Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(19)

Thank the goddess.

“Emeline!”

Emeline turned on her heel and left Meryl where she lay. Noah held out his arms, and she jumped into them, letting her claws retract back into her hands at the same time. He squeezed her hard, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his lips.

“Oh thank the goddess you’re here,” she whispered then kissed him again.

“It would seem to me that she didn’t really need us,” Logan said as he walked past her and Noah on his way to Meryl.

“Yeah, looks like she saved herself,” Maddox added as he followed Logan.

Noah’s hands ran up and down her back, his heart thudding hard against hers. “Are you okay? You’re bleeding. Let me take care of you.”

“I will be fine. Let me hold you for a moment first.” She rested her forehead against his, her wolf finally calming. “I’m so sorry, Noah.”

“No, no. Don’t be. I’m sorry I left.” He choked out a breath. “I’m so f*cking sorry I left.”

She cupped his face, ignoring the other two wolves taking care of Meryl behind her. “I wasn’t crying for Jeffery. I was saying goodbye. I was happy, Noah. I love you so much. I don’t want to wait anymore. Please, if you’ll still have me, please be my mate.”

Noah kissed her softly, letting his lips press against hers in a gentle caress. “I love you so f*cking much, Em. You never have to apologize for loving Jeffery before me. I’m sorry I was such a dumbass. Let me take you home, and then we’ll start on forever. What do you say?”

Emeline traced her finger along his jaw then nodded, her cheeks hurting from smiling so wide. “I say yes, Noah. Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

He didn’t put her down, and she let him carry her. Both of their wolves needed the comfort, and since she’d saved herself, his dominant wolf needed the extra reassurance that she was truly okay.

She trusted Maddox and Logan to take care of Meryl, and when the time was right, she’d deal with the ramifications of what had happened. Right then though, she wanted to stay in Noah’s arms and know that she was safe.

Safe, strong, and his.





Chapter Eight


Noah let out a breath, his hands gripping the pedestal sink as if it were a lifeline. He’d almost lost her. He walked out of her home and sulked because he’d been a f*cking idiot. Yes, he knew he would have gone back and groveled. Fought for what he wanted. But the sheer shock of what he thought had been her crying for another man pummeled him.

Because he left, she’d been hurt. She’d been forced to listen to Meryl’s tirade, and if she hadn’t been strong enough, she could have died because of him.

How the hell was he going to make that up to her?

Small hands fell over his hips, and he sighed, his wolf soothed for the first time since he’d walked into her home that morning. His wolf had raged, howled, and clawed throughout the day, even when he’d found her in that cave relatively unharmed. The sight of her blood, and the fact that he hadn’t been able to do anything to protect her, hadn’t helped his dominant wolf.

Her touch, though, helped in ways he was only beginning to understand.

He turned in her arms, wrapping his arms around her. She didn’t even reach his chin, and he and his wolf loved her compact size. She fit against him just right, and if he had his way, he’d never let her go again.

That might be a problem in the future when it came to actually letting her out of his sight, but he’d cross that barrier when he had to. For now, he’d be content with her in his arms and, soon, in his bed.

They’d come to his home straight from the cave, his wolf leading the charge and the man following close behind. He’d cleaned her wounds, though she healed quickly on her own. Whatever she’d done by connecting to the moon goddess expedited her already quick healing from being a wolf. Still, he’d checked over every inch of her.

Hence, why she stood in only his robe, the gap in the front parted so he could see the curve of her breasts. His cock filled and his wolf howled. He took her hands and drew her into his bedroom. They stood at the end of the bed, her back to the bed as he faced her, his gaze on hers as he tried to drink in every inch of her, cementing this moment, this woman, this mate in his heart and mind forever.

He not only wanted to fill her, he wanted to taste her, f*ck her, make love to her, and feel her in every way.

Emeline was his.

“When you look at me like that, I feel like I’m the only woman in the world,” she whispered. Her hands went to the bottom of his shirt, lifting slowly. He raised his arms, aiding her so he stood in only his jeans.

She swallowed hard, her finger going to his nipple ring. “I’ve had dreams about this nipple ring,” she murmured.

He quirked a grin and cupped her face. “Really? What do these dreams entail?”

She licked her lips, and he imagined that tongue on his nipple ring….on his dick. Oh, yeah…soon.

“Oh, just a little of this,” she flicked her tongue against the metal ring, sending heat straight to his cock, “a little of that.” Her teeth clamped down on the ring, and she tugged, shocking a groan out of him.

“Holy shit, baby, you need to do that again.”

She blinked up at him. “This?” She tugged again, this time her hand squeezing the length of his cock through his jeans. He sucked in a breath, holding on to that last thread of control.