The Mate Mistake(The Woolven Secret 3)(46)

"You can't possibly..."

He took quick stock of himself before making a promise he couldn't keep. "I can always, actually, but that's not what this is about."

She allowed him to pull her on top of him and she kept holding his face, nose to nose. While with anyone else, he'd have thought it silly, with her it was something else entirely.

"What's it about then?"

"You. Me. Forever."

"Parker," she began.

"For. Fucking. Ever." He nodded. "That doesn't mean you don't do what you need to do. It doesn't mean I don't do what I need to do. It just means that you are mine. I am yours. That is true whether you're here at Aphelion or with the Asakku murder."

Her eyes blooded again. "Shit, stop making me cry."

"Yep, that's my special power. Making women cry." He flashed her another grin. "I guess it's just what I do."

"I've had enough of crying."

"Good. You should stop."

"Why?"

"Because if something makes you cry, it makes me want to kill it. I'm still recuperating. Have some pity on a brave wolf."

"A brave wolf? I stand by my earlier a statement. A dumbass wolf."

"And I stand by mine. I’m your dumbass."

He grabbed her and flipped her so that she was on her back. The sudden movement made his head throb and his whole body feel like he was swimming in razor blades, but he didn't care.

She searched his face. "You're really okay?"

"I'm really okay. My whole body hurts, but I'm obviously going to live. I seem to remember this dream, and I need you to tell me if it was real."

"Okay," she agreed.

"You held my heart in your hands and you made it beat for you."

"That happened."

"You were covered in blood."

"That happened to. I killed a lot of people that day."

"You were so beautiful." Yeah, his woman covered in fury, blood, and victory made his cock so hard for her.

"You're twisted."

"Very." He kissed her neck.

"Oh no, we're not having any of that."

"Why not?" He realized he sounded like a kid who'd been told he couldn't have another sweet, but that's what she was. The ultimate sweet and he needed her on his tongue. Needed her taste. Needed her to nourish him while he filled her.

"Because you're still healing."

"I'll heal better with your touch."

"I am touching you."

"You know what I mean. It's a mate bond."

She narrowed her eyes again. "Parker Woolven, is that a bullshit story you tell all the girls to get them on their backs?"

"I don't usually have to tell any stories to get a woman on her back. And correction, I already have you on your back. I just need you to spread those gorgeous legs so I can have that life-giving ambrosia from those sweet petals." He licked his lips.

"Sweet petals?" She snorted. "Life giving ambrosia? Please."

"You forget, my lovely, I can smell your desire. And you're thinking about it." He lifted his nose to the air. "Yeah, you're thinking about it hard."

"So are you." She licked her lips. "Hard, that is. But it'll have to wait. Your brother said—"

"My brother," he said as he slid down her body, "will just have to understand. He's Alpha out there, but in here, I'm the only wolf that has a say."

She laughed. "Parker, really, we..."

He had his hands beneath her t-shirt and his mouth on the soft flesh of her belly.

She sighed and eased her legs apart.

"Really, there's nothing more life-affirming than sex."

"You think sex is the answer to everything," she said, tunneling her fingers through his hair.

"Tell, what can't it fix?" He pressed a kiss to her skin. Goddess, but she tasted like sin and redemption all at once.

"What can it fix?" she countered.

He peeled her panties from her hips and tugged them down her sun-kissed legs. "It spark a fire that will burn long into the void. It eases loneliness. Sorrow. And it just feels so fucking good."

Parker didn't wait for her answer before he licked her. Yeah, sex was the cure for everything. Every part of him felt better.

He'd always laughed at other males he knew who seemed to act like a vagina could be magic, although he supposed a female's body could be a kind of magic. It could do so many wondrous things.

This woman and her vagina—they were both magic.

He wanted to tell her, but he knew she'd laugh at him. He kind of wanted to laugh at himself, but it didn't change what he felt.

So he tried to show her.

With pleasure.

He loved how she tasted. The sounds of pleasure she made when he flicked his tongue over the edge of her clit. He wanted to bury himself inside of her, not just his cock in her pussy, but his essence. He wanted to drown in everything that was her.