The Tyrant Alpha's Rejected Mate (Five Packs #1)(109)

He bares his neck and casts his gaze down. For me.

His vein throbs.

I have a choice, but it feels like I made it a long time ago. When—I’m not quite sure. But it’s natural for my fangs to lengthen. My wolf yips and bounds. She’s all on board.

I open my mouth and test his skin with the tips of my fangs. He shudders in my arms. His longing teases my nostrils.

He wants this so bad. Worse than I have ever wanted anything.

It’s knowing that—the truth of it pulsing through our bond—that lets me let it all go—the fight with Haisley. The night in the blackberry patch. The dumb rules and frustrations and bull crap that I blamed him for over the years.

It was all his fault, but it’s not the whole of it.

I remember curling beside him in bed. I remember him reverently braiding my hair. We’ve been without each other too damn long. And I want him back.

I sink my teeth into his neck, and his groan of pure pleasure echoes off the ceiling. He tastes like a copper penny. His blood sizzles on my tongue, and then it lights my every nerve on fire, and I’m burning now, hotter and brighter than ever before.

“Mate,” I moan.

He blinks at me with bleary, blissed-out eyes. He holds me tight, and I lap at my bite, healing the wounds as I admire them. They’re not as big as mine, but they’re perfect all the same.

I wriggle in his arms. Why are we kneeling here?

“What’s wrong?” he murmurs. “What do you need?”

“You know. I’m hot.” My skin is on fire, and my insides are cramping, spasming on air.

“Do you want the pool?” He stands, lifting me, and strides over to the pool to lower me in. The water is cold, and I sink down until it licks my chin, but it’s not enough.

He steps in after me, and I turn, climb him, gnaw at the beautiful mark I’ve made. He rinses my hair with palms full of cool water.

“Killian.” I rise up, try to sink down on his hard cock, but he twists to the side.

“You need to build your nest. And you’ll need food and water. I have to go back up and get some. It’ll only be a minute. Okay?”

He’s frowning, and he’s talking nonsense. Except the nest. Yes. We do need that.

I push out of his arms. He lets me go, but he follows close behind. We’re dripping on the rock, and I slip, but his hands are already on my waist, steadying me. The pile of blankets is not very big.

“Don’t move. I’ll be quick.” He’s at the crack leading out of the cavern. My wolf snaps at him to stay.

“But you’ll need food.”

My wolf growls. I swear it sounds like she says if he leaves, she’ll chew his leg off.

Killian stays. I fix the nest. Thick wool blankets on the bottom, fluffy comforters on top. They smell like detergent and lavender sachets, which isn’t perfect, but it’s acceptable for now, especially with the scent of the cave in my nose. It’s dark and private and full of the essence of wolves from ages and ages ago. It’s pack.

I fluff a pillow and ease myself down. The heat is a beat in my chest, a cresting, crashing wave.

This is right. Everything is aligned. The moon is rising. My wolf can sense it.

I move onto my knees and arch my back, opening my chest, welcoming the bond. I close my eyes.

Killian comes to me. His steps fall heavy on the stone. My mate is strong and tall. He’s vicious, and wise, and he belongs to me.

I bend deeper, showing him that I’m ready. Inside, I blush, but I’m not only Una. I am Una and her wolf. We are shameless and demanding.

We’ve waited for this moment for a very long time.

Killian covers me. His cock prods my slick opening. I moan.

He whispers in my ear, “Everything I’ve ever done, I’ve done for you, Una Hayes.”

And he sinks inside me, plunges deep, and my pussy is already fluttering, urging him on, to seed us with our pups and to make him ours again.





Epilogue





UNA





Change is hard.

That’s why there is a leather sofa half in and half out of our front door and a very pissed off Killian pacing in the kitchen, trying not to lose his shit.

He’s going to lose it.

We’ve been together for eighteen months, and relationships are hard. Especially with males who have always gotten their way and previously only used one way to settle an argument.

Tye is supposed to be helping me get rid of the sofa, but Killian gave an alpha command to “stop,” so now Tye’s standing at the top of the ramp Killian built to replace our front steps, blocking me from shoving the foul thing the rest of the way out of our cabin.

Of course, if I try to do it myself, Killian will restrain me. Very gently, but effectively. He’d never hurt me, but I haven’t been able to convince him that manhandling me is harmful. If he doesn’t like the look of something, he hauls me up like a sack of potatoes.

He doesn’t like the looks of most stairs, hills, freshly mopped floors, or trails with too many roots showing.

And he’s definitely not cool with his almost-ready-to-pop pregnant mate moving furniture. He’s caught me doing it a lot these past few weeks. It’s a sign the pup is coming soon if the aching hips, the ginormous belly, and the permanent indigestion weren’t enough advance notice.