Chapter 11 #2
There was nowhere else I wanted to be. He added two fingers, fucking me in slow, deliberate strokes, then curling them to press against that spot inside that nobody else had ever found. My brain scrambled. My body went hot and cold and hot again. I knew I was dripping as I floated, weightless.
He pressed his tongue hard against my clit and fucked me with his hand, his fingers relentless in and out of me, and when the orgasm hit, it ripped through me like a tidal wave. The chains of the swing jerked when my stomach contracted. I cried out, loud and raw, and the echo bounced off the walls.
He didn’t stop. He kept going, dragging the aftershocks out until I was shivering, my legs jelly and my hands numb from clutching the straps.
When he finally let go, he stood and wiped his mouth, a satisfied gleam in his eyes. “That’s one,” he said.
I heard the zipper of his jeans as he removed them.
I hung there in the swing, my clit pulsing with the beats of my heart.
I remembered the stretch of his cock, and I tingled in anticipation of feeling it again.
He lifted my hips, my upper back supported by the padded strap.
Then he lined himself up and slid into me in one long, slow thrust. The angle was perfect—he hit every nerve ending at once, and the fullness was so much I almost blacked out.
He grabbed the swing’s side chains, using them to pull me onto his cock again and again, each time harder, each time deeper. The swing creaked, and my breath came in little animal pants.
“God, you feel fucking fantastic. You were made for me.”
He fucked me for what felt like hours. At one point, I came again, this time so fast and so bright I couldn’t see for a few seconds. He kept going, relentless, until finally, with a growl, he came inside me, his hands tight on my hips.
He stayed inside for a moment, then pulled out and spun me. He kissed me gently, cradling my head against his chest.
“Breathe, little bird,” he said, and stroked my hair.
I did. Slowly, the world stitched itself back together.
He unstrapped me and carried me to the bed that sat in the corner of the room. Gently, he laid me down and caressed my face. “You handled everything so amazingly for your first time, Wren. Are you okay?”
I saw the look of concern on his face. “That was everything I didn’t know I needed.”
He tipped my chin up and kissed me, slow and deep. I tasted myself on his tongue, the flavor sharp and dark, and something in me purred at the knowledge. He tasted like sex and coffee and a kind of dangerous, elemental joy I’d never felt before. The world went soft at the edges.
He sat with his back against the headboard and pulled me up my back against his chest. He stroked my hair with one hand, the other drawing slow circles on my thigh. I breathed in the scent of him and let the silence fill me up.
When he spoke, it was so soft I almost missed it.
“I didn’t like you for a long time, you know.”
I twisted, looking up at him. “What?”
He shrugged, face blank. “Not you. The idea of you. The possibility.” He worked his jaw, looking anywhere but in my eyes.
“You were this… thing that haunted me. I’d see you running around the compound after your parents died, after you’d graduated from high school and were attending junior college.
You were too small and too reckless, and I’d think she’s going to get herself killed. ”
I felt the laugh before I heard it. “You weren’t wrong,” I said.
He ran a finger along my jaw, the touch gentle, almost reverent. “But then I started watching you. Not in a creepy way—”
I snorted. “That’s a lie.”
He grinned, then sobered. “I saw you grow up. Saw how you took care of your asshole brother. Saw how you never gave up, even when you were alone. And I thought maybe you were stronger than I knew. Maybe you were just built different.”
I tried to reply, but my throat went tight.
He leaned down, brushed his lips against my forehead. “I want to claim you, Parker. Want to give you my mark, my knot. But I… I just can’t. Not yet.”
I rolled onto my side, facing him, and let my hand rest on his chest, right over his heart. “You don’t owe me anything.”
He looked at me, really looked, and I saw the wolf come up behind his eyes—hungry, wild, and finally, finally, mine.
“Fuck Wren. It’s not about owing you. Don’t you feel it? You’re my mate,” he said, voice rough as broken glass. “You’re mine. I know it as much as I know anything.”
My heart stuttered, then restarted at double-time.
“Tell me you’ve felt it,” he said, barely above a whisper.
I nodded, unable to trust my voice.
“Say it,” he said, his breath fanning over my lips.
“I know it’s true, and I understand.” I said.
“I want it. I want your mark. I also understand that it’s too soon to make such a big move.
We’ve only been back in each other’s lives for a few days, really.
It doesn’t matter that we’ve known each other forever.
And I’m starting with a deficit the size of Texas.
I know I have to earn your trust. I hate it has to be like this.
That I made it like this. But I swear I’ll make you proud of me.
Prove myself to you and Bronc and the pack. ”
The weight of the day pressed against my ribs, but Wrecker’s hands—rough and steady—anchored me. His thumb brushed the curve of my cheekbone, tracing the tears I hadn’t realized I’d shed.
“You’re not alone in this,” he said, voice roughened by emotion, yet softer than I’d ever heard it.
“Not anymore. Every step you take, I’m taking it with you.
Greenbriar’s days are numbered, Parker. We’ll burn their pack to the ground, together.
” His palm settled over my racing heart, as if he could imprint the promise straight into my pulse.
“But when the ash settles… we can start to build something better. Something ours.”
A shuddering breath escaped me. His words weren’t just vows—they were a lifeline. “And after?” I whispered, the question trembling between us.
Wrecker’s smile was a slow, dangerous thing, edged with tenderness. “After?” He leaned in, his lips grazing my temple, lingering like a sealed oath. “There’ll be time. Time for me to claim you properly. To make sure the whole damned world knows you’re mine.”
The truth of it thrummed in my veins, fierce and sure. For the first time, the future didn’t feel like a shadow—it felt like a dawn waiting to break. I pressed my forehead to his, our breaths mingling. “Together,” I echoed.
“Now.” He got up and held out his hand for me. “I think you have a puppy dog who’d probably like to be fed.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled myself out of bed. “Fuck! I’m a terrible dog mom! I should have brought him with me, but I didn’t know I’d be here so long!”
“Hey, calm down, Wren. It’s not as late as you think. It’s not even 5:00.”
That was a relief. That was usually when he ate. Dinner would only be a little late.
I raced up the stairs and grabbed my bag then headed for the door. I gave him a kiss as I headed for my car. “Thank for today, Eli. It was amazing.”
“Call me as soon as you get home.”
Wow, I guess someone gave two shits about me, after all.