Chapter Nineteen
Kara
As I approached the front door my body shook due to my anxiety being high. My hand reflexively went to my bare neck. No matter how many deep breaths I took, I was still nervous. I was taking a chance to show up here without saying anything. Would he be upset? Would his alpha? John hadn’t talked much about his life in Oregon or his pack other than this was where he was from and that his alpha had sent him to New York to oversee the takeover and alpha replacement. Now that was done and everything was running smoothly, I felt like I could leave.
As I reached my hand up to the door to knock, it opened and a familiar face stood behind the door.
“John,” I said softly.
“Kara? You came.” His eyes were wide as if he was surprised I would be standing here in front of him.
“I did,” I replied with a smile. The house was massive and out of curiosity on what the interior looked like, I glanced over his shoulder to peer inside.
John opened the door and stepped aside. “Why don’t you come in,” he said with a warm smile.
With a racing heart, I walked into the house, my arm brushing his as I passed him. Energy seemed to crackle in the air as our eyes briefly met, smiles being exchanged. Just being near him again made me feel like I was floating.
If I had any doubts that we were meant to be together, they were long gone now. No other person had such a staggering effect on me. No one else haunted my thoughts and dreams like him.
However, we did have a lot to talk about.
“This way,” John said as he led me to the right side of the large, open foyer where there was a long, red-carpeted hallway.
I followed him closely, my eyes sweeping over the walls adorned with intricate paintings and even a mirror or two. As I glanced at my reflection, I quickly tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, a nervous but excited shudder passing through me.
A deep sense of longing radiated from my soul, my wolf calling out to John with need. It was strong enough to make him look back at me, his eyes slightly darkening. If he yearned for me as much I did for him, he was also at his tipping point.
John turned away as we approached a closed white door at the far end of the east wing. He pushed it open to reveal his suite. It was a large room with tall windows, a large bed covered with dark red sheets, and dark wooden furniture.
I walked over a large, rectangular rug made of thick, white material, my heart continuing to pound heavily. “Wow, this is really nice.”
“It’s nice seeing you here,” John replied as he watched me explore his suite.
I felt safe here with him, but there were still questions that I needed him to answer. I turned to face him, a serious expression forming on my face. “I haven’t heard anything about Warwick. What happened to him?”
John crossed over to me and took my hand in his. “The Council took care of him.”
“But what does that mean? Will he be let go after being punished? What if he comes back and tries to hurt Sophia? Or take her child?” I asked him.
John squeezed my hand. “The Council is basically the FBI or the CIA for all things supernatural. Punishment isn’t taken lightly, trust me. You won’t ever have to worry about Warwick ever again because all of his crimes most likely had him sentenced to death.”
I didn’t let myself breathe just yet. “Do you think he committed enough crimes to be sentenced to death?”
“He broke a lot of rules and regulations that are very important in supernatural society. We have to hold ourselves even more accountable than humans do with their rules and laws,” John assured me. “Warwick had a price on his head. The Council wanted him so that they could properly punish him.”
I released a slow exhale, letting some of the tension fall from my shoulders. Around him, I could let down my walls. He was one of the few who could break past them. “Good. He doesn’t deserve to live another day after all he’s done.”
John nodded before lifting my hand up and pressing his lips against my knuckles. “It’s over, Kara.”
It still didn’t feel real, but there was proof all around us that we were finally safe.
“Sophia and her son are doing great. Paul has really stepped up and helped them a lot,” I told him as a smile crossed my face. It was nice not having to stress about her and her son’s safety. They were definitely in good hands.
“He’s a good guy. He’ll take care of them,” John said.
“I think Paul is a good fit in more ways than one,” I replied with a cheeky glint in my eyes. I had seen the warm looks Sophia and Paul passed each other when they thought no one was looking. There was a spark.
John chuckled. “Looks like everyone is finding their rightful mate.”
My skin flushed and warmed as his hands settled on my waist, drawing me closer to him. My wolf stirred and yearned for him, for the bond that needed to be completed. I couldn’t wait any longer. “John…”
John leaned closer and captured my lips in a passionate kiss, stealing the breath right out of my lungs.
I placed my hand on the back of his neck, my fingers teasing the hair on the back of his head. Our lips brushed and melded, falling into a perfect rhythm that generated so much heat between us that it felt like fire was burning within me.
“I love you, Kara,” John whispered as his forehead touched mine. “I want you. Always.”
My heart skipped as I gazed up into his comforting eyes. “And forever, my mate.”
John grinned and picked me up by the back of my thighs, carrying me over to his large bed and setting me down on the edge of the mattress. His lips found my neck, a low growl sounding from him as he inhaled my scent.
