Like we hadn’t spent three days in a magic-fueled heat.
“Yes,” I whined, digging my nails into his lower back in a pathetic attempt to get him to go faster, to take me harder. I liked making love to him, sure. But I loved when he fucked me.
“You poor thing.” He pretended to pout, and that aggravated me more. “All these days waiting for your mate to mark you. Must have been terrible for you.”
“Fen,” I growled, my voice dropping a few octaves as my wolf took the reins on my control. “Stop fucking around.”
He gasped and dragged his cock along that decadent spot inside me, drawing out a high-pitched, needy moan.
“Such naughty words,” he teased. “You must be really wound up.”
I was losing my patience. He’d fucked me three times already, his knot sealing us together, and he still hadn’t bitten me. The tender flesh on my shoulder tingled from all the licking and sucking he’d done, but as soon as his fangs elongated and my heart stammered with expectation, he pulled back.
My claws shifted out of my fingertips, and I dragged them up his spine deep enough to hurt, but not enough to break the skin. He arched into the touch and groaned, rutting into me harder, but still not enough to please the feral part of me that wanted more.
“Tsk, tsk. That wasn’t very nice.” He grabbed my hands and pinned them to either side of my head, leaning down so he could drag his tongue up my windpipe. His teeth ghosted over my skin, and I tilted my head back to give him more access.
“You’re not being nice.” I rocked my pelvis into his, trying to get him deeper, but he held magnificent control over both of our bodies and angled his hips so he didn’t give me what I wanted…what I needed.
“No?” He nipped my jaw, and chills skated down my exposed skin, ending in a deep clench where we were connected.
Fen must have felt it because he hummed his approval and stopped moving, simply holding himself inside me while I trembled around him.
“I’ve already made you come five times this year, and the sun’s not even up yet.
Is that not nice? Am I not a benevolent mate? ”
“Ugh, Fen!” My wolf had officially lost her nerve. She snapped at him, teeth sinking into his earlobe before retreating with a long, slow tug. “Do it.”
“Say please,” he murmured.
“Please.” The word tripped over my lips in a broken stammer.
“Tell me how badly you want it. Tell me I’m the only one for you, your mate, yours forever. Tell me who this deliciously wet cunt belongs to. Tell me who gets to take care of you every night. Tell me—”
I yanked my hand out of his hold and fisted a handful of hair at the back of his head, jerking his head back.
He moaned and closed his eyes, his cock twitching inside of me.
“Yours, Fen. Always yours. But if you don’t mark me so everyone knows it, I’ll strut around the homestead tomorrow in my tightest little skirt just to see how long it takes you to get on your knees and beg me for the honor of burrowing between my legs. ”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he mumbled before tucking his head into my neck and dragging his fangs over my shoulder. He picked up his pace, fucking me in earnest as he licked my tender flesh. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
“Yes.” I met him thrust for thrust, and just when my euphoria tipped over the edge, he struck.
I thought it would hurt. I thought I would cry or scream or thrash at the invasion, but it pushed my climax into overdrive.
My skin erupted with heat, and my muscles clenched as waves of magic poured over us.
His energy crashed into me, and mine reciprocated, yanking us both into a deep, exhilarating oblivion.
I didn’t realize how empty I’d been until he filled every tormenting void, every crevice that had been throbbing with want, with need, of my mate.
“Fuck, Wyn,” he said, shoving himself inside me harder, faster, riding out his own orgasm. I felt it in my soul, building on mine, his pain and excitement and blinding love for me all bursting from him in a debilitating fury. “Fuck. Yes. Yes. Gods, you feel so good. I love you. I love you.”
“I love you,” I replied, and when his knot expanded inside me, locking us together, I sighed with a deep contentment I’d never before experienced. We were one. We were together. And we would nurture this tiny seed of adoration with everything in us.
He shifted our weight and rolled over, pulling me with him so I lay across his chest, my head under his chin, while we both panted back to reality.
“That was amazing.” He traced lazy circles up and down my spine, and I hummed at the gentle shocks of electricity buzzing through my molecules. “I never knew it would be like that. If I did, I would have mated you sooner.”
“Oh, hush,” I said, tilting my head to look up at him. “You didn’t know I was your mate. It happened when it was supposed to happen.”
“Hmm.” He made a non-committal noise, but I sensed his disbelief and perhaps something darker, something more sinister.
“What?” I sat up and balanced myself with my hands on his stomach. “What’s that?”
He ran his hands up my thighs and cupped my hips, rocking my pelvis so his knot brushed against the sensitive spot inside me. But a mischievous look danced in his eyes, and he bit his bottom lip with a grin.
“Perhaps I…” He moved up my waist to my breasts and brushed his thumbs over my nipples, more playing with me rather than trying to get a reaction. “Well, perhaps I always suspected there was more between us. Perhaps I always wanted more between us.”
I rolled my eyes and tutted through my teeth. “You always had someone else warming your bed, Fen. You didn’t think twice about me.”
“I cared about you, Wyn. Always.” Something nudged at the outskirts of my mind, like a visitor politely knocking at the door, asking to be let in.
I narrowed my eyes and opened the entry, gasping when a wave of his affection for me flooded my senses. Next came memories, visions playing on a projector screen of all the times he’d cradled our friendship in the palm of his oversized hand.
Him picking me up after I’d tripped over a rock and skinned my knee at the tender age of ten.
Flash forward a few years - him sitting next to me and wiping away my tears after a rotten first date had left me feeling dejected and alone.
Him and Mill chasing off an overinterested visitor from a neighboring MC.
Him ditching a one-night stand to drink beer and celebrate with me after my final healer certification.
The adoration in his chest when he’d opened his eyes after an attack and saw me standing over him, healing him, bringing him back to health.
Those moments didn’t look like the love we had finally grown into, but they were, without a doubt, declarations of the undying connection between us. And I counted myself blessed to have it with him.
“You’re perfect to me, little wolf,” he said. “And you always have been.”
I tried to reel back the tears, blinking my eyes to keep from crying, but they slipped over my cheeks anyway. He brushed them away and pulled me down on his chest to wrap his arms around me.
“Thank you, Fen,” I said. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you.” He kissed the top of my head, and we stayed like that until we both fell asleep, cocooned in the warmth of each other.
The new year would bring questions from the pack and certainly a raised eyebrow or two.
But with Fen, I could face anything. He would take care of me.
I would take care of him. And I understood my life differently now.
Yes, being a healer was my life’s work. But this, too, was important.
I was important, and having something for myself didn’t make me selfish or diminish what I did for the pack.
No, with him, I was stronger. With him, I could be the best version of myself. And I prayed I never did anything to screw it up.
We weren’t perfect people. There would be fights. There would be creases to iron out and long days where we suffered the worst of each other, but as long as we both tried, as long as we both showed up every day willing to fight for this, we’d make it.
I’d never been so sure of anything in my life.