Mated Girl (Wolf Girl #4)(35)

“Sage has him.” I inched closer to him, my pelvis lining up with his hardness, and he froze.
It had been a year since either of us had touched each other, and our bodies seemed to realize it at this very moment. It was like someone flipped a switch and we both turned into horny rabbits.
Reaching out, he grabbed my hips and pulled them harder into him as I clung to his neck, bringing his face closer to mine.
Our mouths met in a hungry, messy, sexy-as-all-hell kiss. It burned with fire and passion the likes of which I’d never seen from him before. We were hungry for each other in a way that felt almost dangerous, in a way that almost hurt. I raked my nails along his neck, down to his abs, not caring if I pushed a little too hard. I wanted to claim him, I wanted to devour him.
He was mine.
A growl ripped from his throat and then suddenly he was on top of me, pinning me underneath him. I pawed at my underwear, trying to struggle out of them, when he reached down and yanked them hard, tearing them off.
Yes. Holy motherfucking yes.
I moaned, so ready for this as I pulled off my t-shirt in one swift move. I’d dreamed about this for so long at the cabin in the woods. Being with Sawyer again, making love.
Reaching into his boxers, gripping his hardness, I tried lining him up with my center.
“Not yet,” he commanded in his deep, authoritative alpha voice.
“Yes yet,” I huffed, trying again to line our bodies up.
He grinned, and I was about to beg him when he dragged his tongue down my neck and circled my nipple. My skin prickled, my core tightening as I arched my hips, searching for him.
“Sawyer. Please,” I begged.
His wet warm tongue trailed from my breasts down to my bellybutton and the realization of what he was about to do had me absolutely aching for release.
“God, I missed you,” Sawyer huffed, his beard trailing down my pelvis until I felt his tongue lapping between my legs.
A strangled cry left my lips, and I reached down to thread my fingers into his hair. His hands came under my butt, and then a deep pleasure started to build between my legs as I became unglued. This wasn’t some long, drawn out pleasure session, this was hard and fast and fucking amazing. Waves of ecstasy rocked my body as I clenched my thighs, arching my back and rocking into Sawyer’s mouth.
One second his head was between my legs and the next he hovered over me, finally lining himself up with my center as we pressed our bodies together as one. The second he filled me up, his moans of satisfaction occupied the room and I raked my nails down his back.
This Sawyer was new. He was so strong and sure of himself. And it was completely and utterly the sexiest thing alive. I looked up into his chiseled chest and stared at the word Demi tattooed over his heart.
Reaching down, he threaded his fingers into the back of my hair and his eyes flashed yellow. Deep, throbbing pleasure and heat opened inside of me at the same time as our imprint seemed to come alive. It was like it was a living thing, trying to show the other person how much we cared for one another. I was everything to Sawyer, I felt that. He adored me, he possessively wanted to provide for and protect me and Creek, and he would let the whole world burn before allowing one more bad thing to happen to me.
Our bodies moved in a perfect rhythm, a feverish passion that tried to made up for a year of being apart. When I couldn’t hold on to it anymore, I allowed myself to unravel, turning my head to the side to bite into the pillow as his body started to shake above me.
Now that I had Sawyer back, I knew there was nothing we couldn’t do so long as we were together.

 
The next morning, Sawyer and I showered together and then stepped out into the living room, where Sage was asleep with Creek on the couch. Her back was facing the open room and Creek was tucked between her and the couch back so he wouldn’t fall off. She had the best motherly instincts. I was so grateful to have her help in raising him.
Reaching over, I shook her shoulder gently. “Go get some rest,” I told her, “I’ll take over now.”
She looked bleary-eyed from me to Creek, and then nodded, planting a kiss on Creek’s forehead. She shuffled off to her bedroom.
Sawyer swooped in beside me and replaced the empty spot where Sage had just been, raising his arm above his head so that he could lie on it and stare down at our son. “You and Sage did all of this alone? In the woods with no diapers or anything?”
I could feel the pain in his voice, regret and shame. I knew he wanted to be there for me and Creek, I felt it through our bond.
“Yep. We made do,” I told him.
Sawyer nodded. “You’re amazing. Tell me everything. I want to help take care of him. How often do we feed him, when should I change his diaper, how do I change his diaper?”
Creek stirred at the sound of Sawyer’s voice and I giggled. “Well, first off,” I whispered. “When a baby is sleeping, try not to use your loud alpha voice right in his ear.”
Sawyer looked up at me, terrified. “Oh. Shit,” he whispered, just as Creek started to cry.
“And we feed him now. Take your finger and stick it near his mouth. If he starts sucking on it, he’s hungry.”
Sawyer’s eyes widened. Taking the finger of his free hand, he put it near Creek’s mouth and Creek started to suckle on it, calming his cries instantly.
“Whoa,” Sawyer said, and I laughed again, running into the kitchen to mix some formula.
Over the next hour, I gave Sawyer a Baby 101 class. I taught him how to feed and burp Creek, how to change a diaper, and the different ways to carry him, which was easier now that his neck wasn’t floppy and he could hold his head up.