My eyes fluttered shut as I buried my fingers in his hair, holding him close as he kissed every crevice and sensitive spot. Heat washed over me, desire pulsing between my thighs as he slotted himself between them.
John grabbed the bottom of my dress and slipped it off me, his fingers quickly undoing the clasp of my bra to let my breasts spill out. His hands and mouth were instantly on me, kneading my flesh and teasing my hardened nipples.
I threw my head back as my thighs tightened around his waist. His erection strained against his dark pants, pressing against my inner thigh dangerously close to my center. “Please… more.”
John chuckled against my skin. He flicked his tongue across one of my nipples before gently grasping my chin to draw my eyes to his. “I’ll give you the world.”
A blissful smile appeared on my face, my wolf nearly whining at this point for him. For the mate bond. I could feel my wolf trying to take control, pressure forming under my gums as my fangs tried to break free. In due time.
John sank to his knees in front of me, tearing my black panties off and nudging my thighs apart. He pressed his mouth flush against my center, his tongue drifting through my folds to seek out my sensitive nub.
”John!” I cried out as my head dropped back against the mattress once he found it. I curled my fingers in his hair, waves of pleasure crashing down on me as he savored my scent and my taste. The tip of his tongue flickered across my pearl, unrelenting causing my hips to buck in response.
“You taste incredible,” John growled against my skin. He left an open-mouthed kiss against my inner thigh, and I swore I felt a light graze from a fang. He was teetering on the edge as well.
As his tongue stroked over my clit once more, he pushed a finger inside my slicken channel. I closed my eyes, my lips parting with pleased sounds. Every lick and every thrust of his finger inside of me threatened to unravel me. As good as it felt, I wanted to come with him inside me. I wanted everything.
I wanted the bond.
“I need you,” I breathed out as I tugged on his hair.
John detached from me with glistening lips, his eyes were hazed over with lust. They had changed from a dark blue to a golden color and I knew he was on the cusp of a mating frenzy. There was no turning back, not that I wanted to. No, I wanted this. I wanted my mate more than the air that I breathed.
As John tore off his clothes, he licked his lips and hummed as he grinned at me as if he was savoring my taste. His hand wrapped around his hardened cock, slowly stroking it as he crawled on the bed over me. The tip glistened as he rubbed the beads of his precum across it, adding extra lubrication. He glided through my folds and grazed over my sensitive clit.
I dug my nails into his shoulders as a moan escaped me, a pleading look filling my eyes. “John, please,” I cried.
John couldn’t wait any longer either. He slowly pushed himself inside of me until he bottomed out, both of our pleased sounds mingling. He planted his forearms next to my head as he hovered over me, his lips meeting mine in a deep kiss. “I’m going to make you mine.”
I nodded eagerly, nearly brought to tears with relief when he started to thrust faster into me. Every stroke was deep and hard, hitting a spot inside of me that made my back arch. My nails raked up his back. “Yes, just like that.”
John buried his face in my neck, kissing and teasing again, but I knew what he wanted. “So perfect. All mine.”
The moment he growled those words, I felt his fangs pierce my skin, a fire roared through me. The room fell away around us, and all I could comprehend was the pressure and burn of his bite and the intertwining of our very souls.
My sensations were his, and his sensations were mine. We were one soul, united by a bond that was indescribable. I could feel how deep his love for me was and it was almost unbearable.
“John,” I moaned, the overwhelming power and desire of my wolf finally breaking free. It was my turn. I gripped his hair and bit into his neck, making another wave of intensity and pleasure crash down on us.
John growled in bliss, snapping his hips against mine to bury himself even deeper. Our breaths grew quick and heavy, borderline panting as our blood ran hot. Our adrenaline soared. Our bodies ached with the need to keep going.
The taste of his blood flooded over my tongue, staining my lips when I pulled away with a sound of pure ecstasy. It felt like I was on fire in the most pleasurable way possible, and I could feel pressure building low in my stomach again.
John dragged his tongue over the bite mark he left, lapping up the blood trickling from the puncture wounds, his saliva sealing it. His lips hovered near my ear. “Come for me, my mate.”
One more deep thrust made my entire body erupt into hard, uncontrollable shakes. My nails scratched up his back as I held onto him for dear life. My moans filled the room.
John buried himself inside of me one last time, he and his wolf roaring with pleasure. He dropped his forehead down to rest against my shoulder, both of us panting to catch our breaths. After a minute, he lifted his head to gaze down at me with a warm smile. “You’re incredible.”
I smiled back and stroked his hair, feeling like I was floating but also tethered to him at the same time. Our mate bond was complete. Our wolves and our souls were united. “You’re mine.”
John leaned down and kissed my lips, sealing our intense bond with a kiss and three words.
“Always and forever.”