42. Kate
Isomehow made it into the shower despite my legs feeling like jelly. Kane followed, and I almost asked him to go to the lodge to clean himself up. I needed a reprieve, but we were filthy from him and his wolf’s need for primal play with their mates.
It’s not like I didn’t enjoy being chased. I did, and now, that might become a morning routine. I also didn’t stop him when he got down on his knees in the shower, his tongue eliciting another release from my body. Kane ordered me to come, and boy, did my pussy obey like a submissive bitch.
At the rate we’re fucking, I’m not wholly sure it’ll remain possible to take the wolf pup growing inside of me to term. But what the hell do I know? It’s not like I had a mother or anyone to explain this shit to me. Annalise wants to be that person. I know she does, but I’m not there yet. I can’t even bring myself to call her Mom, even though I’ve seen her daily since waking up in Kane’s bed following my return. She hangs out with me more so than Trez and Jagger. She keeps me company. She’s trying hard without it coming off that way.
“I need you to put some clothes on before I stick my dick in you again.”
I turn away from the bathroom mirror, seeing Kane standing in the doorway, mostly dressed, wearing dark jeans and worn work boots, looking relaxed. I can feel his renewed strength through our bond, and it calms me for whatever reason to know Kane is back to himself again.
I just finished brushing my teeth and drying my hair. Now that we’re into July and Kane doesn’t have air conditioning in the cabin, it’s time I move into the lodge. It’s only been daylight for an hour, but it’s already stiflingly hot.
“My vagina, my ass, and my throat need a break from you, so that isn’t happening,” I say, my voice lacking any sort of authority.
And Kane wants me to believe I’m a Luna wolf.
Yeah, okay, sure. I can’t even tell him no and actually mean it. I’m starting to second guess if it’s even possible that alpha power runs through my veins. Maybe my eyes having the ability to glow the color of a blood moon is actually because I’m pulling on Kane’s abilities through our fated mate bond.
Kane snorts a laugh, pulling me out of my thoughts as he steps toward me with purpose, a smirk firmly in place on his handsome face.
Rolling my hips, I turn fully around, my back facing the mirror with my lower back pressed against the edge of the vanity. Kane stops in front of me, his legs spread. Leaning into me, his arms cage around my sides when he places his hands on the edge of the counter next to my hips.
“I’ll give you a reprieve if that’s what you need, but I don’t think your pussy would agree.”
“I think I know my pussy better than you do. There’s a closed sign hanging down there. Wanna check?”
He arches a brow, then Kane shakes his head, his amusement boring into my eyes a breath before his hands move with shifter speed, going under my armpits and lifting my feet off the floor. My bare ass is placed on top of the counter, toward the back.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I lean against the mirror, the glass cool on my feverish flesh.
“You told me to inspect,” he quips as he wraps his fingers around my ankle and brings one foot atop the flat surface while spreading my legs at the same time.
“I-I can go get dressed now.” I gasp, sucking in a lungful of air as Kane’s amber stare flicks to my center. His tongue darts out, licking his lips. A low growl rumbles around me and the need to clench my thighs together is my undoing. “Ah,” I moan out.
Kane’s eyes travel slowly back to mine. “Me and your pussy are best friends. No one knows her like I do. In fact, your clit looks slightly swollen with need, baby. Should I handle that?”
“No,” I say too breathy. “You should not, and no, it isn’t.” It so is, and it throbs. Then my claws elongate, giving me away. My hips flex, moving in his direction on their own.
“Come on, Kate,” he says, remnants of a whine in his tone. “I brushed my teeth earlier, and now I don’t have you on my tongue anymore. Come on, baby, just one more taste. One more release for my pretty little mate’s pussy. Don’t you want your scent all over me if someone comes into the shop?”
Fire shoots through my eyes, roaring to life, and I know they’re flashing the color of the prettiest moon I’ve ever seen: a blood moon. The symbol of Kane’s pack. My pack.
But… is he goading me? Trying to make me jealous?
I bare my teeth.
“There’s my Luna.” His lips spread into a sinister grin while he brings my other foot to the countertop. His hands roam up my inner thighs, stopping at the top and applying a bit of pressure, holding me in place. “We both know you need your pussy licked, so let me oblige, mate.”
My agreement is on the tip of my tongue when I feel the wetness between my legs streaming out of me. Kane’s nostrils flare, his eyes flashing brilliantly, then snap to my center.
