Chapter 9
Addison
I’ve been going crazy all day. Tara and Nora are great, and getting to know them today has been interesting, but I need to be with Zeke.
Last night, after everything, we spent more time together. Zeke used his hand on me again. I could feel how hard he was poking against me, and all I wanted was for him to finally mate with me.
The feelings I have for him are undeniable, and I can’t resist any longer. I’ve been thinking about him nonstop, and all I want is for him to come home and finally help bring me some relief.
I’m lying in bed when I hear the front door open and close. I perk up and sit on my knees, waiting with a smile.
I can feel that he’s close. I know that he’s walking down the hall and heading toward me right now. My heartbeat thuds against my ribs.
Zeke opens the door and stares at me with a mixture of emotions in his eyes. Through everything, I see relief. Like he’s happy to see me here, all in one piece, doing better than I have in a long time.
“Mate me,” I say before he has a chance to get a word in.
His eyes go wide, and his mouth pops open. He quickly catches himself, closing the door, before walking over to the bed. I reach my hands out to him as he gets closer. He wraps his fingers around mine.
“You said you wanted to wait until I was better, and I’m better than I’ve been in a long time,” I say, talking quickly. I pull up the sleeve on the oversized sweater he gave me to wear and show him the wounds that were previously on my arm. “See? They’re all gone.”
He looks at my skin and traces his fingers gently across it. It surprises me that they disappeared as quickly as they did. The entire time I was at the facility, I was always covered in bruises and scars. But then again, I never quite had a chance to heal.
When I talked to Nora and Tara about it earlier today, they told me about natural healing abilities that shifters have. It doesn’t take long to recover from major injuries, and now that I’m not being poked and prodded and filled with drugs to sedate me, I’m recovering.
As soon as they said it, I realized how true it is. I feel stronger. My mind isn’t fuzzy. I’m not as afraid of everything around me like I was before.
I’m worlds better than I was three days ago, and I’m certain mating him will only elevate my new life.
“I’m ready for it, Zeke,” I continue, reaching a hand to his face and cupping it gently. “And if we don’t do this now, I feel like I’m going to explode. I’ve been dying for you.”
Zeke licks his lips and looks at me. I can already smell his arousal, and I know he wants this as much as I do.
“You sure you’re ready for this right now?” he asks, his voice low but laced with desire.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything.”
He leans forward and presses his lips against mine. It’s gentle, soft, and slow. I love the way his mouth feels warm and wet against mine, and I just can’t get enough of it.
I wrap my arms around his neck and yank him down onto the bed with me. Both of us laugh as he lands on top of me, and I don’t waste a moment prying the shirt off his head.
My hands crash into his body, tracing the hard lines of his muscles as I feel his skin prickling around me. Before I know it, my hands are on the buttons of his pants, and they’re undone, his cock already hard and grazing against me.
“You really do react strongly to talk of mating,” I say with a smirk.
He pulls the pajama bottoms I’m wearing down, and I feel cool air between my legs. “Trust me, I can smell that you do too.”
His hand falls between my legs again. I lean my head back and savor the way his finger brushes against my clit. “Oh God, that’s good,” I moan.
Feeling him touch me is such a relief. I’ve been going crazy all day with him gone, thinking about this, about being with him. I realize I never want to be away from him. Being more than ten feet apart feels like I’m going to go mad.
Zeke pulls my T-shirt off and tosses it aside. He moves his mouth down my body, kissing his way down my neck to meet my breasts. His lips wrap around the swollen pink flesh, and he pulls my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
My fingers lace through his hair, holding him against me. His finger continues moving against my clit, and I feel like I’m going to lose myself entirely in this.
I push his jeans and underwear down as far as I can, groaning when his hot, bare skin meets mine. I move my legs to wrap them around his waist, centering him between my legs, where I desperately need him to be.
The tip of his cock hovers outside me, grazing against my folds.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet for me,” Zeke whispers as he pulls his mouth from my breast and looks down at my body. He licks his lip and lets his hands trail from my breasts all the way down to my waist as he sits up on his knees. “You’re so sexy.”
I lie on my back, staring at him between my legs, his cock hard and eager to fill the void inside me. I need it so bad. I spread my legs wider to invite him in and silently urge him on.
“I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I laid eyes on you,” Zeke mutters, grabbing his cock and positioning it.
I feel him pressing against my entrance and hold my breath, waiting for him to slide inside me.
“Every time I put my finger in you, I wish it were my cock filling instead. You want that, huh?”
“Yes,” I eagerly say, biting my lip.
“Tell me what you want, Addison. Tell me you want my cock to stretch your pussy,” he demands, moving his thumb to my clit and pressing against it gently.
“I want your cock inside me,” I moan, closing my eyes as the tiny jolt of pleasure courses through my veins. “I want to feel you stretching me while you mate me.”
Hearing that, he doesn’t waste another moment. The clawing that I’ve felt for so long, which I now know is my wolf inside me trying to connect, is intense.
Zeke slides an inch inside me, eliciting a loud gasp from me as I feel my walls stretching around him. My wolf howls with satisfaction, but there’s still a desperate yearning that I need to quench.
“More,” I moan, my chest rising and falling.
