Wolf's Fall (Alpha Pack #6)(39)

“I’m sorry. I’ll never understand how people can be so cruel, and evil.”

“We are not undead.” She shook her head. “We’re living creatures. We’re born, we fall in love, we bleed, and we can die. Yet we’re less than human to them. Less than nothing. They had no right to take my mate from me, but it’s done and can’t be changed. A part of me will always love him, but I want you to know that I’m glad I found you.”

“We found each other.” He traced her face with his fingertips, his touch gentle.

“Yes.”

Climbing off his lap, she stood and held out her hand. This man and his wolf were her future.

It was time to lay the past to rest. For both of them.

Eight

Nick pushed to his feet, anticipation making his pulse skip. Calla sensed his unspoken need, and reflected it. When she took his hand, he went willingly, following a step behind as she led him down the hall to her bedroom. Then she turned and placed her palms on his chest, their warmth branding him through his T-shirt.

“Make love to me, Nick. No mating rules, just us.”

“Making love involves no rules between mates anyway. It’s whatever feels right.” He kissed her lips. “I won’t push you into anything you’re not ready for.”

“This feels right, with you. I say we play the rest by ear.”

“I’m all for that.”

She tugged at the bottom of his shirt and pulled the material up, over his head. He helped her, smiling as she tossed it aside and went for the button on his jeans. She unzipped his fly and parted the material, pushing at the denim until his cock sprang free.

They were together. He and Calla. That knowledge thrilled him almost as much as her tongue flicking out to capture the tiny bead weeping from the slit of the spongy head. He groaned as she took him in her mouth, surrounding him with wet heat. Threading his fingers through her hair, he fed her his cock, guiding the length down her throat, watching it disappear between her lips.

“God, yes,” he breathed. “I need this. Your mouth on me feels so damned good. I could f*ck you like this all day.”

The pure pleasure was too electric, zinging little shocks of delight to his balls, through his belly. He wouldn’t last long this way, but he wasn’t ready to give up the feeling just yet. With her on her knees, sucking him and taking his less than gentle thrusts with obvious enthusiasm, he had no trouble believing he could die happy just like this.

He was going to love being her mate.

“Stop, baby. I don’t want to come yet.” She pulled off his cock with a moan of frustration and he smiled. “Don’t worry. We’re not done by a long shot. Undress for me.”

He held out a hand for her and helped her stand. She bit her lip, looking vulnerable. Was she having second thoughts already? Did she want to back out? Then her expression cleared, became more confident, as she held his gaze and slowly peeled off her blouse, dropping it. He feasted his eyes on her full breasts, the rosy nipples pouty, begging for his teeth.

Untying her pajama bottoms, she pushed them past her hips and down, taking the lacy scrap of panties with them. She stood naked before him, skin pale and creamy, a dark triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs begging him to explore.

She reached for him, and he took her hand, gesturing to her big, comfy bed. “I want you up there, on your back, knees bent and feet flat.” He was pleased by the hunger in her eyes as she arranged herself on the covers. “Now spread your knees wide so I can see all of you.”

Again, she did as he asked. Her thighs parted, revealing her pink slit, already wet. More evidence that she was turned on by his taking control and was eager for more. He toed off his boots and pushed his jeans the rest of the way off, then sat on the bed near her feet.

“Good girl. Look how pretty you are, already wet for me. Now I want you to touch yourself.”

“Nick,” she said, voice husky. Her pupils dilated and her breasts heaved with desire. His wolf could smell her heightened scent and growled in approval.

“Do it for me, honey. Finger yourself. Let me see you get excited.”

For a second he thought she might argue, but instead her fingers slid down her belly and through the curls. The pad of one finger touched the small nub and began to work it in slow, rhythmic circles.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praised, glad he could still speak. His erection strained, demanding he take her. But not yet. “Now lower. Spread that sweet cream all over your slit, and then finger-f*ck yourself.”

No hesitation this time. She was getting into their play, preparing herself for him. Her thighs were spread and relaxed, tension gone, her posture completely open to him. Her slender fingers began to massage her slit, dipping into her channel, f*cking herself as her hips arched off the bed. The sight was so naughty, so provocative, he nearly came just from watching.

“Ooh . . . Nick, please!”

“Tell me what you need, beautiful,” he encouraged, moving closer.

“Nick, f*ck me! Please!”

“Anything for my mate.” Moving between her thighs, he positioned his cock at her opening, cupped her bottom, and lifted her, then sank into her slick channel.

“Oh! Oh, gods, yes,” she cried.

He started with slow thrusts, angling deep. Watched his rod impale her again and again, until a warning tingle began at the base of his spine and his balls tightened. Wouldn’t be long.