Chapter 10
Forge
It’s not in my nature to delegate stuff. To wait for things to happen. I’ve always been a wolf to confront trouble head on. So, this relying on others shit is turning me a little insane. But it’s worth it. All I care about is protecting Maya.
Five days have passed and so far, there’s been no big news.
Meredith is okay—no one else has bothered her in the bar.
I’ve got a couple of good people working for me.
Beau, an investigator in Perdue is doing a bunch of techie-tracking stuff on his computer, while another guy—let’s say an old adversary who owes me a favor—is on the ground, trying to pick up Demetrius’s trail.
Someone broke into my shop a couple of days ago, made a real mess, apparently.
Grinder, of course. I’ve vowed he’s gonna pay for that, big time, but otherwise, I don’t really give a damn.
Weird. If I’d gotten that news a couple of weeks ago, it would’ve pissed me off big time. But now—Maya is the only thing that matters to me. This beautiful angel and her wellbeing.
If it was up to me, I’d keep her here forever.
Truth is, I’d be happy to abandon my shop and the life I’ve built in Perdue Town, and spend the rest of our lives here, on this little island.
I’d hunt all our food; we could grow a vegetable garden or some shit; then we’d spend our lives loving and fucking until we had a whole den of little pups.
I could build out an extension so we had plenty of space; each kid would have its own room.
Maya could tutor them. She’s real smart.
Daydreams.
Is it wrong to want to be stuck in this beautiful limbo forever?
If it was up to me, I’d abandon Demetrius to his hot-headed revenge mission. I’m pretty sure nothing good is gonna come of it.
But I can’t.
Because Maya is worried about her mom.
Which makes me worried.
She calls her mom every day, gives her cheerful updates.
All vague stuff about how she thinks she’s making some progress.
And she never mentions me—her werewolf mate.
It kind of hurts, but I guess I can’t blame her.
I’ll meet her mom one day, try my best to charm her.
Maya says I’m charming. I don’t see it personally, but I’ll go with that.
I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure her mom sees me as the perfect son-in-law.
Making Maya pregnant right now would solve a lot of problems, I think, watching her as she pads across the cabin, bringing a glass of water from the kitchen.
Although she doesn’t share the blood of Demetrius’s pack, she shares his blood, and a baby that united his pack and mine should be enough to diffuse the situation.
I say, should, because I don’t trust his crazy ass one bit.
When someone’s been raised with nothing but revenge on their mind, it’s gonna be a tough thing to abandon.
Sprawled out on the bed, I take in the soft curve of Maya’s belly, the little pink nipples that peek through the curtain of blonde hair that hangs over her lovely round tits, and her bare little pussy.
I’ve banned clothing on the island. Laid down a few laws, in fact. I also get to taste her sweet peach whenever I want. She also doesn’t get to come until I say so.
I know it’s wrong, but I can’t resist.
And she complains, but I can tell she loves it. Oh, she makes out she’s all embarrassed at being naked all the time. Especially outdoors.
What if someone is watching us with binoculars, Forge?
But every time I touch her, she’s dripping wet. Ready for me to plunge my cock into her.
And I’ve been taking advantage of that, big time.
Fucking her every which way, all over the cabin, and on the porch and in the lake.
I can’t understand how her tiny pussy can take my cock, but it does.
She stretches around me again and again, crying out in ecstasy as I pound into her.
Gripping my ass with both hands, pulling me in deeper.
Screaming out my name when I plow her from behind.
I reckon I’ve got three more days until she’s in heat, and then… well, she told me she’s not ready for babies yet.
Guess I’ll have to keep my cock locked up in a cage or something.
She flounces over, holding out the glass of water to me.
But I shake my head. “There’s something much sweeter that I want to taste.”
She puts the glass down on the nightstand and a look of delight crosses her pretty face.
“Come sit on my face, honey,” I tell her.
Momentarily, she looks confused. I’ve never licked her in this position before.
“Come on,” I croon. “Come ride Forge’s face a little.”
Hesitantly, she clambers astride me, pale golden limbs arranging themselves. Then, very slowly, she lowers her little peach onto my face.
Droplets of her arousal fall down like summer rain. Jesus, she tastes sweeter than ever, like salted caramel candy. I lick her from top to bottom, from her tiny swollen clit, to her little wet entrance.
At first, she braces herself on her hands and I feel her little thighs shake with her effort of holding herself up.
But I draw her down, down, encouraging her to ride me.
And as she loses herself in pleasure, she starts to grind on my face.
I cup her ass in both hands, keeping her right there as I circle her clit, with fast, light strokes, just the way she likes it.
“Fuck, Forge, that feels so good,” she mumbles, her hips bucking back and forth, working herself into a frenzy.
I sense her climax starting to build, and I ready myself for that sweet explosion, when suddenly, she arches her body backward, like a yoga champion or something, and reaches for my cock.
Holy crap. It’s swollen, fit to burst, and the touch of her silky hand is enough to send me right over the edge.
But then she lifts up, snatching her pussy away from me. She drops her weight down on my stomach, and looks at me with a hint of sternness.
