Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Alfie listened intently while Myla talked, weaving stories of a sweet childhood, surrounded by people who loved her.
His own life had been like that at the start, but being a shifter could be dangerous and unpredictable, and he’d lost everyone who loved him.
When there had been no one to keep him in his old pack, and he’d tired of his alpha using his tracking skills to do harm, he’d ventured to New Jersey to join up with Joss’s pack.
He never would have done that, never would have been in the same state as his soulmate, if things hadn’t gone terribly wrong when he was younger.
There were things he wished were different about his past, but being here with Myla was worth the heartache that had paved the way.
And somewhere in the great beyond, his family was smiling down on him now.
Myla had grown quiet after a while, and Alfie curled up around her, resting his head on her knee. She absently stroked his head, humming a tune he didn’t know.
As the time wore down, and he could feel his ability to return to human coming back to him, he eased away from her and stretched, giving her arm a swish with his tail.
She giggled and turned to watch him.
He let go of his wolf, four legs returning to two, fur receding, his wolf saying goodbye to their soulmate with a soft growl. Alfie rolled his shoulders as he rose to his feet and looked down at his sweetheart.
Her eyes darkened and the sweet scent of her arousal spiked in the air.
“What is that?” she whispered intently.
Surely, she wasn’t talking about his dick?
“Um, what?” he asked.
“That smell. It’s…the woods at night, fall and bonfires. It smells incredible.”
“That’s what my wolf smells like to you,” he said. He dropped to his knees in front of her, his erection straining, his wolf wanting to come right back out to spend more time with her.
“I thought it was cologne,” she said, rising to her knees and pulling off her sweater, wearing only her bra underneath. His brows rose as she cupped her breasts with a groan. “I’m on fire for you, Alfie. I want to be yours.”
“You are mine,” he said, smoothing his hands up her sides, his thumbs brushing against the soft lace of her bra.
“No, I mean for real. Like Joss and Jeanie said.”
“You want me to mark you?”
“Yes.”
“That’s a bite, Myla. On your neck.”
She scooted forward, their bodies bumping. “I think you’ll make me feel good first. I want you, Alfie. I know the truth now, I understand why you were keeping part of yourself from me. Now I want all of you. And I want you to have all of me.”
His fingers pressed lightly into her skin and he lowered his head, brushing his lips over hers. “You’re mine and I’m yours, Myla. There’s no going back after the marking. It’s a wedding ring that can’t be taken off.”
She shivered, her eyes darkening even more, to the most beautiful shade of brown he’d ever seen. “Yes.”
He kissed her, slipping his hands around to her back to pull her against him. She moaned softly, her fingers moving over his shoulders and up into his hair to tilt his head for a deeper kiss. He gave it to her, pouring out all his feelings into the kiss.
The one that mattered. Because it was the start of everything for them.
“I love you,” he said against her lips, a growl of agreement echoing in his head.
“I love you too.”
He stood and pulled her to her feet, undoing her bra and pulling it from her to drop it to the floor. He unfastened her jeans and pushed them and her panties down her legs, dropping kisses down the center of her body as he helped her strip fully.
As he settled on his knees, he stared up the length of her body, meeting her gaze as he cupped her hips and moved closer to her.
Leaning forward, he kissed the space under her navel, then worked his way to her clit, wiggling his tongue over the sensitive bud.
She fisted his hair with a soft moan of encouragement, tilting her hips forward to meet him.
He caught the scent of her arousal deepening, and knew she was close. He moved back as she lowered herself to the blankets, leaning back onto her elbows and spreading her legs wide for him. “So perfectly mine, Myla,” he said, his voice deep with his own arousal.
Sliding his hands down her thighs, he leaned in and tongued her core, licking at her heat and the sweet taste of her while he played with her clit and found just the right spot that made her breath hitch.
Pressing two fingers inside her slowly, he closed his lips around her clit and sucked, flicking his tongue over the sensitive spot.