“Already making a mess, baby. It’s like ice melting in sheets you’re so drenched, and I’m dying of fucking thirst. You can either be a good girl and let me clean up your needy mess for you, or you can be a bad girl and deny us both what we need.” His eyes come back to mine as his palms massage my inner thighs, making me drip more just by touching me tenderly despite the threat I can already feel he’s about to drop. “But if you choose the latter, then I’ll have no choice but to yank you down from there and make you clean this mess up yourself.” The corners of his lips tip upward. “And as much as I’d enjoy watching you lick yourself up from the counter, I’d much rather get you off.”
“Uh-huh.” It’s all I can say as I swallow the whimper trying to escape my throat. My heels press against the counter, using it as leverage to rock my butt, my eyes begging him to give me what he’s offering.
“Uh-huh, I can eat you out?” He pauses, his head tilting, but I’m already nodding when he continues. “Or uh-huh, you want me to manhandle you and make you lick the counter clean?”
My head doesn’t stop saying yes to both options. Why in the hell does he make the latter sound so hot? I’m pretty sure I’m sitting in a puddle of my own need.
“Fucking hell, you’re so perfect. Dirty and perfect.” His hands glide agonizingly slow until his thumbs find my pussy lips, and he spreads them apart. “I’m going to tongue fuck this pretty perfect cunt, and then I’m going to try not to fuck that dirty mouth of yours. My dick is so hard it hurts. And when I tell you to come, I’d suggest obeying your alpha’s orders. But while I’m licking”—his thumbs slide into me at the same time—“I need you to be quiet.”
“Why?”
His short, thick digits rock in and out of me. Kane lowers himself, going to his knees and pulling me to the edge of the vanity.
God, that feels good, but I need his head between my legs like I need air to breathe. He makes me so needy for him, for this. For anything that he’ll give me.
“Your dad is here. Eli and I are already on the brink of a fight. I don’t want to have to put him in his place today.” His breath fans my center, warm at first, but then the space turns cold. “At least not when I have his daughter’s scent all over my face and inside my mouth.”
Kane attacks my pussy before I can reply, just as someone knocks on the door.
It takes a lot of effort not to cry out.
He repositions his hands, but his thumbs remain going in and out at a steady pace as he laps at my clit. My back arches, the top of my head rocking against the mirror. My hands find his hair, the strands pulled up in a half bun where the ends of his dirty-blond hair sticks out the bottom of the ponytail.
The friction that Kane’s beard provides against my overheated wanton flesh is almost as satisfying as the pleasure his tongue and fingers are gifting me. He’s never shaving that thing off.
A moan sneaks out of my mouth, so I clamp down on my bottom lip, ignoring thoughts of anyone else who may be standing outside as another orgasm shudders through me, wrecking me in the best way possible.
At some point, my eyelids shut, and they’re still closed, enjoying the after-bliss as my mate gently pulls me off the bathroom counter, my feet softly landing on the cool tiled floor.
When I open my eyes, my head tilted back, Kane is watching me with an easy smile on his face.
“Thank you,” I say, returning his grin.
“Your pleasure is my pleasure. You never have to thank me, but you are welcome, beautiful.” He cradles my face and dips his, placing a soft kiss against my lips. “Now, I have to get out of here before I say, fuck it, and stop caring that we have an audience. Meet me at the body shop in one hour.”
“What’s happening in one hour?”
“I’m going to fuck you on the hood of a car.”
“Sounds counterproductive. Won’t it get bent and dented the way we fuck?”
He smirks at my remark.
“Good thing there’s nothing I can’t fix when it comes to automobiles. One hour, Kate. If I have to come find you, I’m fucking your ass without mercy this time instead of your tight, sweet cunt.”
I roll my eyes, but Kane pulls my body to him, my rounded stomach feeling just how much he needs a release of his own.
“You’re such a fucking temptation.” Kane’s head shakes. “Put some clothes on, and maybe, if you’re feeling nice, listen to whatever Elijah wants to say but do not let him or anyone else tell you what happened yesterday was wrong or that it wasn’t your right to take a life. It was, and if he or anyone has a problem with that, they can take it up with me—their alpha.”
“Kane,” I start to reason, but he shuts me up with one look.
“One hour. I’ll have more than my dick ready to feed you, mate.”