“But when do I get to taste you, Forge?” she demands.
My mouth falls open. At least half the time when I’m shooting my load, I’m imagining her mouth stretched around my cock, but I wasn’t about to pressure her into it.
Without waiting for my response, she starts to reverse crawl down my body.
When she reaches my cock, she looks at it curiously for a moment, then her tongue darts out and she licks it like an ice cream.
A groan bursts from my throat. “Jesus, Maya,” I mutter.
She gives me a wicked look, and then she parts her lips and starts to take me in.
I reach down and sweep her hair away from her face, so I can see better. And I know the sight of her soft, small mouth descending on my cock is something I’ll never forget.
Her mouth is like the softest velvet. A tiny, moist cave.
This is all brand-new to her, but she’s eager, wanting to please me.
She bobs her head up and down, and I see her trying to take me deeper, trying not to cough when I hit the back of her throat.
And for my part, I cling onto the mattress, forcing myself to be still, to not thrust into this angel’s throat.
Soon, I’m close. My cock is pulsing. I’m one step away from filling her sweet mouth with my cream. But I want more. I want to taste her orgasm on my tongue at the same time.
“Turn around,” I tell her. She lifts her mouth off my cock, looking adorably confused. I sit up, maneuver her into a one-eighty and draw her sweet pussy down to my mouth again.
She gives a yip of surprise.
And I growl in delight as she’s exposed to me in this new way. I swear her honey smells even sweeter in this position. I push my tongue deep inside her, lapping up her tangy juices, and at the same moment, she drops her mouth onto my cock again.
Fuck.
Perfect synchronicity. Her incredible mouth around my cock. Her sweet pussy on my tongue.
I must be in heaven already.
When I press a fingertip against her little pucker, she squeaks and pulls away from me. But I don’t let her get away, and soon she gives out a moan of pleasure, and another inch of my cock disappears into her mouth.
One finger in her tight pussy, another in her little hole, while my tongue works at her clit.
She trembles and moans, and I feel the vibrations around my cock, feel her sucking me harder and harder as her orgasm approaches.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl. “Come right on my face.”
This is the permission she’s been waiting for.
Her pussy spasms tight around my finger, and she explodes. A gush of honey bursts on my tongue.
And a split second later, I explode in her mouth. I feel my seed hitting the back of her throat. Her throat closing tight around me, milking me.
She’s perfect. Perfect.
After that day, we get a little more freaky with each other. She wants me in her mouth all the time. And when I’m pounding her sweet pussy, she loves it when I talk dirty to her, telling her how I’m gonna pop her other little cherry one day as well.
She’s the most perfect, pure little princess, but I love it how she has this wild side, too. How she’s eager to learn from me.
Because it’s all for me. All mine.
Two more blissful days pass on our private island. This microcosm where Maya and I are the only two people in the world.
And then I get a call from my ex-packmate. He’s found Demetrius. He’s with the Easton pack. Just like I guessed, he’s been trying to negotiate with one of the packs that hates on mine. This could mean a world of trouble.
But, according to my source, he’s screwing it all up because he’s a na?ve motherfucker, and his life is in danger.
I’m pacing back and forth in the cabin, absorbing this information, while my little angel is lounging on one of the Adirondacks, her naked body kissed by the late afternoon sun.
My blood boils at his stupidity. At all the lives he’s putting in danger.
Especially Maya’s.
All the worry he’s causing.
I watch Maya through the glass panel in the door. She doesn’t know I’m taking a call right now. She’s singing to herself, idly fingering one of her nipples. I wonder if she’s thinking about me. I sure hope so.
Protectiveness burns in my veins.
She’s not a part of this world. She never should’ve been dragged into it.
Such a temptation to sit back and let the Easton pack take him out. Pretend like this conversation never happened.
But then I think of Maya’s face when I tell her I have him. That we’re going to take him home, and give her mom a chance at getting better.
What a goddamn dilemma: keep her safe, or make her happy.
When I end the call, I feel like hurling the phone across the room.
As I push open the door and walk out onto the deck, she spins to face me, a beautiful smile lighting up her face.
I go still, hating the fact I’m about to wipe that smile away. Burst the happy bubble of our existence. I try to keep my face neutral. Or as neutral as a craggy-looking face like mine gets. Maybe I don’t have to tell her anything. Play for time.
But a frown knits her velvety forehead.
Damnit. She read me. My little angel knows me far too well.
It’s crazy, we’ve only been in each other’s lives for a few short days, but I have the weird sense that we’ve always known each other. That there can be no secrets between us.
I dash toward her, scoop her up in my arms. Just one more swim together.
She loves it when I toss her in the water and go in after her.
She always shrieks like crazy and clings onto me, calling me her savior.
Then I shove myself into her sweet pussy, and fuck her until she comes all over my cock, the two of us surrounded by the cool, dark waters.
But right now, she goes stiff in my arms, and fixes me with a sterner look than I’ve ever seen before.
“Forge, what is it?” she demands.