Total pages in book: 182
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
“Good. I like my mate possessive.”
“Is that what I am now?” Butterflies filled my belly. “Your mate?”
“Yes.”
I kissed him softly. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes?”
“Do . . . Will we . . .”
“Spit it out,” he whispered with a smile.
“Mates claim each other, right? Eventually? Or . . .”
Hunger flashed in his eyes, and I felt him harden beneath me.
“Yes,” he said. “Mates claim each other. We’re in a unique position, though. We need to wait a bit longer.”
“For what?” I asked, desire pooling in me. I leaned forward and kissed his lips as I reached down between us, rubbing along his hardness.
“For your world to get more complicated and for you to choose a path.” He grabbed my waist and lifted me so that I could settle a knee on each side of him.
“I don’t know what that means,” I said against his lips, working at the buttons on his shirt.
He undid my pants, reaching in and feeling along my wetness. He groaned at how ready I was.
“You will soon enough,” he murmured, stroking me as I finished undoing his shirt.
I kissed down his chest while I undid his pants, pulling out his sizable girth. He stopped me from sucking it in, though, reaching forward to yank down my pants and underwear and pull me toward him. “You looked really handsome tonight.”
“This is my professional attire.”
“I like your professional attire.” I shrugged out of my shirt and leaned forward so that he could suck in the peak of my breast. I ran my slick sex against him before lifting up and rubbing his tip along me.
“I like you riding my cock.” He grabbed my hips and pulled while thrusting upward, driving home. I groaned as he put one of his hands to my cheek, keeping my lips close. His other hand stayed on my hip, lifting and pulling in time with his strokes, sliding out then back in hard. “If it were up to me, baby, I’d have you claimed and bred by now.”
I groaned against his mouth, those dirty words lighting a fire deep inside of me. Kindling a need. We breathed the same heated air, full of want.
“I walked out onto that path the first night,” he murmured, “because I couldn’t help myself. You called to me. Everything about you called to me. From that moment until now, I’ve wanted you with every fiber of my being, even when I thought you were the enemy. I lingered at your work desk, looked over your art, riveted. I was there to get clues to Granny’s operation, but I wanted to learn about you. Your loves, your quirks, your interests. Everything about you has me entranced. I hate how we met—well, after that first night—but I’m so glad my journey led me to this moment. I will choose you, every day, for the rest of my life. I love you, Aurelia.”
The words sent a shock into me, like a spear through my chest, breaking everything away until the sentiment lodged deeply into my heart. I could feel Weston’s truth rising within us, our wolves fusing, our hearts joining. Only my mother had ever said those words to me and meant them. I knew in my soul he meant them now, and that he’d felt it for a while. Like bubbles, all those feelings rose to the surface.
Tears dripped down my cheeks. My body moved on top of his.
“I—”
He stopped me with a kiss, stealing the words with my breath.
“Not yet,” he murmured, emotion making his voice wobble. “Not yet.”
I didn’t know what he was waiting for. What choices he thought would come before me. Maybe the problem was with the towns and villages, where people might not trust the beta to have a mate who’d been responsible for the drugs infiltrating their safe spaces. Maybe it would be a black mark on the pack, or the royals. Whatever the reason, I trusted him. He’d waited for me; I would wait for him. It wasn’t any great hardship. I’d still see him, get to be with him, get to call him my mate. It was more than I’d ever expected out of life. I was blessed to have gotten this far, to have this much of a fairytale, as fucked up as it had been.
I rocked against him, and he worked my clit, bending me back so that he could roll his tongue around my nipple. He drove deeply, trying to work in that knot. Trying to lock me. I didn’t want that in this position, though. Not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to fall asleep with his knot lodged in deeply, him not able to go far.
I pushed off his chest, climbed from his lap, and turned, bending over. He was up in a flash, arm around my waist and lifting me. He dropped me on the couch, my knees on the cushion, elbows along on the back. He shoved his cock in hard, all the way to the hilt. I bit my lip with the small ache and felt his growl of triumph dance up my spine. His hand fisted my hair and his other snaked around me, his finger massaging me right where I needed it most.