54. Noah
NOAH
I cradled Zoey in my arms as I carried her upstairs to our bedroom. The ache in my chest from seeing her so upset mixed with the heat building low in my belly. My wolf growled inside me, urging me on. I needed her, craved her, and I could tell from the way she clung to me that she needed me, too.
I put her down on the bed and planted soft kisses on her forehead, her cheek, her jaw. She shivered under my touch, a soft moan escaping her. My hands roamed her curvy body as I brought my mouth to hers in a deep, hungry kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer.
“Noah, I need you.”
“I’m all yours, baby.” I groaned, trailing kisses down her neck. “Forever.”
I gazed into her eyes, my heart racing from the desire I saw there. She looked so beautiful, her face flushed, chest rising and falling slightly with each breath. I kissed her again—I couldn’t help myself—then traced the line of her jaw with my tongue as I moved to nibble on her earlobe.
“I’m going to make sure you feel better tonight,” I promised, my voice rough with need.
As I trailed more kisses down her neck and collarbone, my fingers danced along her sides, exploring the curves of her waist and hips.
My hands moved towards her back, slipping under the thin fabric of her shirt to touch the warm skin beneath.
Goosebumps rose on her skin as she arched into me and raised her hips off the bed in invitation.
I pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. Her breasts rose and fell beneath me. My wolf howled with approval as I took one perfect nipple into my mouth, sucking gently while easing one hand lower to stroke her over her panties. She was already so wet for me.
“Noah,” Zoey moaned. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she pressed me closer to her breast.
I growled low in my throat. It was the sound of possession, of claiming what was mine.
I slid my hand into her panties, stroking and teasing as I kissed a path down her torso, nipping at her with my teeth and soothing with my tongue.
Every inch of skin that met mine was smooth and soft, a delicate contrast to my rougher touch.
She tasted like strawberries, and I wanted to consume her completely.
I growled in approval as I pushed one finger inside her.
She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip, moaning softly.
Moving my finger in a slow rhythm, I circled her entrance while licking and sucking on her other nipple.
Her scent grew stronger and more intoxicating by the minute.
It was a mix of desire and need that called to my wolf, making it impossible to resist taking her deeper.
I moved my hand faster, and she clenched around my fingers.
Her hips bucked against me, begging for release.
I scooted down and flicked my tongue over her clit right as her orgasm hit.
She cried out my name and arched her back, her fingers digging into my skin as she writhed underneath me.
Her breath hitched, and blood rushed to my ears as I lapped at her sweetness.
My cock throbbed, desperate to be inside her.
I pulled away from her pulsating clit just as she began to cool down.
“Noah... God, Noah...”
I dove in again, lapping at her as I fingered her. I wanted her to come again before I filled her. Curling my fingers upward, I found that sweet spot as I sucked her clit into my mouth, making her hips buck hard.
“Mmm, yes... right there...” Zoey threw her head back against the pillows and writhed beneath me, her body aching for release. I took my time giving it to her, wanting to make it last. Every moan that escaped her made my cock ache more.
Her legs trembled as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. She came apart a second time, pulling at my hair. The sweetness on my tongue intensified as my mouth filled with her taste. I lapped greedily at her, inhaling her glorious scent.
When her trembling eased, I rose up over her and positioned myself between her legs, our bare chests pressing together. “Are you ready for me?” I growled softly against her earlobe before pressing the hard length of my cock against her entrance.
She nodded eagerly, biting down on her lip as I thrust into her slick heat.
The feeling of filling her sent a shudder through her body from head to toe, making me growl in approval.
I caught one nipple between my teeth again, applying just enough pressure to make it sting.
Her muscles tensed around me, holding me tightly as she threw her head back once again.
I groaned against her skin as I pushed in deeper, feeling her stretch to accommodate my size.
I pulled back slightly before thrusting in again, hitting that spot inside of her that made her gasp.
Zoey clawed at my shoulders as she arched off the bed.
Her moans echoed through the room, stealing what little restraint I had left.
My hand found its way between us, stroking her clit with a rhythm that matched my hips, pushing her closer to the edge once more.
