Chapter 18
Ansley
I change the sheets and crawl into bed before exhaustion takes me.
It’s a deep, dreamless sleep. I rarely have nights without dreams, but I rarely remember them. Just that my mind was still busy, even while I was resting.
It doesn’t feel that way when I wake up. Possibly because as soon as my eyes open, I get the feeling someone is watching me. I sit up in a panic, looking around until I see the amber glow of Hayden’s eyes in the darkness.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” Hayden speaks softly, stepping into the dim moonlight.
“It’s night already?” I groan, trying to shake the fog out of my head. “I slept all day. What did you do to me?”
“The same thing I’m going to do tonight,” he says, moving closer to the bed. “Maybe this time, you’ll feel my knot.”
Hayden reaches out and grabs my ankles, pulling me towards him.
I assume he’s going to strip me naked in an instant, considering the look in his eyes.
Instead, he leans down, his lips finding mine with a tender kiss.
He pulls me into a tight embrace, and I feel safe in his arms. Like I’m exactly where I belong.
Slowly, he undresses me, pressing his lips on each bit of skin he exposes. He’s already naked, already hard, his thick cock beaded with arousal. Once I’m naked and splayed, his hands pressing on my thighs, he licks my folds, his tongue finding my entrance.
“Oh Hayden,” I breathe the words out on a long sigh, realizing I’m about to get tongue-fucked again.
“I should roll you over and spank your ass for sending me to Daisy’s apartment,” he growls, the vibrations making me tingle. “You didn’t think her mother would check on her cat?”
“I wasn’t sure,” I admit. “If it had been me, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. Daisy’s mom wouldn’t have been surprised if I walked through the door.”
“She was sure as fuck surprised when I showed up,” Hayden growls, his tongue pushing into me.
“How’s Daisy?” I ask, my concern for my best friend not allowing me to fully relax.
“She’s still doing okay. I checked in with Morgan earlier,” he says. “But I don’t want to talk about her. This is our time.”
I try to apologize, but his tongue feels so good I just melt into the mattress, my hips twitching as the pleasure surges through me.
His tongue works its way into me slowly at first, licking and tasting, exploring every inch like he’s been dying to taste me again. I whimper and moan with pleasure, arousal coating his tongue, my battered and bruised walls aching as they respond to him.
Just when I get comfortable and ride a few waves of bliss, he picks up the pace, his tongue spearing into me rapidly while his thumb moves to my clit His other hand squeezes and caresses my breasts, teasing my nipples into tingling pebbles.
The combination is euphoric and I writhe on the bed, especially when his tongue slithers deeper than any normal man could go, tasting parts of me that make my body quiver.
I’m so raw from our first night together that everything is extremely sensitive. It doesn’t take much for the pressure to build.
“Hayden,” I gasp, my hands tangling around strands of his long black and charcoal-grey hair. “I can’t… I’m going to…”
His tongue retreats. “Come for me, mate,” he growls against my skin, then his tongue is deep inside me again, coaxing my orgasm to the surface.
I try to hold back, just to enjoy the pleasure, but it’s impossible.
The pressure builds until I shatter against his mouth, my walls clenching around his tongue as the orgasm shudders through me.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking, tasting, drawing out my climax until I come again, the two orgasms blurring together as I tremble and gasp for breath.
When he finally pulls back, my nectar is dripping from his beard. His amber eyes are blazing with a different kind of hunger. I know exactly what he wants. Despite the pain lingering from my deflowering and our very physical night together, I can’t deny that I want it too.
“On your hands and knees,” he orders, wiping a hand across his beard. “I think you can handle me now, so I’m going to make damn sure I knot you before I’m done.”
My core clenches with nervous anticipation as I turn over, pushing myself up until my ass is facing him. He didn’t take me like this last night. I feel more exposed. More vulnerable, with my pussy on display, his saliva and my juices running down my thighs.
I try to settle into the position, but a stinging smack lands on my ass. “Owww! What was that for?”
“Because your ass looks even better when it’s nice and red,” he chuckles, slapping the other cheek before climbing onto the bed behind me. “Don’t send me on wild cat chases anymore.”
“I was just trying to make sure he got fed,” I whine, settling into position when I feel his hands on my hips.
Hayden’s large hands get a good grip, then I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I prepare for it, thinking he’ll enter me slowly, but he doesn’t. He slams into me in one brutal thrust, burying himself to his balls inside my battered pussy.
“Oohhh, FUCK!” I cry out, my fingers digging into the sheets.
This angle is different, deeper, and I can feel every inch of the massive dick stretching me. My body tries to adjust, my walls fluttering and gripping along his length.
“This is what it feels like to be home,” he croons his approval, pulling back and slamming into me again. “Before you, no place felt like home. Now, it’s wherever my mate is.”
Is that what it truly means to be home? I’ve felt unmoored for a while. I was eager to leave my grandparents’ house once I got my scholarship to college. Eager to start a new life at school. More eager to get my own place after graduation. But none of it ever felt like home. Not really.
“Yes, oh Hayden,” I mewl, feeling him start to move inside me. “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too, mate,” he rumbles, one hand moving to grip the back of my neck, pushing my shoulders down, while the other remained on my hip.
His cock throbs inside me and I gasp. “This is what you do to me. All day, hunting vampires, and all I could think about was getting back to you. Being inside you again. Fucking you until I’m sure that you’ve been bred. ”
“Does that require a knot?” I gasp my question, still trying to adjust to his size, gradually getting more comfortable with the way he feels.
