A Mate's Revenge(28)

She kissed his chest, rubbing her cheek against his pebbled nipple. “Didn’t you say you wanted to take your time?”

She inched downward.

“Well, I do too.”

And farther. Was she doing what he thought she was doing? The mere idea made him feverish. Lower she went, dragging her lips and hands along the way until his erection bobbed in her vision. Cael clenched the sheets in his fist. If she put his cock in her luscious mouth, he’d rip the damn things.

She took him in one hand, and shit, he was wound too tight for this. Her touch felt too good. Bending, her damp blond strands fell over his tensed abs as she ran the tip of her tongue around his head.

Pleasure like nothing he’d ever had before, ripped through him. His wolf bowed to her. His alpha wolf surrendered completely. He was hers. Hook, line, and motherfucking sinker.

Then she did it. She parted those pouty lips and took him in.

Cael’s eyes rolled back in his head.

Mine. His wolf roared, and he agreed.

He placed a shaky hand on her head to stop the torturously slow rhythm she’d created. “I need to be inside you now.”

She slowly crawled back up his body until she straddled his waist. Too slow. He’d die if he didn’t find home soon. Isabesh braced her hands on Cael’s chest and rocked upward to taunt him more, but the hunger in her eyes told him she needed him buried deep inside just as bad as he did.

He effortlessly lifted her hips, placing her at the tip of his erection. All she had to do was take him. She rocked down and her breath caught as the first of him slid inside. Cael clenched his jaw, determined to let her have her way. She lowered herself, taking all of him, and the resulting growl split the room. His fingers gripped her ass, urging her to move.

“Amazing,” she whispered. “This is…”

Cael watched her breasts as she found a rhythm. The tips jutted out, demanding his attention. He leaned up to suck one into his mouth, and was gifted with a guttural moan.

Oh, yes. Oh, fucking yes. She was close again. He could feel her tightening around him.

“My wolf,” she purred. “Cael, my wolf, she…”

“What?”

“She’s insatiable. She’s…”

With his thumb, he found her most sensitive spot, applying pressure while she continued working her hips.

Her orgasm ripped through them both. She cried out, tensing, but Cael grabbed her hips and took over the thrusting, arching up to meet her halfway. He saw stars as she convulsed around him.

But he wasn’t ready to be done.

As he sat up, her legs wrapped around his waist and he flipped the script again. The bed bounced as she landed on her back with him still deep inside her.

With one hand, he held her arms above her head, putting her breasts in the perfect position for his undivided attention. He sucked a nipple as he thrust hard and fast, his back flexing and tightening.

“Cael,” she breathed, looking almost distraught.

“Yeah, baby.”

“I never want this to end.” He thrust harder. Had to brand her again. Every night from now on. “Never… want this to… end.” She tossed her head back and forth, lost in ecstasy.

With a great roar, he released, giving her wolf everything he had. His past, his present, and his future. His love, his adoration, and his honor.





Chapter Eleven


Besh lay draped over Cael’s chest. He’d been quiet for hours, but he was still awake. His hand swept leisurely up and down her back, pausing sporadically to trace circles on her shoulder.

She had her closure, and she had her new beginning. She’d never felt so complete, so fulfilled. But she wondered, did he feel the same?

She rubbed her cheek on his strong chest, drawing in his scent. “What do we do now?”

Cael sighed long and heavy. “In the morning we’ll leave, walk to an area where I can use my phone and I’ll call someone to come get us.”

“Do you think Vesh is safe?”

His hand stopped stroking her back. “If he is, he won’t be when I find him.” His harsh tone sent a chill up her spine.

“He wouldn’t have let him go without a good reason. You must know that. Besides, you said Avan wants to be alpha? She wouldn’t have let him live.”

“She does.”

Besh worried for her brother, but she had faith in him too. He was the strongest person she knew. Brave and smart. Something must have happened.

She chewed her lip, her mind running through possibilities. “A female alpha. And you plan to let her have Ozarka? Why not unite the packs instead?”

“Too much bad blood. The packs need to remain separate. It’s what’s best for Ozarka.”

Good for the pack. The Elder had said…