Zoey’s pussy was hot and slick on my length, wrapping me up like a glove with each thrust. Her gasps for air made my heart race as I moved faster, harder.
Her taste on my tongue mixed with our sweat as we moved together in perfect sync.
Every sound she made was an invitation for more, for ownership of her body and soul.
Her nails dug into my skin as if she were trying to mark me as hers, claiming me as much as I was claiming her. She was ours—mine and my wolf’s.
Her breathing grew ragged, each gasping moan escaping her lips like a siren’s call to my wolf, drawing him closer to the surface.
As she neared her peak again, I nipped at her collarbone lightly, leaving a love bite that would bloom into a bruise later.
It only seemed right that she bore a mark of our lovemaking.
Her eyes met mine, dark with desire and trust as she surrendered completely to me.
With one last hard thrust, my hips pistoned upward, feeling the tight heat of her walls squeezing me in blissful waves.
It was almost too much, but not quite. I wanted more.
Our skin slapped together in harmony of need as we moved frantically against each other.
Her breath was coming in short gasps now, each one punctuated by a soft whimper or moan that made me growl deep in my chest.
Then, with a powerful thrust that echoed the primal sounds of our passion, we cried out in unison as our bodies met in a searing climax.
My roar of pleasure mingled with her screams of ecstasy as we shuddered together.
Zoey clenched around me, milking every last drop of my seed as she convulsed beneath me.
My hips pistoned faster and faster. I couldn’t get enough of her, didn’t want this moment to end. But it did, leaving us both gasping for air and trembling with aftershocks. I collapsed on top of Zoey, burying my face in her neck to catch my own ragged breath as I nuzzled her softly.
Her heart beat wildly beneath my lips as I brushed them over her skin again and again—her neck, her jawline, anywhere I could reach.
“Zoey, you are so beautiful.”
She sighed contentedly beneath me, wrapping one leg around mine possessively. “I love you,” she murmured.
And in that moment, I knew she did. Not just because she said the words but because I felt them deep in my soul. I never wanted to let her go.
But I knew what awaited me tomorrow. What I had to do to keep her safe.
The following evening, I stood outside with my father and ten of my best men, all of us heavily armed and ready for battle. My wolf paced restlessly under my skin, eager for blood. Eager for revenge against the man who had hurt and threatened my mate.
I turned to my father, gripping his shoulder. “Stay with Zoey. She’s going to need you here.”
He nodded. “We’ll hold down the fort. You just focus on ripping that bastard George apart and coming back home to your mate in one piece, you hear?”
“That’s the plan.”
I turned to Zoey, ready to say goodbye without really saying goodbye. Goodbye meant I thought I might not return.
“Zo,” I said.
She turned to face me, her eyes shimmering.
“Be careful,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil I knew raged inside her.
She reached up and traced the scar along my eyebrow with a tenderness that made my heart ache.
“Come back to me. Promise me. I know you already have, more than once, but do it again.”
The world faded away until it was just the two of us. “I promise,” I vowed, the fierceness of my feelings etched into every syllable. “I will come back to you. You’re my everything.”
My father grabbed my arm as I turned to leave. “Noah, I just want you to know... I’m proud of you, son. So damn proud. Of the man you’ve become, the alpha you are. You come back safe to us, you hear? Come back to Zoey. To your pack. We need you.”
I hugged him, my throat tight. “I will. I promise. I’m coming back.” We held each other for a long moment, years of unsaid words passing between us.
Finally, I pulled back and squeezed his shoulders. “I’ve got to go. Take care of my girl for me until I get back.”
“With my life,” he said solemnly, giving me one last clap on the back.
I turned and headed to the vehicles where my men waited. It was a two-hour drive to Craigsville. Two hours until I spilled George’s blood for daring to threaten what was mine.
As we sped off into the night, my thoughts drifted to Zoey. I pictured her smile, her laugh, the way she looked at me with complete trust and love. She was my reason for everything now. And I would do whatever it took to keep her safe and bring her abuser to justice.
I absently touched the beaded bracelet on my wrist that Ro had given me, my chest tightening with emotion. I had a family now, people counting on me to come home.
And nothing, not even death itself, would keep me from getting back to them.