I shook my head as my eyes widened at the thought. “No! Not at all!” I clambered onto my knees, not stopping until I straddled him again. I lowered myself so my tits were against his chest, my elbows on the ground beside his head, not letting him look away without registering how much I trusted him with me and my body.
My perfections and imperfections.
“It was instinctive. A defensive maneuver, to be honest, even though I know Ethan and Eli are just like you, I’ll still do it.”
“Why?”
“Because my she-wolf insisted.”
And just like that, his concern whispered away on the wind. “Ah.”
His acceptance, so immediate, had me blinking at him. But it was the truth. I hadn’t fed him a lie. That part of me I’d discovered earlier, the part that was able to growl deep in my soul, and who had feelings and thoughts and urges, was the one behind that ‘scan.’ Because me? I didn’t have a damn clue where to start with my powers, never mind do something I sensed was advanced.
I bit my lip, relieved at his acceptance. So relieved, in fact, that I dropped my head to his and pushed our foreheads together.
I sighed, letting it brush over his lips. “Thank you.”
“For what?” His brow furrowed in genuine confusion.
“For not getting mad at me.”
“I wasn’t mad.”
“What were you then?”
He snorted. “Confused. I had all these thoughts in my head, and they weren’t mine. I didn’t know where the fuck we were, but then, all of a sudden, I’m doing weird shit and thinking weird shit?” His eyes flared wide like the memory was too real. “It was surreal, and I’m just glad those thoughts weren’t like, I don’t know, burrowed away in my head or something.”
“No, they were my memories,” I assured him.
“How did you do that?”
“I don’t know.” I wasn’t lying, and the deepening of the furrow in his brow confirmed he knew I wasn’t.
I reached up and traced the furrow, gently lining it with my fingertip, before I trailed it up to his hairline.
“You’re more powerful than we expected,” he said softly, “but then, why wouldn’t you be when you unite an alpha and a beta together?”
“And you,” I inserted.
He shrugged. “I’m nobody.”
I shook my head, annoyed. “Don’t say that! That’s so wrong.”
His nose crinkled. “I’m not, love. That’s okay—”
“No, it isn’t. Eli says he’s putting you on the council.”
“I don’t think that will work.” A sigh gusted from him. “He can start the ball rolling, which he has, but he can’t make a place on the council. That’s something the entire pack has to agree with, and honestly, that’s not going to be easy. If he wanted to create a space for Brandon, then I figure the pack would allow that. But with Ethan on there already, and then the fact that I’m a twin—”
“This twin shit is really pissing me off. What the hell is wrong with these people? There’s nothing wrong with being a twin!”
“It’s a cultural thing,” he replied softly. Sadly.
So fucking sadly that I wanted to scream.
Either that or sob on his behalf.
I didn’t like it, not one bit, and I sure as hell didn’t like that he was thinking of himself as some kind of poor relative.
There was nothing I could do about that, nothing I could do to change his opinion of himself immediately, but I was so grateful that I’d come here first with him. That we had this time together before the others. If he thought less of himself, then I needed him to know that I didn’t feel the same way.
I pushed my forehead into his again, then muttered, “You can think you’re not as strong as Ethan and Eli, but I don’t agree. You’re not just the reserve mate here, Austin. You know that, don’t you?”
His hands moved to my back, sliding over the gentle slope of it. “I’m okay with being lesser,” he told me, and his cheeky voice put me on edge.
I squinted up at him, leaning up slightly to peer at him. “Huh?”
He grinned. “Means I get more time with you.” His hands squeezed my butt, and I laughed, giggling with him as he rolled me over.
“You like tumbling about on the forest floor, don’t you?” I chided, well aware I had to look like a real mess, what with leaves in my hair and after what he’d done to it when he’d grabbed chunks of it to watch what I was doing to his dick earlier.
“Yeah,” he admitted, no ounce of shame in the admission.
Not that there needed to be any shame in his words, but still, it amused me.
He was as playful in sex as he was in life.
It fit him.
It fit us.
The us we’d be when it was just me and him.
I saw that now. This time together merely confirmed it.
“This is going to happen with each of them, isn’t it?” he asked, like he was thinking on the same track as me.
“Can you read my thoughts here?”
He shook his head. “Surprisingly, no. Not like back where we’re—”
“From? It does feel like that, doesn’t it?”
He hummed. “Another dimension, but that makes it sound like we’re on an episode of Star Trek or something.”
I grinned at him. “You like Star Trek?”
“Don’t tell Ethan. He gives me shit over it.”
I snorted. “You know Next Gen is on Netflix, don’t you?”
His eyes twinkled. “You like it?”
I fucking loved that twinkle. “I love it.” Not as much as the twinkle, but there you go. Some things a woman had to keep to herself.
“We can watch it together. I haven’t watched the last season yet.”
“How come?”
He shrugged. “It’s stupid.”
“Nothing’s stupid.”
His nose crinkled. “Mom, although…I guess she wasn’t actually, but Rebekkah died that year.” He blew out a breath. “And that time was crazy. Not nice. I remembered that coming to an end, and it just made me sad, so I avoided it.”
