A Wolf’s Deception (Novella) (13 page)

The taste of her blood on his tongue.

She kissed him back just as hard, letting him taste her need for him, letting him feel an urgency that equalled his own. She trembled in his arms as he strode blindly through the front door. He wanted to shove her against the wall and fuck her, pound into her until neither one of them could walk. But he couldn’t do that, not this time.

Instead he carried her into the bedroom and slid her to the floor in front of him, letting her feel how much he wanted her, how hard and desperate she made him.

‘Take off your clothes.’ His voice was shot to shit. Rough, full of hunger and longing. He didn’t care. He wanted her to hear it, to feel it.

He kept his hands at his sides when she kicked her shoes off and slid her jeans down her long legs.

‘Everything,’ he rasped. She hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and took them down as well, kicking them off. He fisted his hands. ‘Now the shirt.’

Those dark eyes, now shot with the yellow of her wolf, met his as she tugged the soft fabric over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her beautiful brown tipped breasts bounced free.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned. ‘So beautiful.’ He moved in, slid his hands from her hips up over her waist, caressing her gently curved belly with his rough palm.

‘One day, I want to see you round and soft, carrying another one of my cubs. Do you want that too, Tress?’

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, until she blinked and one tracked down her smooth cheek. ‘Yes. More than anything.’

He brushed it away, kissed the skin beneath. ‘I can’t believe this is happening, that you’ve come back to me.’

‘I’m never leaving you again.’

‘I’ll never let you.’ He took her mouth again, trying to take it slow, wanting to savour this moment. He cupped the side of her neck, sliding down over her shoulder and inwardly winced when he felt the scar there, a mark given to her by another male, a male that had never deserved her. Proof of his brutal treatment, the way he’d hurt her, punished her because of her love for him.

She gripped his wrist, pulled back. ‘What’s wrong?’

Suddenly he couldn’t talk. The brick lodged in his throat choking off everything he wanted to say.

‘It’s okay, I’m okay,’ she whispered, because Tressa could read his damn mind.

‘I don’t want to hurt you, Tress…but I need to do this, I
need
my mark on you. I need to wash that fucker away. I need to wipe away that scar he left you with.’

She cupped his face, her gaze searching his. ‘You won’t hurt me. I want that too. Please cover this…’

She lifted her hand and placed it over the ravaged skin between her neck and shoulder.

‘Make it yours, make me yours. Take the pain away.’

‘I’ll take it away, baby. I’ll take it all away.’ He lifted her, placed her in the middle of the bed then stripped off his clothes. No finesse, just the need to have her, skin to skin. The feel of her warmth pressed against him.

His biceps and thighs fucking trembled as he crawled onto the bed and covered her, emotion and need near overwhelming him. She felt amazing, instantly wrapping her legs around him. Her hips rose up, causing her hot, slick centre to slide along the length of his cock. ‘Ah…shit.’

‘Please,’ she gasped. ‘Now.’

He needed to take this slow, but if they carried on like they were he’d lose his shit completely. Soft lips grazed his throat. Sweet whimpers filled his head, her fingers dug into his flesh, nails scraping his skin.

His beast came roaring to the surface and he reared back. Gripping her knees, he spread her thighs. He wanted to see her, see her open and ready for him. Her pussy was wet, swollen. Fucking beautiful.

She was powerless, at his mercy, but nothing but love and trust radiated from her.

A hiss escaped his clenched teeth and he lowered his head to her delicate flesh to taste. The beast was in the driver’s seat, tasting, sucking that sweet little clit, fucking her with his tongue. Grasping hands moved to the back of his head, holding him to her so she could grind against him. He held her wide, didn’t hold back, barely registered the growling, hiss vibrating from his chest.

Her movements became frantic and she yanked at his hair, tried to close her legs. Using his shoulders to hold her open, he buried two fingers inside her grasping channel and sucked hard on the tiny bundle of nerves. She cried out, came hard around his fingers.

Sliding up her body, he took her mouth, sharing her taste, swallowing her moans. ‘Roll over, baby. I need inside you.’ His fingers were still buried inside her, and her muscles contracted at his request.

‘You like that?’