“Not always,” his reply is almost conversational as he begins fucking me steadily. “But the chances are a lot higher. Either way, we will soon be wed, whether you’re carrying my child or not.”
His rumbling words vibrate through me and I gasp. A wedding. I hadn’t thought about that. I mean, when I was younger, I used to plan my wedding like most girls. White dress. Daisy as my maid-of-honor. A handsome groom. I can still have all of that, but something about it doesn’t feel right.
My mind flashes back to my vision as Hayden sets a demanding rhythm. Multiple children. Not all of them belonged to Hayden, but I don’t know what that means.
I gasp and groan as his thick cock moves inside me with enough quickness that I know I won’t last long. The pressure builds fast, coiling tight in my core as it threatens to go supernova. Hayden just does something to me I don’t understand.
“I can feel you getting close,” he rumbles. “The way you squeeze my cock when you’re about to explode… nothing compares to this.”
“Hayden!” I scream, the pressure releasing into a wave of clenching and unclenching that tightens every muscle until a powerful release engulfs me. “Yes!”
“Mm, not good enough,” he growls, continuing to slam his thick cock into my pussy. “Come for me again, mate. Let me feel what I do to you.”
My orgasm peaks and as it begins to wane, another crashes over me in an enormous wave of pleasure. My muscles clamp down on his dick, fluttering and pulsing as the euphoria takes over. I scream his name, my entire body shaking.
“That’s better,” he groans, his rhythm faltering. “You’re going to take every drop like a good mate, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes,” I cry, gasping. “Hayden!”
He drives into me harder, faster, chasing his own release. I can feel him throbbing. Pulsating. His needy cock swells, then he roars as he climaxes, his hips jerking erratically as he empties himself inside me.
For a moment, I feel more swelling, like his cock is getting even bigger, but then it fades.
“No,” he groans, frustration evident in his voice. “Fuck. I didn’t knot.”
“I don’t know the difference, but it felt incredible to me,” I breathe out, beginning to come down from the incredible high.
Hayden slowly pulls his length out of me, and I feel empty. Incomplete. I sink into the mattress and move to the pillows. I didn’t bleed this time. I’m getting used to him. Used to my mate.
“We’ll keep trying,” he sighs, stretching out beside me, pulling me into his powerful embrace. “As long as it takes. Even if I don’t knot, it doesn’t mean I can’t breed you. And that’s the best part, isn’t it?”
“I suppose it is,” I laugh, snuggling close to his hairy chest, the scent of him making me feel comfortable and safe. “Does that mean you’re done with me after I get pregnant?”
“No,” he chuckles. “I don’t know how you’ll react, but when a she-wolf is with child, she’s insatiable. Three months of absolute bliss before the pup is born.”
“Three months!?” My eyes widen.
“Wolves develop fast, even before they have fur. Three months from conception to birth. I guess you could say our kind can’t wait to see the world,” he jokes.
“Are wolf babies… big? I mean, you’re huge,” I ask, concern creeping into my voice.
“My firstborn will be my heir, if it’s a boy. A true Alpha, meant to lead this pack when my time is over,” he explains, then a grin tilts the edge of his lips. “But don’t worry, we’re much smaller when we’re born.”
“I sure hope so!” I remark. “But like… compared to human babies?”
“Not much different when we’re born,” he smiles. “You have nothing to fear. When the time comes, your body will adjust. You’re my mate. We wouldn’t be drawn to each other like this if you weren’t meant to carry my offspring. I would die before I would let anything happen to you.”
His confidence eases some of my concerns, but it’s still scary. A few days ago, the only thing I cared about was staying on Ms. Frost’s good side. Now, I’m thinking about my mate, my future, and… babies that will eventually be able to turn into wolves like their father.
But for now, I just need to rest.
I sleep through the night in Hayden’s arms. I feel him pulling away around sunrise and hear the shower running, but I don’t get up until I smell coffee. I take a shower before I finally make it to the kitchen.
“Another day of hunting vampires?” I ask, slumping down at the table.
“That’s the plan,” he answers me with a smile. “Meeting my brothers right after I eat.”
“Think it will be another late night?” I take a sip of my coffee.
“Most likely,” he replies.
We don’t have long to talk, and Hayden finishes his meal before I finish mine. I walk him to the door and we share a kiss before he pulls away. Kissing him when he’s in his Third Form is different. It doesn’t quite feel right, but I still know it’s him underneath the disguise.
After Hayden leaves, I finish my breakfast. I sit at the table for a long time after he’s gone, staring at my phone. I’m not sure what to do about my job. I can’t stay hidden away in this safehouse forever. If I call in again, I’m sure to be in the Ice Queen’s crosshairs.
“Technically, Hayden didn’t tell me I had to stay here all day like he did yesterday. It was implied based on what he said yesterday, but…” I mutter, glancing over at the cars in the garage. “If he’s late, like he was yesterday, he may not even realize I left.”
I don’t want to give Hayden a reason to distrust me, but I’m scared of losing my job. I’ve worked so hard to get here. Plus, I’m not completely defenseless. I can tell when someone is watching me. I had a vision that told me where Daisy was.
“I’ll be careful. Straight to work and straight back to the safehouse,” I mutter, the idea rooting itself in my mind. “If he finds out, I can handle another spanking. I won’t like it, but it’s a small price to pay to keep my job.”
I make my decision and hurry to the rack that holds the keys for the cars in the garage. I don’t need anything fancy, so I find the keys to one of the newer sedans.
A few minutes later, I’m on the way to my apartment, desperately in need of a change of clothes before I show up at York Financial.
It won’t be straight to work and straight back to the safehouse, but I’ll still be careful.