Chapter 29
“Right there, oh, fuck. You are the best wolf in the world,” Vallie moaned.
Lambda currently had her on top of their kitchen table. There’d been talk of breakfast; he’d even gone so far as to get eggs out of the fridge. But they currently sat unscrambled in a bowl next to an empty frying pan.
He thrust wildly into her, her breasts bouncing against his chest, her nails digging into his shoulders. The sharp sting of her grip should have slowed him, but it only spurred him on. His mate scratched him, bit him, squeezed his hips with her thighs harder than he ever imagined she’d be able to, and he loved every minute of it.
Lambda had spent the last day completely enamored with Vallie. He had already loved her deeply, been willing to lay his life down for her happiness but adding this new facet to their relationship—a beautiful physicality he never imagined possible—made the love he had for her even stronger.
Being with Vallie was orgasmic, yes, but it was also like fusing his soul with hers. He’d always been skeptic at the idea of two souls becoming one, but now that he was mated, well, Lambda wasn’t so skeptical anymore.
He came first, but the frenzy meant that hardly mattered. He didn’t slow his fucking, and continued thrusting until she shook and trembled and shouted “Fuck you, Lambda!” which was his favorite thing to hear now.
When her twitching settled, he eased out of her and gently set her on her feet, then pawed around the floor until he found the t-shirt of his she’d been wearing. It was just too big for her, the bottom hem skimming the edge of her ass.
No wonder they’d fucked again rather than eaten.
“Well,” Vallie panted, leaning against him. “That was wonderful.” Her stomach growled loudly in protest.
“You sit,” he commanded. “And keep your legs closed and your shirt on.”
“Yes, wolf,” Vallie answered, her voice sultry.
Lambda hummed a growl. “I’m going to feed you before I touch you again. You’re starving. I’m being a bad mate taking you over and over again when you clearly need a meal.”
Vallie grinned and crossed her legs. He turned back to the preparations he’d started, put the pan on the stove and turned it on, then started beating the eggs.
“Be honest with me, are you sore?” Lambda asked.
“Eh, a little. But not in a bad way.”
“How so?” He poured the eggs into the pan with a satisfying sizzle.
“Well, I’m looking at your back right now, ass too, which are both scratched to hell. Seriously. Red welts over your skin.”
“What does that have to do with you?” he asked, turning around.
“You’re not complaining that your skin hurts.”
“I hadn’t noticed it,” he admitted. “But if you are feeling any pain—”
She held her hand up to stop him. “I’m not some untried virgin who needs breaks. The frenzy affects me, too. For example, seeing you standing there, cooking me a meal, your hard cock still wet from me…” She looked him over hungrily and her stomach growled again. She giggled. “I do need to eat, but I’m not immune to all this.” She gestured at him.
“I agree.” Lambda finished making the eggs, piled them on plates for both of them, and brought them to the table. “Can I ask you something?”
“Course,” she answered, stuffing a forkful of eggs into her mouth.
“Did the dragons put that brand on your shoulder?”
“Sure did,” Vallie answered between bites. “Hurt like a bitch, too. Two days after I arrived at Balaur, Cade bought me, and he did the honors. Not all the dragons mark their pets, Verona doesn’t have one, but Cade did, and he relished it. Loved seeing us with his mark.” Vallie shrugged. “It was such a long time ago; I don’t really think about it anymore. Does it bother you?”
Lambda shook his head. “Of course not. Just gives me another reason to hate Cade.”
“May the gods piss on his soul,” she said, raising her fork as in a toast. Vallie finished eating her eggs, then tapped her fork on the plate. “I’m still hungry. Can I make more?”
Lambda jumped out of his seat and opened the fridge. “I could fry up some bacon, slice some cheese, I’ve got a couple oranges, there’s stuff for a vegetable salad or fry, or if you can wait a little while, I could make potatoes…”
“Hell, Lambda. I could get used to this magic fridge full of food. I’ll take an orange.”
“It always will be,” he said, handing her an orange. “Full of food, I mean. I’ll take care of you. Make sure you’re never hungry.”
“I know,” Vallie answered and pulled at the peel of the orange. “You’re a good mate.”
Lambda felt pride swell in his chest.
“Speaking of,” Vallie continued. “When should I ride that wolf cock in the woods?” she popped an orange segment in her mouth.
Lambda groaned. “Whenever you want. It will probably end the frenzy, though. So, if you want to continue fucking non-stop…”
“We should hold off.” Vallie tapped her chin with her finger. “Hm. I am really enjoying the non-stop orgasms. Not that I think the frenzy ending will have our sex life drying up.”
“I plan to go down on you at least once every day for the rest of your life,” Lambda interrupted.
“At least,” she repeated, grinning. “And I can’t imagine going to sleep without taking you for a ride.”
“Obviously.”
“But it is pretty cool that you can come inside me and then keep on going. That’ll go away.”
“That will go away, but I promise to do my absolute best to make you come before I do every time. And if your hot, wet pussy is too much for me, I have no problem diving between your thighs and making you come on my face.”
“I would expect nothing less from you,” she teased. “Hm,” she mumbled, and slid her legs apart. “All this talk of your face between my legs…” her voice drifted away as her scent hit the air.
Lambda abandoned his chair and knelt before her, running his hands up her thighs. “Does my mate want to come again?”
“I do,” she answered. Vallie flung one leg on top of the table, the other over his shoulder. “Would my mate like a taste?”
“Always,” he growled. He pushed her shirt out of the way and licked a line from her knee, down her thigh, over her lips, and onto her clit.
Fuck, he would never tire of the taste of her.
After she had come and eaten another orange, Vallie decided she wanted a wolf mating tomorrow. But first, she wanted to sleep against Lambda while he tickled her back.
How could he refuse?
“Oh yes,” she mumbled as he carried her upstairs. “I was thinking, could you chase me for a little while in the woods? Make it a bit of a hunt? Obviously, I want you to catch me but the idea of me slipping through your fingers a couple times…sounds delicious.”
Lambda hummed his approval and kissed the top of her head.
“Whatever you want, forever and always.”