Chapter 8
EIGHT
Foster
Dinner is quiet. Too quiet. The clink of forks against plates is jarring, and every nerve inside me is strung tight, humming with the pull of the moon and the ache of my mate just across town.
“How was work?” Penny asks cautiously.
“Fine.”
I shove another bite of chicken into my mouth, ignoring the way my wolf whines and claws at me.
“I saw Selena today at the bookstore.”
Every fiber of my being goes on high alert. My wolf stops scratching at me and goes still, dying for any word about our mate.
“She wasn’t doing too well. She had to leave work early,” Penny adds.
I feel like I’ve been stabbed in the chest.
“She was sick?” I ask, wanting to go to my mate and check on her.
“Kind of…It was the mating heat,” my sister explains.
I let out a harsh breath, screwing my eyes shut tight. “Fuck, Pen, don’t tell me that. I’m barely hanging on here,” I warn her.
“I know, and I wanted to talk to you about all of this,” she says.
Mate, mate, mate, my wolf chants, like it’s the only word he knows. She needs us.
I dig my nails into the edge of the table, holding on for dear life.
Penny sighs, setting her fork down like the weight of it is too much. “I’m sorry,” she says softly.
I freeze, my mouth dropping open as I stare at her.
“For what?”
“For…all of it.” She twists the napkin in her hands, eyes shiny. “I was letting old hurt get in the way of what’s right in front of me. I know you. I know Selena. I trust both of you. And I know you’d never hurt me on purpose.”
My chest goes tight. “Penny—”
She shakes her head quickly, cutting me off.
“I don’t want to stand between you. Not when it’s fate. Not when it’s love. I want you to be happy, Foster. I want her to be happy. And I think…maybe you only get that with each other.”
The knot in my throat nearly chokes me.
My wolf surges forward, ears pricked, tail high, ready. Ours, he growls. She’s giving us permission. Go.
“You’re sure?” My voice is raw. I need to hear it again.
“Yes.” Penny’s smile wobbles, but it’s real. “Go get your girl, Foster.”
That’s all it takes. My chair scrapes back, my pulse already thundering as I sprint for the door.
My wolf is a live wire under my skin, clawing to get out.
By the time I hit the front porch, I’m shifting, my clothes ripping to shreds as my bones break and reform in a rush of power that feels like freedom.
The night explodes with scent—pine, damp earth, and beneath it all, the sweetness that is only hers. Selena. My mate. Mine.
I run, paws pounding the ground, the forest a blur as I tear across town. The moonlight sharpens everything: the pull of the bond, the fever in my veins, the need to get to her before I combust.
Her house comes into view, small and dark against the glow of the streetlamps. I don’t slow down. I shift back mid-stride, skin prickling as I hit the porch. The door doesn’t stand a chance. I kick it open so hard the frame splinters, the wood groaning under the force.
“Selena!” My voice is a snarl, rough and desperate.
She appears in the hallway, red hair a fiery halo, eyes wide and startled. She looks flushed, wrecked, like she’s been fighting the same battle I have.
“What’s going on?” Her eyes widen even further as they drop to my hard cock. “And why are you naked?”
I ignore her question, consumed by the need to touch her. “You’re mine.” The words tear out of me, no hesitation, no restraint left. “You’re my mate.”
She shakes her head, stumbling back a step.
“No—we can’t. Penny—”
“She knows.” I close the distance, my chest heaving. “She gave us her blessing. She wants us to be together.”
Her lips part, her body trembles.
“Thank God,” she whispers.
And then she launches herself at me, arms winding tight around my neck, mouth crashing into mine like we’ve been starving for years.
The bond flares, wild and hot, snapping into place with a force that steals my breath. My wolf howls in triumph, and I kiss her harder, deeper, finally giving in to what I’ve been denying.
“Bed,” I snarl.
Selena nods eagerly, pointing over her shoulder to the hallway. “Last room on the right.”
I pick her up, cradling her curvy body against mine as I practically sprint toward her bedroom.
“I can’t believe that this is happening. That this is real,” she whispers as I lay her down in the center of the bed.
“I know. I’ve been dreaming about this moment,” I tell her as I tug at her clothes.
“You have?” she asks in surprise.
“Yeah. I know I’m not supposed to, that I’ll only ever want my fated mate,” I say, pulling her shirt up and over her head. “I guess deep down I always hoped it would be you.”
“I’ve been wishing for that, too,” she admits softly.
“And now you’re mine…well, almost mine.”
“Almost?”
I rip her yoga pants down her legs and throw them to the ground. “I need to bite you and mark you. Then you’ll be mine. Fully. Forever.”
“Do it,” she says eagerly.
I smirk. “I will, but first I need to get you ready for me.”
“I’m ready,” she blurts out.
I take a deep breath, smelling her arousal.
Bite her! She’s begging for it. For us, my wolf growls. Make her ours.
In a minute, I snap back at him.
