How To Lose A Wolf: Holiday Story (Move Over Fate Book 4)

by Michelle Ziegler

  "And, who told you I was taken and why would you believe them?"

  "I don't know. Because. I mean, I thought I could trust her," he said. His eyes seemed to try to stay focused on her face, but failed. His dick harder as his eyes roamed over her curves. Until now that might have made her self-conscious. For once in her life though, she enjoyed her body and the way he seemed to feast on her nakedness.

  "Your mother no doubt?"

  He shrugged.

  "Yeah." She paused in front of him. "I don't need a matchmaker to tell me that you're the one meant for me."

  He swallowed.

  "Now that you know you were mislead, Tristan, tell me you think I'm wrong for you."

  Without another breath his lips were on hers and he was backing her into a tree, pressing her back against the strong surface.

  He pulled away, but she had no air left to cry out at his retreat.

  "You're not wrong. And I'm sorry."

  She didn't need anything else now. Just him.

  He mashed his lips into hers again. His hands gripped around her wrists, bringing them over her head, locking them against the tree.

  She pushed against him, rubbing against his dick. Praying he got the hint soon. Maybe it had taken him two years to claim his own balls from his mother, but she'd been ready for what seemed like forever. Now was not the time to be gentle or patient. No. She wasn't patient.

  Arching her back, she tried to be as clear as possible.

  A smile crossed his lips as he slowed his kissing. Pulling away, he flashed her a cheshire cat grin.

  "What the hell, Tristan. I'm throwing myself at you."

  Gripping both of her wrists in one hand, he ran a finger of his free hand down her cheek. She snapped at it as he grazed her chin, heading down her throat, to her chest. Tristan stopped to cup her breast. Groaning, a heat pooled in her belly.

  "Tristan, please."

  His hand released its current plunder and ran down her hip, moving inward. She shuddered as the warmth of his touch neared the vee of her thighs.

  "Have you really waited for me all this time?"

  She couldn't answer him, not with her own voice, so she nodded.

  His finger slipped between her folds, sliding along her slick heat. She nearly came as his fingers pressed against her opening. Circling her entrance, pressing into her.

  Her legs shook as all her dreams finally started to take shape.

  "Paige, tell me you're mine. Tell me I've been an idiot all this time."

  Wait, what?

  "Idiot. Sure. Yes. Don't stop."

  He worked her, readying her. Her body relaxing, muscles stretching as he added another finger. She couldn't focus.

  "Tell me, Paige." His voice closer to her ear, the words a soft heat against her ear. "Tell me you're mine."

  Nothing else made any sense except one word. "Yours."

  Releasing her hands, he gripped behind her thighs and lifted her. The pressure of his dick pressed against her as he positioned her over his long hard shaft, slowly sliding her down onto him. She moaned as her muscles stretched, burning in a needed desperate release. Biting her lip, she quieted her own desperate cries.

  "Yours," she repeated.

  Just when she didn't think her body could take in anymore, he slowly retreated.

  A squeak of protest was all she could muster before his lips claimed her mouth again and swallowed her next moan as he thrust into her. At first he was slow, tender. She needed more. So much more.

  As if he was already in her head, connected, he knew her. Meeting the need, he set a new tempo. One to match the beat of their hearts, the blood thrumming through her.

  Faster and faster.

  A new sensation she'd never felt, a coil of desire squeezing tighter and tighter.

  "Tristan," she whispered over and over until even that was too much.

  She began to quake, the muscles between her legs began to pulse around him.

  She couldn't, or could she? She didn't know. Paige whimpered, and right as she fully went over the edge without a way back, he gripped her hair and tilted her neck. The moment his own body began to spill into her, he bit into the soft flesh of her neck and the sound of his voice filled her head.

  Mine.

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  Tristan let himself the freedoms of a mated male. A mated male who adored his female. His hands gripped her ass as he moved her against his spent dick. She shivered again.

  Yes, this is exactly what he'd been trying to find for the better part of two years.

  Leaning forward, Tristan rested his forehead against hers.

  "Mine," he said.

  She tried to say something back, but it was a puff of air. Instead, he heard her in his mind.

  Yours.

  For once he'd done exactly what he'd wanted. His dick was readying itself for round two. He wiggled inside of her.

  "Oh."

  A smile crossed his face at her surprise.

  "You have to know that when a male finds his mate, there's no stopping him. Right?"

  She giggled.

  "I. Well, I've heard. I just assumed it was a myth."

  Gently, he thrust into her. "Not, a myth."

  Her next words came out breathy. "No, not a myth."

  His tongue darted out and licked at her earlobe. He kissed a trail down her jaw line, then to her throat, next to the new mark already healing. He smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  "I'm yours now. Do as you will," she said.

  He didn't need encouragement, but it didn't hurt. So he did exactly that. He would do exactly as he liked and make his mate the happiest female there ever was. Tristan had two years of heartbreak to make up for. He'd fucked up, and he needed to make her forget.

  The connection between them was new, but he could feel her. Feel her desires. Feel the need.

  Yes. He'd do what he willed and all he wanted was to see her coming over and over for him.

  Tristan grew hard again at the scent of her desire.

  "Paige, you know I didn't want to leave? You know I left for you."

  Her eyes closed as he shifted, pushing in a little further. Reminding her that she was at his will.

