Chapter Twenty-Three #2
His thick arms folded over mine. “Ty has always been the carefree one.
Nothing brings him down. To see him heartbroken hurt me, but I'd prefer it to this.” He turned in my arms to face me.
“Agwusi isn't just crazy, she's also dangerous. Ty is trying to save her and us, but what if she hurts him for it?”
“I don't think she will.” I laid my hand over his heart. “She walked away before. Even if he disagrees with her, she won't hurt him. You saw them together. They fought, but she never struck him. It never got violent. I think he may break through to her.”
“And then what? He can't bring Agwusi home. My father will never accept her.” He grimaced. “I won't either. Not after all she's done. So where does that leave him? A lone wolf forever? That will kill Ty. He needs his pack.”
“That's for him to decide. We have to let the people we love make their own decisions, even if those decisions are mistakes.
And maybe it won't be a mistake for Ty. Only he knows what will make him happy.” I stepped back and took Trevor's hand.
“You saw him without her. Maybe being a lone wolf will be better than not having her. Love is a powerful thing. You gave up having a mate to yourself for me.”
“I did, and I don't regret it.” He smiled, but then his expression went blank.
“Trevor?”
“Love!” He squeezed my hand. “Can't you break their love?”
“Yes, Fenrir already asked me to. But, honey-eyes, it's a terrible betrayal.
That's why I didn't do it before, when he was heartbroken.
I'd need his approval, and I didn't know how to ask.” I cupped his cheek.
“Ty has a right to his love.” He could have asked me to remove his feelings for Agwusi, but he didn't. That tells me he wants to keep them, even if it hurts.”
“He only thinks that now.” Trevor drew me to the bed and sat down, bringing his head closer to the level of mine. “If you took his love for her away, he'd be relieved. He'd be able to see how toxic it was. Vervain, please, do this for me.”
Standing before him, I felt my heart shudder.
How could I say no? Trevor rarely asked for anything.
Ty was his brother. I could indeed remove the very thing that was hurting them both.
But it would compromise my ethics. I had saved the Love Magic from Aphrodite's poisonous influence and returned it to its original state.
It had been happy to find sanctuary in me.
Could I betray Ty and Love by doing this?
For Trevor? Absolutely. I'd go dark again for him.
Dark.
I looked down at my hands, remembering the pull of darkness. Had that been me or that God? Was he threatening me?
“Vervain, please.”
I met Trevor's gaze. “All right. The next time we find him, I'll break his love for her.”
“Thank you, minn elska.” Trevor pulled me into his arms, snuggling me between his thighs, and buried his face in my neck. “Thank you.”
I held him with one hand and stroked his hair with the other. “Anything for you, honey-eyes. Just be prepared for the consequences.”
He looked up at me. “I'll tell Ty it was my doing. Don't worry, I won't let him blame you.” Then he slid his hand around the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss.
Ty's anger wasn't the only consequence that concerned me, but I wasn't about to tell Trevor that.
I let my worries go, and our kiss turned into something more passionate.
But even though we writhed and moaned, Trevor didn't lay me down on the bed.
Instead, he drew out of our kiss to nuzzle my neck.
Smiling, I opened my arms. It had been a while since my wolf had marked me.
Not painfully. This was Froekn scent-marking.
Sort of like what a cat does, except times ten and very sexual.
His cock hardened in seconds and nudged against my thigh as he rubbed his face down my collarbone to my chest. With happy sounds, Trevor nestled between my breasts and then coated them with his scent, pausing several times to suck and lick.
All of this slow attention brought my wolf to the surface, and my body to zinging awareness.
I arched against Trevor, supported by his hands on my back, while my nerve endings tingled.
His magic tickled me as his scent sank into my skin.
My body tightened in need. I grabbed his broad shoulders and climbed onto his lap.
But that wasn't a good position for scent-marking.
I got thirty seconds of rubbing our centers together before Trevor lifted me off his lap and laid me down on the bed.
My body opened to him, arms and legs spreading wide.
Trevor growled playfully and bent over me, his nose tracing a path down my ribs before he rubbed his face into my belly.
But his face wasn't the only place that carried his scent.
As he nuzzled my belly, he shifted against my legs and swept his hands over my breasts. Then he pushed himself lower.
I cried out as my werewolf prince nuzzled my sex.
