Chapter 7
Wolfe
She came back from the druid’s tent in the middle of the night.
I was in bed; I’d been there since the use of my Will. I still felt drained, but I was rested. I felt her enter the house, and then at the bedroom door, she lingered.
Hesitant.
Because of me? Or because of what she’d become?
The power pulsed beneath her skin. She felt…more. But still the same. How was that possible? I could feel the change in her, but I could also feel our mate bond. Firm. Solid. Secure.
Then why did it feel like I wasn’t?
Rowen took a step back, the door closing softly, and I knew she was going to do something stupid, like sleep on the couch. Only we didn’t have a couch because my beta Diesel had wrecked it when he learned of the attack on my pack at Stonefang. My defenseless pack. I sighed and Rowen hesitated.
“Are you awake?”
“I am.” I didn’t sit up. I was comfy lying flat on my back, staring at nothing, the blankets gathered around my waist. Not because I was hot, just because I hadn’t bothered to pull them up.
“I thought you were sleeping,” she said softly, opening the door wider and moving back into the room. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I held an entire pack under my Will for too long, then killed thirteen of them with a single thought.”
The silence that followed could only be described as uncomfortable.
“Should I go?” She sounded unsure. Rowen had never been unsure in her life, or if she had been, she hid it very well.
“Do you want to?”
This was really strange. Now I felt unsure. One thing I knew throughout all my time knowing her was that I was always sure of my feelings for her, even when I was in denial.
She walked over to the bed and climbed on, lying beside me, on top of the covers. She stared at the ceiling, the same as I did. “Why would I want to go?” she asked me softly. “This is my bed. This is where I sleep. Beside you.”
I smirked in the darkness. “Haven’t done much sleeping beside you recently.”
I heard her huff of laughter. “Childish,” she murmured, but I could hear the smile. Her hand moved, and I felt her fingers brush against my arm. “But true.”
I turned my head to look at her, wolf sight making the dark clearer. Her hair was unbound, her scent was warm, and the familiar vanilla and orchid soothed the rough edges around me.
“How did it go?” I asked gently.
She turned to look at me in the dark. “I don’t want to talk about the druid right now.”
Right. I turned away, my gaze once more on the ceiling. “Okay.”
Rowen moved onto her side, inching closer to me. Her fingers traced over my chest. “I don’t want to talk about the druid right now, because I’m remembering the last time we were in this bed, and that thought and the druid don’t belong in the same headspace.”
I grinned. My hand caught her fingers, bringing them to my lips. “I could fix that for you if you want?” I murmured.
“Aren’t you tired?” she asked softly, moving even closer, seeking out my warmth.
“My wife just hinted she wants sex,” I told her, my tongue licking over the tips of her fingers quickly before kissing them again. “I’m wide awake. Trust me.”
“I…I didn’t—”
I rolled us over. She was on her back, looking up at me, while I held her beneath me. I gazed into her soft green eyes, noticing the desire and love there. My head dipped, and I nuzzled into the crook of her neck. I needed this. It was a reminder that my mate still wanted me.
Rowen’s hands slipped into my hair as I breathed her in. “What is it?” she whispered. “Talk to me, Wolfe. Please.”
“I killed them.” I felt my chest tighten. “With my Will. Thirteen pack just…gone.”
I felt her fingers tighten, but not to push me away, to pull me closer. “They were traitors. They did not see you as their alpha, and they didn’t belong in this pack. You gave them the chance to leave when you came here, Wolfe. They stayed to betray you.”
I kissed her neck, my tongue tracing over her pulse, breathing her in. “You aren’t disgusted?”
“No.” Rowen lifted my head up, her eyes shining with fierceness. “You are the alpha. This is your pack. Anyone not with you is against you. Against us. They deserved to die.”
I watched her, seeing the absolute certainty in her eyes. “Fuck, you’re fucking gorgeous when you’re bloodthirsty, mate.”
I kissed her. All the doubt in my body melted away as my tongue brushed hers.
Her arms wrapped around my neck as she kissed me back.
I shifted over her, pressing my hips down against hers, moving gently.
Rowen moved her legs so I could sink deeper, lifting them so I settled between them.
The kiss grew more intense, and my need to claim my mate increased.
Her clothes came off quickly and carelessly—I’m sure something ripped.
Her pants were pushed down, and I briefly lifted myself off her to pull them and her underwear down, and off her legs. They didn’t survive the effort—a firm tug tore them from her. Her hiss of pain made me feel wild as I nipped her neck.