He pumped them in and back, loving the way she squirmed, lifting her hips to take them deeper.

‘Yes.’ She strained, reaching for her next release.

‘So hungry for me,’ he rasped then withdrew his finger. ‘But the next time you come, I want to be deep inside you.’

He lifted her, flipped her onto her belly and she didn’t hesitate, lifted her ass and spread her thighs, offering herself up to him.

He was done teasing, needed to take her now. Wanted to take back his female. He moved in behind her, running his hands down the smooth expanse of her back.

‘You’re beautiful, Tressa. So fucking sexy.’

Kissing the base of her spine first, he moved up and over her, crowded her smaller body with his. He didn’t need to guide himself inside her, so hard and ready he was already there, the opening of her drenched pussy kissing the head of his cock. Flexing his hips he breached her tight opening, then brushing her hair to one side, kissed her shoulder before thrusting home.

Her entire body undulated beneath him, her spine arching, taking him deeper. ‘Move. Please. Take me.’

He pulled back, until his cock almost slipped out, and hissing, slammed forward. ‘I can’t take this slow, I need you too much.’

‘I want it…any way you give it to me.’ She moved her head to the side, exposing more of her slender neck. ‘God, own me, make me yours.’

With those words, he lost it, and started fucking her in earnest, slamming into her repeatedly. Taking her. Owning her.

His fangs slid into place. He didn’t warn her, couldn’t risk her tensing up before he struck, and sunk his fangs into her flesh, clean and deep, right over the mark already there, making sure his was the only one she saw when she looked in the mirror.

And he made her his.

She screamed, but it wasn’t from pain, there was pleasure too. Her inner walls contracted hard, so hard he struggled to stay buried inside her. She clenched around him repeatedly, milking him while her blood coated his tongue. His balls drew tight and his orgasm throbbed at the base of his cock. Retracting his fangs, he reared back and came hard inside her, deep wrenching pulls that made him cry out then gasp for breath.

He took her down to the mattress with him, rolling to his side and wrapping her in his arms.

‘You’re mine. You’re mine,’ he repeated over and over.

Chapter 13

‘You’re mine,’ Gabe whispered one last time against her throat.

‘And you’re mine,’ she said back.

He lifted his head, smile so wide it transformed his entire face. God, she loved that smile. A trace of her blood smeared the corner of his mouth and her stomach clenched at the sight. She hadn’t known when he’d strike, but there’d been little pain. The pleasure overriding any discomfort.

Her body heated. And she knew she wanted him to do that again. Reaching up, she brushed away the blood from his mouth. He grabbed her wrist before she could pull it away and slid it into his mouth, sucking all traces from her thumb. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Gabe was beautiful, brutal, loyal and the father of her cub.

He was also hers and she would never leave his side again.

‘Roll over, baby.’

She did as he asked without question, trusting him fully with her body, with her heart. When her back was to him, he moved her hair away from the shoulder he’d marked, then leaned in and kissed the punctured flesh, swiping his tongue over her skin repeatedly. He cleaned the wound and in doing so, made sure she would heal fast and with as little damage as possible. Something Dan had refused to do, wanting her scarred, to suffer a slow recovery.

‘Thank you,’ she said when he rolled her to her back.

‘You don’t need to thank me, Tressa. Not for that, not for taking care of you. That’s my job, what I was born to do.’

He moved up, covering her, sliding his heavy thighs between hers, so she was open to him again. He kissed her gently, reverently then looked down at her.

‘I’m almost afraid to close my eyes. Scared when I open them you’ll be gone, that you’re nothing but a beautiful illusion.’

Lifting her hips, she rubbed against his already hardening cock.

‘Does that feel real to you?’ She nipped his bottom lip and he hissed. ‘Does that?’

That wide smile was back, and her pulse raced in response.

‘Fuck yeah it does.’

He slid into her, slow and easy, the pleasure on his face no doubt matching her own.

‘I love you, Tressa, so damn much.’

She held each side of his face, brought his mouth down to hers.

‘I love you too. I never stopped,’ she said against the gentle heat of his firm lips.

He groaned and surged forward, taking her gently, making love to her, claiming her all over again. He pressed soft kisses to her cheeks, her eyelids, whispering tender words that melted her heart and broke it at the same time. God, the time they’d lost.