“Do you want to avoid it forever or watch it together?” I questioned softly, pleased he’d shared that with me.
“No, we can watch it together.” His grin made a swift appearance. “After we’ve binge watched the other seasons.”
I laughed. “You got it.”
He stared down at me with such love in his eyes that it made me feel like I was glowing with it. Like that feeling had an energy, and it was blanketing every part of me.
Maybe, in this place, wherever this place was, love did have an energy.
I hummed at the thought, and said, “I’m glad we have this time together.”
He ran his nose along mine. “Me too.” He sighed as he began to press kisses to the line of my chin, down to my jaw and up to my ear. I felt his dick harden against me, and the pressure made me squirm.
Kali Sara, that felt good.
He was a thick and heavy presence against my belly, and it was such a delight to feel all of him—his muscles, the heat and power of him—that I let my arms drift up and over his shoulders.
When I dug my nails into him, then raked them down his spine, he grunted at the sensation and rocked his hips, digging his shaft harder into the softness of my belly.
In the face of an Adonis like him, I’d thought I’d be a little embarrassed by my body. By no state of anyone’s imagination was I a gorgeous supermodel. I had stretch marks on my belly, my butt wasn’t as nice as it should be, considering how much exercise I had to do in the form of hard work around the carnival—someone had to clean that damn place, and it usually fell to the female acts… Chauvinism wasn’t dead in Ollywood—and my body was just, well, blah to the average man who was used to pneumatic porn stars.
I’d never been ashamed of it, aside from as a teen when I’d always been faintly embarrassed by the size of my breasts, but I was proud of the marks that were proof I’d carried a child, proud of the c
urves and the scars. I knew I was beautiful, even as I’d known I was no Giselle Bündchen. But here? Now?
I felt like a woman worthy of her Adonis.
I was proud of every inch of me. Unashamed of my nudity, loving that he reveled in it as much as I reveled in his hard form, the muscles that were delineated, cut out by a master carver for my enjoyment.
I shuddered as his tongue traced over my earlobe, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge. For some reason, that had my she-wolf coming out to party.
I could feel her inside me, like another energy that was alien and yet mine at the same time.
She didn’t try to overtake me, didn’t do anything other than hover there, apparently enjoying Austin’s ministrations as much as I was.
It was then, at that moment, that I sensed his wolf, and I swear, that was the most surreal experience of my life.
It beat everything that had happened thus far. Everything from being able to make Austin experience my father’s rages to being in another place, another dimension or whatever the heck this was. Feeling his wolf emerge?
Epic.
Crazy, but epic.
I shivered as his moves suddenly had a different edge to them.
Not nasty, just harder.
He was a little more aggressive.
Instead of tracing my earlobe with his tongue, he nipped it. Hard enough to hurt, but the pain was absorbed by the she-wolf, and it had me rocking my butt into the earth, even as my back arched with the pleasure of it.
I moaned, and my hands came up, spearing through his hair pretty much like his had done earlier, and when I stroked him, when my nails scored over his scalp, he growled.
The sound had me freezing.
Every part of me tensed up in a way that was my she-wolf’s visceral response to—
Shit.
She loved it.
I could feel it.
She loved that he was dominant.
She loved that he was powerful.
I felt her emotions, felt her arousal, and I absorbed it into me. I let her take control of me, not because I had no option, but because she was loving every second of this.
He nipped at me, sensing my enjoyment, my pleasure, his wolf detecting mine, and I groaned as he began to nibble and nip the curvy flesh of my breast, not stopping until he came to my nipple. He sucked on it. Hard. Harder than I knew a playful man like Austin would ever touch me, and that was proof he wasn’t in charge either.
Just like I wasn’t.
This was the wolves’ time, and they weren’t afraid to go exploring.
He bit the tip of my nipple, raking the nub with a ferociousness that had my pussy turning molten with heat. Every nip and bite, every tug connected deep into my core, and I was thrashing by the time he got to my other nipple.
I widened my legs, sliding them around his hips and curving into him so his dick was pushing into my soft heat.
I was so wet that I could taste the scent of my arousal in the air, and as gross as that sounded, it wasn’t. I felt his response to it. His muscles were harder, his body, already strong and powerful, grew tense, watchful, like he was sensing my readiness, trying to discern, by scent and taste alone if I was prepared to take him.
He moved down, apparently deciding I wasn’t, and though I was disappointed because I needed to feel him slide into me, I groaned with delight when he began to trace shapes over my belly.
When I realized what those shapes were? I didn’t die of mortification, instead, I melted into a puddle on the ground as he licked my stretch marks. They’d disappeared into faint white lines that glimmered like silver in certain lights, no longer the thick red tracks of before, but the pressure of his tongue there made me want him even more.
As he accepted every part of me, enjoying every part too, I braced myself for his end destination.
When he got there?
I pretty much felt like dying on the spot.
His tongue against my clit was like heaven and hell combined as he explored me, traced me, took me into him, sucked me down, and slurped me up.
He teased my folds, thrust his tongue into my pussy, and fucked me with the lithe muscle that was so much smaller than his cock, it was laughable. If he thought that was going to prepare me for being invaded, he was insane, but I appreciated it because whenever he moaned at the taste of me, as he sampled my juices, the vibrations made me surge toward the road to release.
