Wolfe's Den (Wolfe Creek Book 1)(9)

"Someone's testy. I thought after last night you'd be in a happy mood. I hear men are only grumpy when they're not getting any."

"It's not that, but I would've expected you to be running for the hills  from me or thinking I'm nutty. Instead you're clawing at my chest and  tempting me to fuck you so damn hard right now."

"I can't help it. I've been dreaming of you for six months. You've  become all I think about, and in some odd twist of events those dreams  were just fate stepping in. All this time I was starting to think I was  losing my mind, so it's nice to know I'm not crazy. So what does that  mean for us? What happens next?" I continued to caress his furry chest.  He had the body that was all muscle and sinew, and I wanted to just  touch it. For some reason the more I touched him, the more excited I  got. It didn't help that he was touching me, too. I could feel his big  dick poking and smacking my ass as he carried me.                       
       
           



       

"The truth?" he asked. I gave a simple nod. "I don't know what is to  come for us. Our relationship is rare. There have only been a handful of  human mates in our history throughout the packs. All I know is that you  and I are fated to be together for life."

"For life?" I was shocked by his words. Being his forever made my heart jump circles.

Suddenly I felt pain in my chest, but it wasn't from me. I looked up at  him and he asked with a bit of worry marring his brow, "Does that sound  unappealing?"

"Not at all. It's simply strange. I feel like I know you and yet we only met last night as we made love."

"It's because you were meant for me," he growled before taking my mouth with his.

Once he pulled his mouth away from me, he set me down on my feet to  start the shower. I felt the loss of his touch immediately. Something  strange was happening to my body, so I asked him what he knew about it.

"I don't know if what I'm feeling is real or just in my imagination … "

He stopped me right there. "Don't say you don't feel anything for me, please don't. I won't be able to handle it."

"That's not what I was going to say at all. Hunter, I feel like I can  sense your emotions as though they're my own. Your worry and pain, I  just felt it."

"Really? I don't know if I can sense your emotions. All I feel is a bit  of worry and a shit ton of fucking happiness. Try to get mad at me."

"You're a man, that should be easy," I teased. I narrowed my eyes at him  and thought of him with another woman. My heart started to break.  Please don't break my heart, I thought to myself, and suddenly I was  pinned to the bathroom counter.

With a growl he uttered, "I will never betray you, Catherine. Wolves are  monogamous. Don't be jealous because you are my world. No one, and I  mean no one, can change that. Not even will our pups take my heart from  you."

"You could feel my jealousy and pain?"

"I felt your pain like it was my own, and I swear I heard your thoughts."

"If you could hear my thoughts what would I be saying right now?"

"I could have sworn I heard you say, ‘Fuck me, Hunter.'"

"Oh my goodness, you can read my thoughts," I laughed with embarrassment  because it was damn close to what I was thinking. "Has this happened to  you before?" I asked.

"Nothing that we shared has ever happened to me before." How do I admit that I was a virgin?

"A virgin?"

"You can read my thoughts, too?"

"I guess so, but how is that possible?"

"I don't know. I never heard of mates being able to communicate like that."

"That's not what I was talking about. How could you still be a virgin?"

"I could ask you the same! But, as it happens, all mates are pure. We  have to wait until we find our mate before we can actually fuck. I could  jerk off, but I didn't have anyone to jerk off to until you entered my  dreams six months ago."

"That's cool! So how about we shower?" I said suggestively.

"Not right now, I want you right where you are," he rumbled.

He stepped back and turned me around, pressing my belly against the cool  edge. Roughly he parted my thighs with one of his. I watched as he  looked at me through the large mirror in front of us. Then I read his  thoughts. Mine. You're mine, Catherine.

I responded back without speaking. Always yours, Hunter.

Without taking our eyes off each other, he pushed his way into my wet  pussy. His pleasure was mine and it seemed to only make it more intense.  I was already shaking as I watched us in the mirror while he rutted  into me from behind. It was so sexy, the way he gripped my hips, his  teeth biting his lower lip. So fucking sexy, Cat. Touch your tits, he  commanded. With an eagerness to please him, I squeezed on to both of  them as he supported my body. Mashing them together and teasing my  nipples, I parted my lips and gave out a deep sigh, sending him into his  orgasm. The feel of his ecstasy brought about my own. His heart was  pounding so hard I was worried something was wrong. I'm fine my love. My  heart just beats faster than a human's.

He didn't pull out of me when he lifted my face to his for a kiss.  Instead, he just lifted me higher up his body and drove up into my  pussy, and with a growl whispered, "I'm not done with you yet, my mate."

"Goodie!" I looked into the mirror and realized how small I was compared  to him. My knees rested on the counter as he kissed my neck and pumped  into me. I could still see some of his chest and arms and his massive  thighs as he worked my body into surrender.                       
       
           



       

I cried out as he fucked another orgasm out of my body. Then I felt his  fangs dig into my flesh, piercing my skin, and the euphoria of his bite.  This time it was magnified, like I could feel it as he was. My body  shook with such immense pleasure and my legs weak, his grip on my waist  and chest was the only thing keeping me up.

"My love, I could feel your ecstasy, and it amplified mine," Hunter whispered in my ear before taking me into the shower.

Soaping up his hands he started washing my body. I tilted my head onto  his chest, absorbing the feel of his touch on me. I don't know how we'll  ever be able to keep our hands off each other.

"I know, my love. I can't wait to be in you again," he whispered as he started scrubbing my hair. "Damn it," he growled.

"My phone is ringing again," he grumbled with a shake of his head.

"You can hear it?" I asked, turning toward him and letting the shower rinse my hair.

"Wolf, baby." he said with a smirk. That smile was a lady bits' killer.

"Oh, duh," I said lightly slapping my forehead. I didn't like him  thinking I was absentminded. I'd spent the last six months feeling like a  mindless zombie.

"Hey, babe, this is all new to you. Soon you'll get used to it," he  replied, answering my unspoken concern. I watched as he grabbed the bar  of soap and started scrubbing his chest muscles. The water darkened the  hair on his chest, making it look thicker. Hunter Grey was a delicious  specimen.

Trying to shake off his involuntary effect on me, I hissed, "Well, let's hurry then. Unless you plan on leaving me here?"

His expression changed; he looked at me like I was out of my mind, but I  felt his worry. "Hell no! You'll be with me. Think of me as your  permanent shadow."

"But you have to work," I countered. I didn't want to get in the way of his job.

"What did I just say?" he bellowed.

Feeling his power without the outward display of dominance, I responded meekly, "You're my shadow."

"Yes, I am. I'm also your mate," he said gently, tipping my chin to look  into his eyes. I knew he understood I was taken aback by his inner  strength.

"Do all mates stay together all the time?" I asked. Didn't they want time apart?

"No, but you're not one of us. I need to make sure you're safe. As a  human you're not as strong as any of the females or even a weak teen  pup," he choked out, clearly the thought frightened him.

"Oh. Will people hate me?" I asked with worry.

Wow, I felt the violent anger consume him for a moment before he  regained his composure. "If anyone says anything about you they'll be  looking for a new pack or buried."

I pressed my hand on his chest, partly because I wanted to touch him  again, but also because he needed to calm down. "Sticks and stones,  Hunter. You don't have to do that if someone insults me."

He looked down at me with a sweet smile, making me all warm inside.  "Yes, I do. Catherine, something I didn't tell you was that I'm the  Alpha. My word is the end all. The only ones that ever get away with  giving me shit are Chloe and Gage, and that's because they're my  siblings."