‘Don’t,’ he whispered, reading her mind. ‘It’s over now. It’s just me and you and our son, nothing else matters, not anymore.’

She felt hot tears run down her temples and he held her tighter, increased his pace, every thrust, every kiss showing her without words how much he loved her. His breath turned harsh and he took her deep, so damn deep. She felt it building, wave after wave of pleasure. Her back arched and she cried out, shattering beneath him. Gabe followed, his big body shuddering above her, his rough words of love ringing in her ears as he surrounded her, loved her.

‘Sleep, baby,’ he whispered and pulled her in close, holding her like the most precious thing in the world. She closed her eyes, but knew he wouldn’t do the same, his earlier words ringing in her ears. He was afraid she’d disappear. It would take time, but eventually he would relax, would know deep in his heart that she wasn’t going anywhere.

‘Hold me tight,’ she said against his chest.

‘Always,’ he said back.

The word repeated over and over as she drifted off to sleep wrapped in her mate’s arms.

Always.

Epilogue

Tressa came through the front door after her visit with her mother. They were getting along a lot better. She was trying and that was something Tressa couldn’t ignore, no matter how much anger she’d held over the years.

The cabin was silent when she walked to the kitchen to put away the cake she’d brought back for afternoon tea.

Her boys must be out for a run. Gabe was teaching their son how to stalk, how to hunt, how to sense danger. All the things Sawyer needed to know. The pair of them loved every minute of it.

She poured herself a drink and walked out the back door, leaning against the porch railing and looked out over the fields and forest beyond. It was beautiful. She’d never been happier in her entire life.

The change in Gabe had been a gradual thing, beautiful to watch. But finally, after a lot of pestering from Fletch, he’d taken up the alpha’s offer, and he’d become pack. It was amazing to see her big, strong mate lower his guard. The disbelief when he’d been welcomed, accepted by the pack still made her heart squeeze and put a silly smile on her face. There were still moments, every now and then, when he was taken off-guard by a pack mate’s kindness or affection, but those moments didn’t happen as often anymore.

Yeah, there were a few older members that didn’t want change, but they were the minority, and Fletch made sure they understood where the pack was headed. They could either accept the changes or find another pack.

The afternoon sun beat down, the lush green fields almost shimmering. Two forms broke from the forest—one large, moving with an easy loping gait and the other small, full to bursting with energy. Her son bounded alongside his father then raced ahead only to double back, running around Gabe, circling him and nipping at his tail. They were almost identical, from the colour of their fur to the shape of their noses.

Both beautiful. Both unique.

By the time they reached the yard, Sawyer was hanging of his father’s tail, making little growling sounds. Gabe’s eyes met hers, shining with warmth and humour—with love.

He walked up to her, and Sawyer let go of his father so he could nudge her leg.

Gabe made a chuffing sound and shifted, wrapped her in his arms, naked and utterly delicious. That magnificent smile beamed down at her.

‘You wanna run with us?’

‘Are you telling me I’m invited to join this boy’s club of yours?’

‘Yeah, we’ll allow it. We’re feeling generous, right Sawyer?’

Their son looked up at them and made a sound that was a mix between a growl and a roar.

‘See? We both want you to come.’

‘Okay you’ve twisted my arm. I’ll play with you.’

He leaned in, kissed the side of her neck, lips moving to her ear. ‘We’ll run now, but you and I can play later, after Sawyer’s tucked up in bed.’

He cupped her face and brushed his lips across hers.

‘Come on, Daddy,’ Sawyer called. He’d shifted, watching them with his little face screwed up. ‘There’s no time for kissing.’

Gabe laughed and swatted her ass before he shifted back to his beast, and trotted off to wait with Sawyer who had already shifted back. She did the same and ran out to join them in the field. Gabe bumped her shoulder with his own in welcome and Sawyer sprang out of nowhere, giving her a nudge as well before pouncing on his father’s tail again then tearing off ahead.

They didn’t need the ability to speak, didn’t need trivial words, they just needed to look at each other and they
knew
. Nothing could ever come between them again. Their love was absolute, unbreakable.