I’d stopped holding his hair because I was terrified I’d pull chunks out. I had a strength in me that was alien, one that throbbed through my bones, surged into my muscles, and I didn’t want to hurt him. So, instead, I dug my fingers into the soil, and when I did that?
Everything was turbocharged a thousand-fold.
I came.
I had no alternative but to do so. It exploded through me. Tearing me out of this already strange new world and into the next as I fucking soared in the sky, flying high with the angels as he took me to the stars and back.
My eyes were blind as I flew, as I was decimated by his gift to me, and I screamed, free in my pleasure, free to shatter however I goddamn wanted. I was so fucking liberated at that moment that I just shrieked like a banshee as I explored the climax he gave me.
And then?
He compounded it.
He made it go on and on and on, all while I was still blind to everything as he thrust into me.
He was big.
He was hard.
He was too big.
He was too hard.
He was perfect.
I felt like I was dying now for real. Choking on his cock, on just how perfect it was, how perfect he was.
I started sobbing with how wonderful it felt. With how glorious the connection between us was.
Curling into him, I raised my arms from the ground and moved my dirty fingers onto his back, holding him close as his cheek brushed against mine, as we hurdled together toward a finish line that would kill the both of us—I felt sure of that.
But what a way to fucking go.
When his seed burst into me, pummeling me with his heat and potency, I sobbed again as the release hit me at the same time. I cried out, howled out my joy, my delight, my need, and my desire for this man.
For my mate.
I felt him grow harder, thicker, impossibly so. My eyes widened, every part of me tensed up as I felt him…
No.
That wasn’t possible.
Then I heard him as my sight returned to me, and his whispers were soft, hushed, but comforting. “It’s just the knot,” he rumbled, his lips moving over my cheek, and I knew he was tasting my tears. Taking me into him.
I moaned as the knot, something that I’d only read about before but hadn’t imagined was possible, lodged in thick and fast. He was bigger than before, and that had already been too thick for me to take. But the heat of him?
Nothing like earlier.
I felt like he was going to melt me down into bone and blood with the power of the moment, and then he nipped my earlobe, and I sensed his wolf again as he growled, “Own this moment, mate.”
I blinked, dazed and disoriented, unsure what was happening, confused with what was going down in my body, but he grounded me.
Like I knew he would forever.
I rolled my head to the side, stared up at him, and saw the wolf in his eyes, even though it was in the background again, just as my she-wolf was, and I stared at him a little stunned.
“It feels weird.”
“It’s yours. Proof.”
“Proof?” I repeated dumbly. “Of what?”
“That I belong to you.”
My mouth turned dry. My tongue thick. “Huh?”
“I belong to you,” he repeated. “Nothing and no one can tear us asunder. Do you understand?”
I blinked, feeling the intensity of that knot, and whispered, “It hurts.”
“It does now.” He rubbed his nose over mine, then nuzzled my temple, touching and comforting as the knot
started to pulse.
A strangled cry escaped me at the sensation, and I rasped, “Are you doing that?”
“No,” he muttered huskily. “I have as much control over this as you do, my love.”
My love?
Oh, God.
Kali Sara!
What on earth was this man doing to me?
“You love me?”
“Can’t you feel it?” he whispered against my lips. “I was born to be yours. I was born for my heart to hold yours.”
If I’d been crying before, that was nothing compared to now. He was a big fat blur amid my tears, and when he kissed my eyelids, his tongue tracing underneath where the tears gathered, I didn’t shove him away.
It was a deeply personal, intimate gesture, but what wasn’t here?
He was attached to me somehow, deep inside, and he was throbbing worse than the best vibrator I’d ever had.
I rocked my hips at just how hard the pulsations were, and the emotional tears turned to glazed distress as my body began to process what his was doing to me.
“I-I can’t,” I muttered thickly, knowing what his body demanded of mine, unsure if I could even give it to him.
“Yes, you can,” he rumbled, his teeth moving to my lips and gnawing on the bottom one until I parted my mouth, letting him in.
He explored me, tracing here and there, tangling with mine, as I absorbed the kiss, the vibrations, the pleasure, and the pressure.
I could feel it building, and it made me roll into him, harder, faster, my breath bursting out of me only for him to swallow.
I felt inundated, overwhelmed, faintly daunted by what I was going through, and then it happened, and it made my orgasm of moments before, the sheer mind-blowing power of it, fade away into memory as I came.
This time, I had nothing to do with it.
My she-wolf claimed this moment, took it into her, absorbed it.
Took his claiming.
Made him ours.
Made us his.
I was Austin’s like I’d never been anyone else’s before. He owned me more than I did, and the crazy thing?
As his knot pulsed, I could feel him. He was there. Inside me. That bright orange light no longer just behind my eyes, but bouncing around my body.
He was a heavy, solid presence in my soul.
And I heard him too.
“She’s so fucking beautiful,” he thought. “She feels like fucking heaven.”
WOLF CHILD: A PNR RH Romance (The Year of the Wolf Book 1) Page 18
