Chapter 26
DEEP IN THE FOREST
LUKE
Nia's body presses against mine and her fingers run through my fur. I may as well be purring and when she hooks her thigh over me I know I'm gone.
And then the fog of sleep lifts and it dawns on me that Nia's sleeping with Lawson.
I'm watching this through his eyes and he's thrilled. His tail wags and his ears prick up as his eyes brighten to the morning light. He wasn't this fucking keen last night, not when he had to apologize for being a cunt.
My wolf found himself caught between the abject misery of not sleeping with Nia and the ignominy of accepting responsibility for his shitty behavior. He huffed and puffed about it and finally decided that letting Nia have her moment would let him get his.
And she saw right through it and made him apologize properly. He hated it and that was the moment I fell irrevocably in love with her.
Now, they're content to hold each other, and Nia cuddles in, enjoying the soft warmth of Lawson's fur.
“Told you she'd like the comfort.”
“Told you she needed a proper apology.” I shake my head. “You were a complete cunt.”
“As were you, and you didn’t apologize for being a wanker.”
I roll my eyes and try to avoid stiffening in case it disturbs Nia as she rests against us.
“Nia needed it,” I huff.
“Lyall needed it,” Lawson growls back.
Nia stirs and I tell Lawson exactly what I think of him for disturbing her much-needed rest. She was brave enough to make the choice she needed to last night, drawing her line in the sand and laying some of the ghosts that haunt her to rest. I’m not na?ve enough to believe that it’ll be so simple and I know the mind and body keep score of the damage done to them.
Nia’s racked up quite the count, and we’re going to have more dreadful moments in the weeks and years ahead.
Her head lifts off the mattress and she rests it on Lawson’s chest.
My wolf rolls over as she adjusts herself and I stare dumbfounded, surprised Lawson’s being this soft. He’s never been gentle and he certainly isn’t the type to curl up next to anyone, but he’s enjoying every single moment of this.
“It’s different,” he growls, “she’s our mate.”
He’s fucking right. Nia and Lyall are the other half of our souls and they’re nothing like any of the other girls we’ve fucked. They’re special and their presence is a goddamn gift that we’re going to protect and I’ll be damned if I let her go.
“Morning,” she whispers, stretching against my wolf.
Lawson drops his head and nuzzles into her, rubbing his cold, wet nose all over her back.
My temper flares as he pushes his luck and instead of shrieking and moving away, Nia giggles and clings tighter.
It’s a good sign, and maybe Nia’s beginning to trust Lawson in the way I want her to.
In the way we need her to, if the four of us are going to become inseparable
“I know what I’m doing, Luke.”
Nia’s not the only one who’s going to have to learn to trust her wolf, and Lawson proves his point by rubbing his jaw all over her.
My girl snuggles in closer and sighs loudly, completely content and her happiness is all I feel in our bond.
She groans as Lawson nibbles her upper back, and he’s damn careful, paying attention to every twitch of every muscle and every sigh that slips out of her perfect mouth.
“I’m going to shower,” she says, her hand stroking Lawson’s fur.
He rolls again and lets his tongue fall out his mouth, panting like a fucking labrador who’s getting his tummy rubbed. Lawson’s whipped and Nia’s fingers send him into a state of ecstasy as she pets him and my wolf can’t contemplate being anywhere else.
Nia giggles as she stands, showing us her ass and the trail of color marking her back.
Her mark runs down her spine and spreads across her shoulders, sweeping onto her collarbones at the front.
The curls of its lines blend with the moons and stars that mark her as my Luna, and the flowers and animals that adorn it are stunning.
Its colors are unlike anything I’ve ever seen and the purples, blues and silvers make me proud, knowing I gave it to her.
“Such a good boy.”
Lawson sits up and waits, watching our mate saunter to the bathroom like he’s a well-trained pet. His tail wags and he pants, practically begging Nia to give him more attention.
“Fucking hell, Lawson. Grow some balls.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining when she was cuddling against you.”
I turn my head and snarl, demanding he give me back control. Nia wants to learn to shift and she’ll need talking through it. Admittedly, we could do it through our bond but it’ll be a damn sight less stressful for her if I’m in my human form.
A quick change while she’s showering might reassure her this won’t hurt.
It’s a lie, at least until her body becomes accustomed to it, and I’ll gladly tell her it if it’ll help her overcome her fear.
I’m damn sure that’s what’s holding her back and Lyall seems more than strong enough to push through the transformation.