  "Whatever you say, Tristan."

  He kissed her as he pulled out and then slowly thrust back in. She moaned.

  "I thought you weren't meant for me."

  Now though, he would prove she was made for only him. Over and over and over.

  He slid out and then back in, setting a slow tempo. They had time now; he had forever to show her how much she meant to him.

  * * *

  "Tristan, I can't go in there."

  He looked back at her, stopped dead at the driveway.

  "Yes, you can. She isn't on the elders' council anymore. She can't do anything to you, or me."

  Paige faltered.

  “You're my mate. She can't do anything to hurt you without hurting me.”

  Paige nibbled her lip. He couldn't help himself and pulled her in, kissing away the worry.

  "My brother's in there with his mate. They get it. Don't worry."

  Paige stepped forward, and Tristan held her hand tightly. Not that he was too worried she'd run. Or maybe he was.

  They climbed the steps up to the rustic cabin-style home that his mother kept in perfect order. Tristan's dad was more the beta to this family, always had been. Tired of fighting with their mom, he stayed out of the way. So, that meant Tristan wasn't getting any help on this announcement.

  Reaching out for the door, he paused and wondered if maybe he should knock. For the first time in his life, Tristan wasn't sure about his mother.

  "Now who's scared?" Paige asked. She squeezed his hand and came closer, gripping his bicep in a hug.

  "Let's get this over with.” Paige's voice fortified his choice. He wouldn't live another day without her and now, he didn't have to regardless of what his mother said. Matriarch or not, he didn't care. He'd mated the woman he'd pined over for the last two year
s.

  No, Tristan had mated the woman he should have mated in the first place. God, why was being miserable the key to him growing a backbone against his mother?

  Pushing the heavy door open, they stepped in. Tristan could feel the caution rolling off of Paige as she slowly entered.

  "Well, well, well. Look who returned."

  Tristan's wolf growled. Mother or not, he had no issue defending his mate.

  "Mother, why wouldn't I return?"

  Hands on hips, she tried the same old intimidation tactic she'd pulled on everyone in the pack for years.

  "I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about her."

  Tristan stood between the two of them. "Yes, Mom. You remember Paige. My mate."

  At that moment he'd really wished for a camera to remember the day his mother's stone exterior cracked. He didn't think it was because she grew a heart either.

  "You did not!" she screamed.

  "Tell me, Mother. Why does it matter? What has she ever done?"

  A silence so thick he could practically taste the tension filled the hall.

  "Her mother," was all his mother said.

  Right. That wasn't an explanation.

  "What about her mother?" he asked.

  She shrugged.

  "She mated the man I was supposed to be with. Nothing important, I suppose."

  They watched as his mother walked away as if nothing had happened.

  What the hell?

  "Wait a fucking minute," he said.

  "Tristan, don't you dare use that tone with me." His mother stopped.

  Paige came up behind him, wrapping him in a hug.

  "You stole the last two years of my life over your own broken heart?"

  His mother's eyes narrowed.

  "Like mother, like daughter. I wanted to protect you from her before she broke your heart. And, to be fair. I had heard from the council that her family was looking at having the pack matchmaker find her a proper mate."

  Tristan ground his molars. "What the hell does that mean? Why am I not a proper mate? I can provide for her. I love her. There isn't anything else."

  He'd never seen his mother ever look weak. In fact, he couldn't remember her smiling. Maybe she had, but in her mind emotion was weakness and it had driven his entire life.

  "Mother. For the first time in your life try to remember that not everyone can be a robot like you. The one thing about Paige is she's never hidden her feelings and you're the only reason I've ever doubted her or myself. I quit. Just thought you should know that I won't be back. Not until she's welcome."

  He turned, pushing Paige in front of him towards the door.

  "Wait."

  They both stopped, but he didn't bother turning.

  "You're right. I never really got over what happened, but that's my issue. I just wanted my son to have better. To never feel what I felt. Go enjoy the evening. You have my blessing. When you're ready, we can have a proper ceremony to celebrate."

  He grunted a response. It would take a lot more than this. A lot more to forget two years.

  "And Paige?" his mother said.

  Paige glanced over her shoulder as Tristan gripped her around her hips. Protecting her.

  "For what it's worth, I'm sorry."

  Paige nodded and Tristan had no idea what was really going through her head, not that he couldn't hear her thought. He just didn't understand how something so small like a damn apology could make it all seem okay.

  As they stepped out on the porch Tristan struggled. Anger seethed through him like a parasite looking for its way out.

  A calm surrounded him as Paige looked up into his eyes.

  Let it go.

  He met his mate's gaze.

  "What?"

  She smiled. "Let it go. Your mom. Let the anger go. A broken heart can make anyone do bad things for good and bad reasons."

  His eyes narrowed. "She put both of us through so much pain. Why are you okay with that?"

  A finger trailed down his jaw, running over his lower lip. His pants tightened. Well, hell. If she kept touching him, anywhere apparently, he'd forget damn near anything.

  "She did. But not anymore. So, how about you take me out on a date? It is Valentine’s day after all."

  A smile crossed his lips. "Fine. Let's go out. I have one condition."

  The feel of her in his arms, a feeling of home, a calming salve to the anger he'd held on to for far too long.

  "What's the condition?"

  He smirked. "You're dessert."

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