Hot with need, I grabbed his head and held him to me, urging him to do more.
Chuckling, Trevor licked up my center and then settled in to do a more thorough job.
I shuddered and exploded in seconds, my body primed.
As I came beneath him, Trevor got to his knees and rolled me onto my belly.
It felt as if an hour passed as he moved atop me, rubbing his body over mine.
He nuzzled and touched every inch of me until I was shivering in need once more.
Then, at last, Trevor helped me up onto my hands and knees.
Sweeping his hands down my back, he growled.
The sound vibrated through me and nearly brought me over.
But I needed more. Even when his hands slid under to knead my breasts, I didn't climax.
Trevor's hands moved lower—over my belly, and between my legs.
With a few rubs, my husband discovered how ready I was.
He stroked me anyway, delighting in my sounds of pleasure.
With growls of lust and love, Trevor drew his hands down to my ass and spread me. He paused, taking his time to appreciate the view, and I looked over my shoulder to watch the fire take him. Trevor licked his lips before releasing one cheek to grab his cock. Meeting my gaze, he guided himself home.
“Trevor!” I shouted, enjoying our privacy to the fullest.
He grabbed my hips and began a steady thrusting. Trevor's panting became rough; his thrusts wild. I looked back again to find him staring at me with glowing eyes.
Wolf had taken over.
Normally, I'd be upset that Wolf slid into a moment like this without my knowing.
But I understood why he was there. This was Trevor's wild side.
His primal alpha. Wolf protected Trevor when things got too painful.
He also needed time with his mate. Scent-marking got him as excited as it got me.
And, when it came down to it, Wolf was still Trevor.
“Mate,” Wolf growled and dropped onto me. With his hands on either side of mine on the bed, he held himself up while still covering me. Body bowed, he pumped deep, and nuzzled his face into my hair. Wolf's low, rumbling, deep voice slid into my ear. “Here, you are all mine, mate. Do you remember?”
I knew he was referring to his first appearance.
It was here that he had risen in Trevor and taken over, allowing my husband to give in to the primal instincts he'd been suppressing.
Wolf had kept me with him in that very room until I got pregnant.
It was how we got Vero—our truth. Yes, we had conceived our son in the wildest, most primitive way.
I was glad for it. Without Wolf, I may have waited years before agreeing to have a baby with Trevor.
“Of course, I remember.” I bucked him off me, and as he flopped onto his back in shock, I straddled him. His glowing eyes widened as he watched me take his cock in hand and then slide onto it. “You need to remember that I'm no beta. I only played the role to satisfy you.”
Hands on his chest, I rode Wolf hard. His hands went to my waist and clutched me tightly as he grinned. Even alpha wolves like their mates to show some teeth.
“I don't want a lesser wolf,” he said.
“Neither do I.” I bent forward to kiss him, something that once made Wolf nervous.
Wolves don't kiss. They may lick at each other's faces, or nuzzle, but they don't kiss as people do.
Of course, they don't. They're wolves. How would they even manage it?
At first, Wolf was baffled by the act. Sex wasn't a problem, but kissing?
He didn't see the point. But it was a person-thing, and Wolf wanted to experience everything people do.
It took him a while to get the hang of it, but once he did, he excelled quickly.
With talent came pleasure, and kissing became more than a path to orgasm for him.
It was something that could be enjoyed before, during, and after the main event—an extension of pleasure.
Taking my face in his hands, Wolf lapped at my tongue and then flicked it. His mouth went soft as he moved it against mine, and then his hand moved away to clutch my back. Wolf musk enveloped us, and with a quick movement, he flipped me onto my back, still kissing me.
When he had me spread beneath him, Wolf lifted his head and watched my face as he entered me. “I love you.”
My eyebrows rose. Wolf didn't say that often.
“I love you too, Wolf.”
He grunted, satisfied with my answer, and sped up. Chuckling, I grabbed his shoulders and held on. His declaration made sense then—he wanted me to know he cared before he took me like an animal. Because he knew I needed that, as I knew he needed a wild mating. To be honest, so did I.
Only after the roars and screams ended, and Wolf nestled me against his chest, did his honey-colored eyes lose their glow. I looked up to find Trevor gazing down at me.
“I love you too, minn elska,” he whispered.
“And I love you, Trevor.” Content with my wolves, I snuggled up against them and fell asleep.