My bones snap and my tendons rearrange themselves as Lawson lets us change, letting me lead as he returns to the shadows.
He’ll want more time with Lyall when she can change and I’ll be content to enjoy them racing through the woods.
I’ll be less happy enduring them fucking but at least I’ll get to experience their pleasure.
Nia emerges from the bathroom, pulling on a comfy pair of sweats that hides her gorgeous body. My girl’s going to get used to wearing less than that around me, but today we’re going to the woods and she needs to relax.
This won’t be easy.
She’s going to struggle and she’ll probably cry.
It’ll hurt me almost as much as it hurts her.
I’m not sure I know how to help my mate learn to shift.
She’s supposed to know how to do this and it’s a massive problem that she doesn’t.
I’ll want to protect her and if the pain gets too much then I’ll have to stop myself from rushing in to protect her.
If she doesn’t try hard enough, I’ll lose my shit with her, and the line between the two gets fucking thin fucking quickly.
Quite frankly, I don’t know if I walk this path.
I pull my joggers over my briefs and Nia looks at me, nervous but excited. Her eyes shimmer with absolute faith and my girl’s decided I’m going to be the one that makes this okay. I love her trust and I’m hiding my doubts, blocking them from her before they affect her confidence.
“Breakfast.”
She glares at me and I insist. Nia still needs to gain some strength and she’ll do better if she’s eaten. This will be exhausting and she’ll need every calorie she can consume, and I lead her to the kitchen, ignoring her pouts as she eats a full breakfast.
Nia looks victorious as she swallows the last bite and I contemplate hauling her over my shoulder or fucking her on the counter. My girl grins and shakes her head.
“We have to do something other than fuck.”
We do.
But we’ll be doing it in addition to fucking.
She’s got another thing coming if she thinks I’m going to let her pussy rest and Nia blushes, squirming as she catches my thoughts.
The way she shifts her weight tells me that her clit is throbbing at the mere suggestion before I catch her scent changing, leaving me in no doubt that she’s down to fuck.
“Nia,” I growl.
“We’ll fuck later,” she pleads, backing away as I stalk toward her.
“We’re fucking now, pretty girl.”
“We’re fucking later, Luke.” Her hand wraps around the door handle. “This is more important.”
I shake my head and her hand turns the knob.
“I mean it, Luke.”
“I’m going to fuck you if I catch you, Nia.” I press my hands onto the kitchen counter, using the island as a barrier to hold myself at bay. “Run, Nia. I won’t be gentle and I won’t stop until you're bred.”
Her lips part and a flash of fear shoots through her silver irises. Nia’s fear is intoxicating and I’m already high, craving every drop of her terror. It sends a bolt of excitement to my dick and my arousal’s building so fast that my girl’s in trouble if she doesn’t get moving.
Nia nods and runs, slamming the door behind her.
Fuck, I want her cunt.
I’m going to shove my cock into it so hard it breaks her, and then I’ll fuck her until she feels my dick at the back of her throat.
That girl is going to cry and scream and strangle my cock as she begs for mercy and loses her mind in pleasure, and I’m not going to stop.
I’m never going to stop. I’m going to fuck her until she can’t take anymore and then I’ll fuck her again to teach her a lesson.
I close my eyes and count, imagining the ways I’m going to ruin my girl when I finally catch up with her.
Fuck, my cock is dripping.
Fuck, Nia’s shrieking with excitement.
Fuck, she’s heading out of the house and straight into the woods. The dark waits for us, its sound a call from deep in the forest.
She’s in so much trouble and I stalk through the kitchen, breaking into a run as I head along the corridor.
I’m far too keen to put any shoes on and I step into the damp, chilly Montana morning ready to hunt my goddamn mate down.
The air is filled with the smell of earth and sex, and Nia’s scent is like a goddamn drug.
“I’m faster,” Lawson growls, eager to chase Nia.
“No way, Lawson. The girl’s mine. You can fuck her wolf later.”
I sprint, tearing through the garden and heading into the woods. Nia’s not been careful and she’s left ample evidence behind her, breaking branches in her rush to get away. It’s a shame it’s all in vain but she struggles so beautifully and soon I’m going to have her straining on my cock.
Damn, I need to find her.
And fast.
My feet fly over the ground as my arms swing my weight forward, propelling me into an even quicker pace. My lungs burn and I don’t give a shit, responding only to the throbbing in my dick as it begs me to find Nia’s cunt.