Chapter 14 #6
She looks at me, tears welling in her eyes. I wish she had not seen that. I wish I could have gone back and broken the news to her gently. I wish she’d let me take care of her that way, stop her from seeing the blood and the pain…
“Thank you,” she sobs, throwing herself into my arms. “It was the only thing that was ever going to stop him.”
She cries so hard I worry for her ability to breathe. She drags in tearful gasps as I hold her tight, pick her up, and carry her away from the scene. I can smell the blood and the death, and I know some of it is clinging to me, and now to us.
I take her to the lake, which is not far from the cliff where her father’s body still lies, and I walk into it with her in my arms. We need to purify ourselves. The sins of the past must be washed away in these waters.
It takes a long time for her tears to slow, but I am patient. I know she has seen one of the worst things a person can see, and I know that it is now all tied up in me, the pack, shifting, and her own terrible experience in the wild.
“I bit that driver,” she says. “I bit him and I got some of him in me…”
“Shh,” I murmur, kissing her quiet. “There is no need to confess. Your sins do not exist.”
“You killed him. You got some of him in you. I saw the blood. You couldn’t have spat all of it out. You must have swallowed some…”
“Listen,” I say. “A little blood here and there, some flesh from time to time, that is not the same as hunting humans for sport and massacring them for our enjoyment. That’s the difference.
Whatever you did, you did because you were defending yourself.
It’s over. All of it. There’s no need to interrogate yourself or assign blame any more.
His passing frees you to be whoever you want to be. I hope that you will be my wife.”
She sniffs and stares at me. It takes a couple of long moments for her to understand what I have just said properly.
“Did you just kill my father, and then propose to me?”
“Yes. Very old-fashioned of me, I know, but I’m a traditional sort of man underneath it all. Nicky Love, will you marry me?”
There is another long pause, and again I find myself concerned that she might reject me out of her own self-loathing. She identifies with the beast that was her father far too much.
“I suppose I should,” she says. “Seeing as I’m probably knocked up with your whelps. They might want me to be married to their father, I guess. For the inheritance, if nothing else.”
I know she does not mean all of that. Her eyes are shining with mischief and love, and the fact that she can feel anything good in this moment gives me hope for the future. She will heal. She will settle with me and my pack. She will have my babies. We will be a happy family.
“Brat,” I laugh, kissing her again. “You are going to make me the happiest man in the world.”
* * *
Nicky
Part of me cannot believe what just happened.
My father is dead and I am going to be married to one of the richest wolves in the world.
Everything I wished for as a child has come true for me, and it’s real.
I know that, because I can feel Rex holding me close.
The warmth of his body keeps me anchored as the cool water swirls around us.
I could so easily believe that this is all a dream.
My father is dead. Finally. I feel another wave of relief sweep over me. I thought, for a moment, when I caught up and saw Rex facing him down that my father might beat Rex. But that was the thought of a frightened child.
He was never a match for my mate.
Rex lifts me up and carries me out of the water.
A helicopter is hovering overhead. Most of the pack is being ferried back.
They have all run a long way at speed with no food, and it’s safer for everyone to take a short flight back than risk the wild.
Some intrepid types are running back in their wolf forms.
“Do we have to go back?” I pull on his hand as he leads me toward the clearing where the helicopter is waiting.
“We don’t have to do anything,” he says, turning to me with a broad smile that gives me a rush of desire that once more pushes back all the tiredness of the running and the playing and the whatnot. “We have the rest of our lives to do as we please, my little mate.”
“I want to fuck you. Is that sick?”
“It’s not sick,” he says. “It’s the most natural thing in the world. And,” he lowers his head and his tone at the same time, “it’s what I want too.”
* * *
Rex
I lift her up, press her back against a tree—I choose one with smooth bark, because I am a gentleman even if my jaws were recently drenched with human blood. She wants me so badly, I can smell the intensity of her desire.
She wraps her legs around my waist as my cock presses up between her thighs and finds the slick slit. She is wet for me, soaked with desire that was ordained a long time ago by fate herself.
I surge up inside her, taking her with primal passion. This claiming is not like it was before. I have dominated and punished her many times. More often than not when my cock entered her, her ass was burning from the harsh application of my palm or some other implement.
This tryst is being fueled by a darker intimacy. She wants to give herself to me completely. She wants to feel my claim because the original male she imprinted on as a pup is gone and now I am everything to her. I am the sun around which she will orbit, and she is the moon I will worship.
I bite the side of her neck, blunted human teeth doing no damage at all as I mimic a previous brutality, and roll my hips up inside her so my cock fills every inch of her breeding channel.
“I cannot wait to see you swell with my babies,” I growl in her ear, nipping the lobe for a little more stimulation. “You’re going to look adorable when you are pregnant, and I will take very good care of you.”
She moans, incoherent. I take it as a compliment that she is unable to speak when I am inside her. I love the way her body responds and surrenders to me so completely naturally. I feel her enveloping me, surrounding me, taking me deeper, it feels, than before.
My knot is starting to build, stretching her wider. These thrusts before I fully knot demand so much of her tight pussy. They command her to stretch for me, submit to me. Her tender cunt needs to be able to take every inflated inch of me because she is about to be bred again.
“Such a good girl, who is all mine? Hmm?” I purr the question as I rut up inside her, feeling how her pussy spreads and stretches for me. “Who is going to take all my cum and make me a baby?”
“Me,” she squeaks.
“That’s right,” I snarl, my mouth on her neck, my free hand in her hair, my cock deep inside her soaking pussy. “It’s you. And you’re mine. You belong to me completely. There is no other person on this planet who has the claim to you that I do. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” she moans, her hips grinding back against me as my knot thickens and her pussy struggles to take it. She’s fucking herself on my cock, taking every bit of it and wanting more.
Her father’s death has freed something in her; the wildness she was afraid to express is now all over my cock as she does her best to get me to come.
“Not yet,” I chide her gently. “I don’t want you to come yet. I want you to take my cock more. I want you to feel this knot all thick inside you.”
I hold her on the edge of climax for what must seem like hours to her. She pants, she whines, she begs. I tease her clit and nipples and I thrust and withdraw, slower and slower until the sounds she is making are far more animal than human.
I wanted her to beg for me, once. I wanted her to submit to me. Now I want to show her that she can be as wild as she likes and I can handle every bit of her feral need. There is no need to run, no need to hide.
“You want to come?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Please, please…”
“You want my cum too?” I circle her clit with slow, languid twirls while my knot inflates and my balls tighten.
The sound she makes is so desperate I think she is going to…
“Argh!”
Her teeth sink into my neck and I come at her brutal urging, tipping over the edge of control, my knot as thick as it can get, my seed deep inside her, her pussy quivering around my cock as she finally comes all over my cock, my orgasm unleashing hers.
“That was naughty,” I say as sanity starts to prevail once more.
“Was it?” She smirks at me with that satisfied look she has, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed with arousal.
“Yes,” I growl. I still have her in my arms; her legs are still wrapped around me. My cock remains inside her. It slides out as I give her a hard slap on her naughty ass. “You know how I feel about biting.”
“And you know how I feel about not getting to come,” she pouts back at me.
We are on the verge of the rest of our lives together. Marriage, babies, a full family and all it entails are on the horizon. On this night it is just the two of us beneath the moon, our blood thrilling to the joining of our bodies, of our packs, and of my complete and total claiming of my mate.
We have submitted to fate, to the connection we share, to the future to come, and to a long life of rough, passionate love.
The End