Chapter 11
Emily glanced back at her mother, pushing the anger she felt from her mind, and took off after Ian. She wanted to know what she had missed by spending her life on two legs instead of four—what she had missed by being drugged to keep her wolf hidden.
Had Emily been in her human form, giggles would have poured from her mouth.
She felt giddy and completely free—something she had never felt in her life.
Part of her wanted to go back and confront her mother—she wanted to throttle her, but she kept her feet moving forward, following Ian, wanting to know everything there was about her newfound life.
Emily shot straight past Ian when he came to a sudden stop and quickly shifted back into his human form. She turned and looped back around to him, staring at him, wondering why he would want to stop running when it was so much fun.
“This is one of my favorite places to visit when I come here,” Ian said, his arm sweeping open to show the vast openness of the meadow they stood in.
Soaring evergreens shot skyward in the distance, circling perfectly around the clearing.
Purple and blue wildflowers swayed in the gentle breeze beneath his feet—and her paws.
“Shift back to human form.”
Emily whined. She didn’t know how to shift back to her human form and hadn’t thought of it before he’d mentioned it.
“All you have to do is picture your human form. Don’t fight the chance. Just take a deep breath, close your eyes, and imagine yourself standing with me in the meadow.”
A wave of anxiety formed in Emily’s stomach.
What if she couldn’t figure out how to shift back?
After all, her first transformation into a wolf hadn’t come easily.
It had hurt like hell. She genuinely thought she was dying.
What if shifting back was the same? She shook her head no, or at least what she thought would look like a no, hoping to signal that she didn’t want to endure all that pain again.
In her mind, she pictured herself standing before Ian, gazing up at him, getting absolutely lost in his glowing baby-blue eyes. The next thing Emily knew, she was safely back on two feet, instead of four, and butt-ass naked.
“Eeek!” She screeched, quickly trying to cover herself. “Why am I naked?”
“Probably because I forgot to tell you that you needed to picture yourself in clothes,” Ian laughed.
“You are diabolical!” Emily gasped.
“You act like that’s a bad thing.” He quickly closed the gap between them and pulled her into his arms. His lips crashed against hers, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her close to him. His cock stood at attention, brushing against her stomach.
“Oh God!” Emily moaned into his mouth, her fingertips twisting through his messy hair. “You’ve got far too many clothes on,” she complained, stepping back and pulling his shirt over his head. Her hand brushed against his erection as it strained against the denim.
His fingers flew to the fly of his jeans, quickly unbuckling his belt before dealing with the button and zipper. Kicking off his boots, he stepped out of his jeans and pulled Emily into his arms. His soft lips were almost punishing with the demands of his kiss.
Heat shot straight to her core, and she moaned in his mouth.
“You’re mine. You know that, right?” he asked, nipping at her lips.
“Yes. I always have been.” As much as she had always wanted to deny it, she couldn’t. Not anymore. She could feel the smile that had been locked onto her face falling fast.
“What’s the matter?” Ian asked, his thumb stroking her bottom lip.
“We’ve wasted so much time. Years. A freaking decade. All thanks to my parents and their games. Why would they do this?” Emily’s voice was thick with anger as it burned deep in her bones. She could feel her wolf pushing in her mind, eager to punish those who had wronged her.
Ian nipped at her lips, his arms circling her waist. “We will deal with them later. Right now, I want you. I need you.” His cock pressed against her belly.
Pushing her anger aside, she let another emotion take over. Wrapping her fingers around his length, she stroked him up and down, feeling the moisture beading at the tip.
“Mmmm,” he groaned, throwing his head back.
“So sexy,” she said, squeezing his cock before dropping to her knees. She flicked her tongue gently over the tip, licking off the sticky-sweet seed that began to pebble.
“Fuck!” Ian’s voice cracked, his fingers tangling in her hair. “There is something so fucking sexy about watching you do that.”
“Is that so?” Emily felt emboldened for the first time in a long while. Her fears of not being enough for Ian or worrying about her parents’ opinion of her relationship vanished. This tall, handsome man was hers—standing right there, hard for her, wanting only her.
“It is.” His eye flashed to the stunning bright blue she was so fond of.
Now she understood exactly what that change meant. His wolf was forcing its way forward, trying to take control of Ian, and he was hanging on by a thread. Knowing she had that sort of power over him made something deep inside her ignite the fire in her veins she had always kept under lock and key.
She was done thinking about what could have been and wanted to focus on what would be. The future they would create together. Pushing all thoughts out of her mind, her lips slid down his shaft until she couldn’t take another inch of him.
Ian tossed his head back, a ferocious growl escaping his mouth. He thrust his hips back and forth to keep up with Emily’s fierce pace. She sucked him deep into her throat, all the while pumping her hand up and down.
“Sweet Jesus!” he shouted before biting the side of his mouth. He did not want things to end before they even started. Ian backed away from Emily, his chest heaving as he drew one deep breath after another into his lungs.
“Something wrong?” she asked playfully, running the tips of her fingers down his abdomen and heading straight for his cock.
“Not at all.”
“Then why did you stop me?” Her smile quickly turned to a pouty frown.
Ian dropped to his knees, needing to wipe that pout off her face. He pulled one of her legs over his shoulders, exposing her heat.
“Oh!” she cried out at the first swipe of his tongue. Her fingers gripped his hair for support.
The second her honey coated Ian’s throat, it sent him into a frenzy. The need to claim his mate coursed through his veins. He licked and teased and sucked on her clit, making her legs shake.
“That’s it, love. I want you to come for me.” He slid two fingers into her heat and immediately wished it was his cock filling her. Pumping them in and out as she begged for more.
“Please, Ian! Please!”
“Please, what?”
“Make love to me!” she demanded.
“I never thought you’d ask,” he teased. Arranging his clothes so Emily had a place to lie, he guided her to the ground. Pushing her legs apart, he crawled between them, kissing his way inch by inch up her body.
“I’m going to make you mine,” he warned with each kiss, lick, and nibble until he found the head of his cock pressing against her heat.
“I’m already yours. We just need to make it official.” She shifted her hips, trying to nudge the process along.
Ian loved hearing that she already considered herself to be his. Warmth surged in his heart. It seemed like everything he’d ever wanted with her was about to come true.
“I need you,” she begged, pulling him from his thoughts.
Ian’s hips surged forward in a rush, seating his cock balls deep in Emily’s heat.
“Yes!” she moaned, her legs wrapping around his back.
Ian pushed her arms above her head. He licked and nipped at her lips. His hips thrusting, slow at first, wanting to take his time. Her nails scored his back, digging in deep when he picked up the pace.
He pushed himself off the ground and grabbed her legs, hooking them over his shoulders. With one quick shift of his hips, Ian buried his length in her tight sheath.
“Yes!” she gasped at the sudden, yet welcome, intrusion.
His wolf growled in his mind, demanding to claim their mate. It was his beast’s only thought. He’d waited years to claim her. He’d wait no longer. Ian felt his fangs punching through his gums, readying to strike.
“Do it!” Gently running the back of her hand against his jaw, she turned her head to the side, exposing her neck. “Make me yours.”
“Forever,” Ian growled.
“Forever.”
Ian pumped his hips.
Harder.
Faster.
Pounding into Emily with all of his might.
He leaned in and licked that special spot on her neck, grazing it with his teeth. The sound of the needy moan that escaped her lips drove him over the edge. He pulled back before striking, his fangs sinking deep into her artery.