Wolf's Fall (Alpha Pack #6)(54)

Arms and thighs trembling, he braced himself over her and let her eat and lave him. Finger and suck him. His balls, cock, and taint. Getting him nice and wet, riling him past endurance, right where she wanted him. Taking his cock deep into her throat, she sucked him without mercy, until he was trying desperately to pull back.

“I’m gonna come, honey! Let me f*ck you.”

Tightening her grip on his fine ass, she released him just long enough to order, “Come all over my face. Mark me, wolf.”

His eyes flashed with sheer lust and possessiveness. She’d appealed to the basest part of a shifter and they both knew it. When she took him into her mouth again, he pumped with long strokes, sliding his flesh between her lips. She loved every second, making sure he knew that with the pleased sounds coming from her throat. That drove him higher, higher—

Then he stiffened, yanking himself out. And he came all over her face and throat, pearly streams bathing her with warmth. Marking her, just the way they both wanted.

After squeezing out the last bit of come, he climbed off her and laid his body over hers. Kissed her deeply, come and all, even tasting himself with a growl of pleasure.

“That’s a good look on you,” he said, obviously proud of himself.

“You put it there.” She smiled up at him, and he grunted in male satisfaction.

“You were the instigator.”

“Verdict?”

He took her mouth in a sweet kiss. “Everything I could’ve hoped for, and more.”

“No fear?” She waited anxiously for his answer.

“None. Not with you,” he said in a low, husky voice. “You were right—being bitten by your mate is nothing like I endured before. It’s not even in the same realm.”

“I’m so glad.” Tears pricked her eyes as she wound her arms around his neck. She toyed with his hair, fingering the luxurious strands threaded with silver.

“No sadness, baby. We’re figuring things out, you and me. We’ve got this.”

He kissed her again, then went to work removing her clothes. She offered no protest when he finally had her sprawled naked underneath him and spread her thighs to crouch between them.

“How often do you need to feed?” he asked. “Don’t fudge the truth.”

“Every day, at least once.”

“I’ll make sure I’m available to you.” Then he frowned. “What if I’m on a mission? Sometimes I might be gone for days.”

“We can keep several bags of your blood in storage for me. Fresh from the source is obviously more pleasurable for all parties, of course.” He returned her grin and kissed her nose.

“Of course. Problem solved, then.”

Done talking for the moment, he bent and placed light kisses on the insides of her thighs and worked his way north. All the way to her slit, where he made her squirm by employing his talented tongue to make her a very happy vampire.

He licked and sucked, showing her exactly the same mercy she’d shown him moments before—none. Before long, she was writhing under his ministrations, every part of her on fire. Impending release coiled in her sex, and when it hit, she couldn’t hold back the tidal wave.

“Oh! Gods, yes!”

She bucked into his face, riding the storm. He wrung every last drop, lapping until she stilled, panting, under his hands.

At last, he gathered her into his arms and cuddled her on top of the covers. She snuggled into his chest, listening to his heartbeat and counting herself lucky. After all these lonely decades, since Stefano’s murder, she’d found joy again.

“Are you happy?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said softly. The truth was in his voice, his touch. “More so than I ever thought I deserved to be again.”

“You deserve everything. I’m going to make sure you get it.”

“Same here, baby.” He paused. “I want you to claim me.”

Rising up, she looked down into his earnest face, heart pounding in excitement. “Really? You mean that?”

“I do.” He smiled. “I want to plan something special for the two of us, to get away from the madness for a while. Then I want you to claim me as yours, forever.”

“Nick.” A tear escaped, and she smiled. “I’d love that.”

“Then it’s done. I don’t care what else is going on; tomorrow night, you and I will have some alone time to cement our bond.”

“Oh, Nick, that would be amazing.”

Snuggling into her mate’s side, Calla drifted off. This was how it was supposed to be. Two mates looking forward to their future, not living in fear.

Tomorrow night, for just a while, they would forget their troubles.

And they would be Bondmates, for good.

Eleven

A strangled shout jolted Calla from a sound sleep.

“No! I won’t!” Nick thrashed beside her in bed.

“Nick!” She shook him, hoping to wake him without alarming him more. “Honey, it’s me.”

His reaction was swift, and violent. Moving like a ninja, he pinned her to the bed and hovered over her, teeth bared. He was glaring down at her in the darkness, but his eyes weren’t seeing her.

“I’m going to f*cking kill you,” he growled. “Why won’t you f*cking stay dead?”