Chapter Fifteen
Charlotte woke up and tried to run a hand over her eyes. Her hand wouldn’t move. Cuffs chained her hand to the bed. The light shining through the windows told her it was morning.
She rattled the metal and pulled at her wrist. Nothing got her free. She slumped down on the bed. She was pissed off. The blanket had rolled off her and she saw the evidence of their ferocious lovemaking the night before. They hadn’t even showered. The other problem, she needed to pee.
“Micah!” she screamed. Footsteps outside her bedroom made her take a calming breath. She heard the sounds of chains being moved.
The next minute Micah stood in the doorway.
“How pissed off are you?”
“I’m chained to a bed, and I need to go to the bathroom.”
Micah unlocked the cuff and told her about the problems of the full moon. Charlotte didn’t attack him. She was touched that he cared so much to keep her safe. Her arms circled round his neck.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
In that moment, locked in his arms, Charlotte knew in her heart she was in love. Micah was such a lovely, wonderful, amazing man. A bit possessive at times, but she loved him with all of her heart.
She didn’t say anything. They’d only been together a short time, and she didn’t want to spoil it in case he didn’t feel the same way.
Micah took her to the shower and cared for her. She loved the attention he bestowed on her, and for the next two nights, she let him lock her in the room. In the morning, he would return and care for her once again. She stared out of the window and wondered what he was doing. If he would be missing her.
Charlotte made a choice. Come the next full moon, she’d fulfill the pact so she could run with the rest of her pack.#p#分页标题#e#
Chapter Sixteen
The days progressed, and Charlotte cooked for the pack and helped out at the bar with Micah. She liked being with everyone and surrounded by friendly faces. Micah saw a change in his mate. He kept looking at her belly for signs of a baby. Every time he spilled his cum inside her, he begged for a child. Anything to hold her to him for longer. The more time they spent together, the more desperate he’d become to claim her. Another full moon wasn’t far away, and he feared the beast more than ever. The other men in his pack were getting restless. They viewed her as a queen and the mate of their alpha. However, her scent changed throughout the day. She would always smell of him, but it would weaken with time. The only way to solidify his right would be to take her.
How would she feel to be taken in front of his pack? He hadn’t told her the entire truth about the claiming. Micah knew he’d have to tell her the complete claiming. He’d not only have to take her in front of his pack but he would have to take her anally. It was the way the claiming had been performed for centuries.
Micah used their time to press against that sweet little rose, but his cock was much bigger than a finger or a thumb. How he would get past the claiming he didn’t know. Their relationship was going so well, he didn’t want to upset her. He heard her come back into the sitting room. The movie was on a pause.
“I don’t understand what her problem is. She keeps bumping into me and growling at me when I pass. It’s like I’ve got some horrid disease or something. I don’t, do I?” Charlotte asked, picking up a bowl of cheesy snacks and carrying them over to the couch.
“What?” Micah had been so busy watching her tits bounce as she walked he hadn’t bothered listening.
“Misty. She’s always pushing out at me. Do I have a nasty scent?”
Guilt clawed at him. Misty had been the constant woman, one of the females of his pack who he’d used to release his energy into. This was before Charlotte had entered his life. Clearly, Misty felt she had a prior claim over him. He didn’t have the first clue what to say.
“Maybe it’s that time of the month,” he suggested instead. He knew in his heart if he were to tell her why Misty was being such a bitch, it would break Charlotte’s heart. She hadn’t been with him long, and he wanted her dependent on him. Micah wanted her to be thinking about him. When it came to the pack, he wanted to be the one to handle them. Not her. He wanted her to remain the sweet woman he’d come to adore. Their mating was intended for life. Just because he’d had a sex life before she became his world didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt her. Especially with him being her first.
“That can’t be it. Unless you’re telling me wolf women have a period three weeks in a row?”