Her pussy clutched his fingers as her back arched off the blankets and she climaxed.
He crawled up her body, kissing his way to her neck, thrusting home inside her with one hard press. She gasped as he filled her, and he pressed his head against hers for a moment before he pulled out and thrust in again.
He straightened his arms and caught her gaze, holding it as he took her hard and fast. She dug her nails into his biceps, curling her legs around his waist as she held onto him. His own orgasm tingled at the base of his spine, but he pushed back, not wanting to come just yet.
He pulled from her sweet heat and kissed her, then rolled her to her belly and hauled her up to her knees.
“Yes!” she cried out as he thrust into her again, squeezing her hips and holding her right where he wanted her.
He tilted her hips more, angling his thrusts until she tossed her head back and cried out his name, while he pounded into her, over and over.
When he felt she was close, and he was barely holding on himself, he pulled her upper body up against his, his arm underneath her breasts, and pressed his fingers to her clit.
Her body jolted with pleasure as she cried out again, and this time, as she crested another great height of pleasure, he sank his fangs into her neck, rubbing her clit to keep the pleasure going as long as possible.
He followed her into pleasure, his cock spasming over and over.
He extracted his fangs and nicked his tongue, wiping the blood into the marks to ensure they scarred.
He howled his happiness until his voice cracked, and then wrapped his arms around her fully and kissed her neck, under the place where he’d marked her, his wolf humming in happiness that she was truly theirs.
Marked and mated.
“Mine,” he whispered.
She turned in his arms, her eyes shining brightly with emotion. “I freaking love you, Alfie. You’re mine too.”
“I freaking love you too, sweetheart.”
He sat back on the blankets and she settled against him as they both came down from the heavens. He’d never experienced anything like that before in his life. Myla was truly a sweet and special female.
And all his.
When the afterglow had faded, and they’d both yawned numerous times, they dressed, turned off the heater, and braced to walk out into the cold night.
“You’ll stay with me tonight, right?” he asked, taking her hand and opening the maintenance shed door.
“Do you think you could give me two orgasms like that and I wouldn’t want to stay all night with you?” she asked with a laugh.
He grinned, his wolf preening like a peacock.
“So that’s a yes, I take it?”
He turned on his phone’s flashlight so they could see the ground ahead of them as they walked to the gate back into the park from the paddock. “Hell yes.”
“Looking for round two?” he asked. He opened the gate and let her out, then closed it firmly.
“At the very least,” she said. “Two, three…however many my sweet wolf has in store for me.”
“As many as you want.”
“All of them. All of you.”
“You got it.”
They made their way to the apartment at the back of the park.
He wished he could take her down to his house in the wolves’ private living area, but at least he had a place to take her.
It wasn’t home yet, that would come after they met with the alphas in the morning, but for now it was home for them.
A place where they could fall asleep together and wake up together.
After he rocked her world a few more times.
“Thank you,” she said, as the apartment came into view.
“For what, sweetheart?”
“For sharing the truth with me. For making me feel so loved and cherished.”
“You are,” he said. “I wish I could have told you everything from the beginning, but I’m glad I was able to tell you now.”
“I liked seeing you as a wolf.” Once they were inside the apartment, she said, “So the whole full moon thing isn’t real? You can just be a wolf whenever you want?”
“We’re drawn to the full moon. We like to have ceremonies on the full moon, and we usually all get together as a pack and shift, running around in the paddock on that night. But we aren’t forced to shift because it happens to be a full moon. That’s fiction.”
“It would be tough if you couldn’t control it.”
“Definitely.”
She opened her mouth, closed it, then said, “I have a lot of questions. But I want to cash in one of those orgasms.”
“Just one?” he asked with a wolfy growl.
“To start.”
She toed off her boots, winked, and darted to the bedroom. “Hurry up, or I’ll start without you!”
“Hell no,” he said with a laugh, stripping as he stalked toward her in the bedroom, ready for round two.