I reach for Selena’s panties, and with a twist of my fingers, I rip them from her body and toss them aside. Then I stop and stare.
My mate is bare before me, spread out across the mattress like an angelic offering I can’t resist.
“Goddamn, Selena. You are…everything,” I rasp.
She blushes, her eyelashes fluttering as she takes in my words.
“You are every fantasy and dream all rolled into one. I must have done something right in my life for fate to give me such a perfect mate.”
Her eyes become glossy, and she swallows audibly as she looks at my hard cock.
“You can take it,” I assure her, reading the apprehension on her features. “You were made to take it.”
Her blue eyes flick up to meet mine. “I need you.”
I growl. Then I’m on her.
I kiss her, my tongue sliding against hers as my palm slides down her body. I cup her tit in my hand, my fingers toying with her stiff nipple.
“Foster!”
I grin, pinching the sensitive peak. “Let me hear you, mate. How badly do you want it?”
“So…bad…” she pants as I kiss my way down her body.
My tongue rolls over her nipple, sucking the little cherry into my mouth.
“Foster!” she shouts, a shiver rolling through her body.
The scent of her arousal is stronger now, and I breathe deeply as I switch to her other breast.
“Please,” she begs.
I growl against her skin. My control is about to snap, and I know I won’t be able to hold back if she keeps begging me to claim her. I reluctantly move on from her perfect tits and lick my way down her body.
Her thighs tremble as I settle between them, and she leans up on her elbows, breathing hard as she stares down her body at me.
“Foster, the mating heat…Please, I need you. It aches.”
“I’ve got you, mate. I just need a taste.”
“Taste of wh—”
She shrieks so loudly that I’m sure the whole Pack heard her as I bury my face in her sweet pussy.
She collapses back onto the bed, and I grin as I lick a path up her center. My tongue rolls over her clit, circling it once, twice, before I lick my way back down to her tight little hole.
Selena’s hips lift as she learns the rhythm I’ve started, and soon she’s rocking against my face, using me for her pleasure. My wolf is in heaven, and so am I. I want to live between my mate’s legs. I want to rub her scent all over me.
“Oh, oh, oh! FOSTER!”
I snarl as I lick up her release. Her sticky juices coat my lips and tongue, and I swallow them all down, greedy for more.
“Again,” I order.
She shakes her head. “NO! I need you. NOW!”
Her eyes flash, and the Alpha in me wants to maintain control, but I can’t deny my mate anything.
I lick my lips as I prowl up her body until my cock is lined up with her dripping opening. She’s soaked for me, and the tip of my cock slides easily against her.
“Fuck, Foster,” she moans, and the sound nearly undoes me.
I push her hair away from her face, and she arches, turning her head and offering me her neck.
“Bite me,” she begs.
I lick the spot on her neck, and she shivers underneath me.
“Do it,” she demands.
My teeth elongate as my wolf pushes forward. I sink them into her skin as I thrust into her pussy, claiming her as mine.
Fully.
Mine, my wolf howls.
I nod in agreement. Mate.
“Ah!” Selena cries, her pussy contracting around my length as she comes.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
Her orgasm almost triggers mine, but I hold it off. I want tonight to be perfect for her. For us.
I lick the bite mark, sealing the wound. Bracing my weight on my hands, I smile down at my mate.
Selena’s red hair is spread out around her on the pillow, and her pale skin is flushed with her orgasm. She looks loved and sex-drunk. I love it.
Her blue eyes lock with mine, and we stare at each other as I start to move. It’s such an intimate moment as we rock together. It seems like we’re staring into each other’s souls as we cement our bond.
“I love you.”
She smiles softly. “I love you, too. I always have.”
“And I promise to make love to you slowly next time.”
“What?”
I don’t answer her. I fuck her.
Hard.
The restraint I’ve been clinging to by my fingernails for the last few days snaps. I’m a beast now, an animal, rutting into her.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, and my wolf howls as she marks me, leaving tiny crescent moons scattered across my skin.
“Don’t stop!” Selena pants.
“Never. Not until you come all over my cock. I want it dripping off my balls, mate.”
“Oh, God,” she cries.
I grit my teeth, drinking her in as I pound her into the mattress. I watch the way her tits bounce with each thrust, and the flush spreading down her neck to her chest. Her breath catches as her orgasm builds, and her thighs tighten around my hips as she comes undone.
“Foster…” she moans, sucking in a sharp breath as she breaks apart beneath me.
Her pussy clamps down around my dick, and her orgasm causes mine. Watching my mate so lost in her pleasure is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen as I spill my seed deep inside her.
My wolf howls so loudly in my head that I fear I might go deaf.
Mate! he roars.
“Mine,” I say, licking my bite mark.
I pull her into my arms as I roll to my side. She snuggles closer, wiggling on my cock until I groan.
“Mine,” she says, resting her head on my shoulder.
I smile, trailing my fingers over her curves.
There’s no going back now. Selena is mine.
Forever.