“You’re soaked,” I murmured in appreciation as my fingers stroked through her wetness, pushing two fingers inside her, my thumb rubbing her clit.
My mouth sucked and licked at her breasts, Rowen’s small moans of encouragement feeding my desire.
“I don’t think I can be gentle, princess.
” I tried to slow down, but her hips rolled against my hand as I stroked inside her. Her kisses were wild and uncontrolled.
“I don’t want gentle, tonight, Wolfe,” she told me, pushing me off her, onto my back.
My mate moved in between my legs, dipping her head, her tongue running over the length of me, sucking the tip into her warm, wet mouth.
“I want you to fuck me.” She sucked my cock some more, her head bobbing and tongue laving over my length, groaning in appreciation as if I were her favorite meal. “Fuck my mouth,” she whispered.
My hands tangled in her hair. I wanted to fuck her, but she did something with her tongue that had my hands gripping her hair more, pulling her down to take more of my cock in her mouth. “Fuck, Rowen,” I hissed. “Do it again. Show me how well you choke on my cock, princess.”
She was insatiable, and I was not much better.
Fuck, I was going to come and I didn’t want to spill in her mouth.
I wanted my cum inside her. Filling her.
I pulled her head up and off me. She looked up at me, eyes blown with lust, mouth red and swollen, tears in her eyes from struggling to take all of me in her mouth.
She was beautiful.
“Fuck me,” I ordered her, and I saw the slow smile. Rowen moved up, straddling me, and with a delicious slowness that almost made me lose my restraint, she sank down onto my cock. My groan filled the room as my wife started to slowly roll her hips as she rode me.
“Wolfe…” Rowen’s head tipped back, and she stared at the ceiling while my hands ran over her breasts and toyed with her nipples. “Wolfe…” She moaned my name again, and I watched her hand dip down to her pussy to rub her clit. I caught her hand, smiling when she mewled in protest. “I need it.”
I sat up, moving us both. Rowen’s legs tightened around me. “I give you what you need, princess,” I whispered against her mouth. “Only me.” I circled her clit, and she nodded against my mouth, her tongue dipping into my mouth as I fucked her slowly.
“Only you,” she whispered. “You said you wanted it harder,” she protested. “I want it harder.”
I kept the same pace as I had. I had wanted to fuck her, and fuck her hard.
But this, seeing her squirm, desperate to be filled, this was an enjoyable torture.
I kept my pace as it was, rolling her hips, my grip firm on her sides, watching her unravel as I thrust into her.
When she came, her body was bowed so far back her head brushed the blankets below us.
Her pussy clamped around me and squeezed me tight, encouraging my cock to spill inside her.
I moved her onto her back, spreading her legs wide, as wide as they could go, and I picked up my rhythm. She took all of it. Everything I had to give her, begging for more. Screaming my name. She was so fucking beautiful, her hair wild and tangled around her face, her body moving against mine.
Perfect. She was perfect.
I fucked her harder.
She was mine.
My wife. My mate. Mine to fuck. Mine to love.
I dropped my head, kissing her roughly, hard, teeth biting her lip. “You’re mine.” I felt my wolf rise, the need to claim my mate pushing me harder. “Say it.”
Rowen’s nails dragged down my chest, digging into my abs. “Yours. Only yours.”
“I’m going to fill you up, princess, then I’m going to fuck you again.
” I moved back, off the bed, flipping her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up until she was on all fours, and sliding back inside.
Her moan as she arched her back made my balls tighten.
One hand tangled into her hair, relishing the feeling of the knotted, damp strands in my fist. I pulled her head back, just as I lowered my hips and really started to pick up the pace. “You take my cock so well, mate.”
Rowen’s hips moved against mine. She managed to somehow move her legs further apart, sinking back onto me even more. “I need to come.”
My teeth bit into her shoulder. “When I say so,” I growled into her ear. “Only when I say so.”
She tried to defy me, tried to move her body quicker, chasing the release as if she thought I would allow it. I pushed her down onto the bed, my hand flat between her shoulder blades, my other hand sliding between her legs, rubbing her where she needed me.
“Oh Goddess,” she moaned, voice heavy with need. “Wolfe—”
My body curled over hers, pressing into her, pushing her into the mattress. I pinched her clit as my hips slammed into her one more time, my cum filling her, my teeth in her neck at our binding mark, reclaiming her as she screamed her release beneath me.
Mine. Always mine.
I could feel my heart beating in my head, thumping, as I caught my breath back.