Zeke watches me as he slides even more of himself inside. I feel how comforting and soothing it is to this part of me that needs something so desperately. I feel full and so intensely pleasurable, like it’s nothing I ever thought it would be.
But still, my wolf is not entirely at ease. I need something more from this, but I don’t know what it is.
When Zeke is fully inside me, he moves slowly, looking down at me as his hips buck against mine. I see the pleasure on his face, confirming that he wants this just as badly as I do.
I feel him inside me, so hot and hard, yet it’s still not enough. I don’t know what to do. The more I think about it, I’m overtaken by an almost animalistic type of urge just to be claimed by him.
“Faster, please,” I moan, reaching for him to lean down so I can kiss him.
Zeke hovers over me, his mouth enveloping mine as his tongue explores every inch of it. I wrap my legs around his waist to drive him deeper inside me, not wanting to miss a single inch of his cock filling me.
He does move faster, thrusting in and out of me with more urgency. I raise my hips to meet him, colliding into him with more force each time. That’s what happens. I feel the intensity growing in my body, and my wolf howls with approval inside.
“Oh God!” I cry out with quiet whimpers as he continues thrusting hard against me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Zeke groans, not holding back as the bed rocks below us.
Zeke stiffens inside me, and I can feel that he’s on the verge of finishing. His breath is heavy, and I wrap my arms around his neck and dig my fingernails into his back.
His mouth moves from mine down to my neck, his teeth scraping against the soft skin. “Are you ready for this?” he asks.
“Yes!” I virtually cry out, desperate to feel this connection grow stronger.
Zeke’s body twitches, and he sinks his teeth into my skin. It feels like the world comes into focus for the first time. My entire body convulses under him as an orgasm shoots through me.
It feels incredible. Intensity like nothing I’ve ever thought I’d experience before. My mouth hangs open, and I whimper as every sound, feeling, and sensation of our bodies coalesce and are heightened.
My neck tingles where his teeth cling to me, and I feel our connection grow stronger. I feel myself being linked to him forever, tied to him as his mate. I never knew this was something I wanted so desperately, but now I don’t know how I’ve gone so long without it.
His body settles down, and he pulls his mouth away from me. I come down from my orgasm and look at him as he stares at the red mark on my neck, gently tracing a finger over the divots of his teeth.
“Now you’re mine forever,” Zeke whispers.
I just smile at him. “Good.”
We lie in bed together for a while, luxuriating in the aftermath of what just happened. I feel truly alive and happy for the first time, and I want to enjoy every second of it.
Zeke traces lazy circles on my shoulders as he pets my hair with one hand. I could stay like this forever, and I would never want for anything else.
“How do you feel about going for a run?” Zeke asks after a while. “I think it’s about time our wolves meet each other.”
If he had said this to me two days ago, I would have been so confused. But now, I finally understand what he means.
I agree, and we both get ready to leave. I’m about to put on a nice sweater that Tara gave me when Zeke stops me. “Rule number one of being a shifter is never wear anything you’d care about losing before shifting.”
He hands me an old T-shirt and a pair of oversized pajama bottoms, and I follow him outside. We don’t see anyone else in the house as we leave, which I’m thankful for. Right now, I want it to just be the two of us.
Zeke brings me to a clearing in the woods and undresses, the moonlight dappling through the trees illuminating his form. I do the same, feeling weirdly exposed yet invigorated.
I’ve only shifted once before, but now, standing next to Zeke, it feels natural. Both of us transform, and our wolves are free.
Seeing Zeke like this for the first time is surreal. He’s a magnificent, tall black wolf with dazzling green eyes. If I didn’t know who he was, I would be terrified.
Both of us take a few moments for our wolves to get acquainted, sniffing each other and sizing one another up. All the while, I feel like I’m in the back seat watching all of this unfold. It’s freeing, though. Like there’s an itch that I’ve been waiting to scratch my entire life.
Eventually, Zeke pounces on me, knocking me over playfully. I get up feeling a lightness in my large wolf body that I didn’t expect, chasing him as he runs off. I catch him, nipping at his ears.
Then we take off through the woods. I feel the wind against my fur, and my senses are heightened enough to hear other wolves howling in the distance. The air is cool, but my fur is more than enough to keep me warm.
I feel happy.
Then a flash of something creeps into my memory.
It’s me, like I am now, running freely through the woods. The only other time I’ve shifted was when I escaped the facility. But in this memory, there’s none of the fear or anxiety of being chased. Other wolves surround me, and I feel excitement.
I come to a stop with Zeke running ahead of me a bit. As he hears my footsteps no longer padding against the leaves and twigs behind him, he stops and turns around to make sure I’m all right.
Through his wolf, I can see that he’s concerned. But I don’t focus on that right now. I focus on the memory, dredging up every detail I can.
I see my wolf running off on its own, a flicker of fear as I realize I don’t know where I am. Then two other wolves come up behind me, one of them licking my face gently and the other picking me up by the scruff of my neck and dragging me away.
Even though I’m being taken, I feel comfort at this moment. Like I’ve been found. I realize these aren’t too strange wolves. They’re my parents.
“What’s wrong?” Zeke asks. I’m surprised that I hear his voice in my head even though we’re both in our wolf form.
I stare at him for a moment, the weight of this memory pulling me back to reality. “I think I just had a memory of my life before the fire.”