She’s made of passion right now; I’m made of violence.
I roar out a primal noise until my voice goes hoarse, absorbing all these sensations.Fucking incredible.
She grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks hard as she comes with so much gusto I know she feels like it’s too much. But it isn’t. Now she’s trying to get me to stop, too overcome with sensation to voice it, but I feel it from her. And no. Not a fucking chance. I can’t stop. This is perfection. Better than running and hunting. Better than ripping flesh from bone. I relish the sting as she pulls my hair harder while I suck on her mate mark, my knot spinning with purpose for us both, ramping up her sounds until she screams.
I switch positions, turning us so she’s on top.
She’s gone limp long before my knot fully slows, body occasionally bucking with the continued sensations I’m giving her as tears stream down her cheeks, landing on my skin, seeping into me.
When my knot lets go, I’m still hard. The evidence of my need leaks from her sweet heat as I turn her to her belly, grab her by her hips and drag her to the bottom of the bed, kicking the bench away so I can stand at the foot and drive into her from behind.
My hips move with purpose, driving forward over and over while I take in the sight of her sweet ass, all that shiny, fragrant hair fanned out on the sheets. My teeth sink into my lower lip while I watch my body penetrate hers, reveling in the sight of her beautiful pussy taking every inch of me.
Sensation slams through me, making me groan.
She grips those sheets in her fists, trembling while crying out some more through me slamming home over and over while the dam inside me crumbles. There’s no sign of fear or discomfort in our connection. My sweet mate loves every second of this. She lovesme.
I slap her sweet ass and grab one cheek, pressing my thumb against her asshole. Penetrating just a little. She cries out my name, cries out her love for me.
She’s mine.
Mine to protect. To nurture. To make a family with. A family I’ll need to protect and nurture, too. I was afraid of the fear I’d feel when I mated, fear I’d have about protecting a mate as well as my children. But I’m ready for that. Ready to protect them.
And I’m also beyond prepared to fucking annihilate absolutely anything that threatens the beautiful future Fate’s given me.
55
BAILEY
When Jase and I stroll into the town hall holding hands, dozens upon dozens of gazes hit us. And now there’s applause.
I’m smiling so big my face hurts. Linc, who’s by the entrance, slaps Jase’s back flashing a huge smile.
“Super happy for you two, Bailey.”
“Thanks, Lincoln. Thinking good thoughts for your turn,” I say.
Linc smiles wide. “I’m thinkin’ good thoughts too. Hope you’re not wrong.” He saws his palms back and forth in anticipation with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Not as inK. N. O. T.”
He winks at Jase, wiggling his elbow into Jase’s side.
Jase laughs and we’re on the move.
Finally, laughter from him. He’s had murder in his eyes all day. Even after he made me come violently four times this afternoon.
My mate is still holding onto all that anger. He’s definitely a touch edgy. I know he’d much rather us be home tonight.
The town hall has been transformed back from the dorm-style space it’s been for the Moonshine Springs people to the party zone it is whenever we have an event. I know the library is full of all those airbeds, supplies, and bedding. I was told it’ll all be clean and tidy by tomorrow.
I’m a little sad they’re all leaving, though. It was great having all this activity and all the extra visitors in the library.
My hair is loose tonight, and Jase intentionally draped it over my right shoulder just before we walked in here. I love that he wants my mate mark on display for everyone. And he’s got bitemarks and scratches on his neck from our earlier activities, too. Our afternoon interlude was so intense I had Jase command a shift and back so I could physically move.
The space is filled with folks from our pack as well as Brody’s, though it’s not everyone. Jase told me earlier that because we’re at code orange, the council wanted a manageable crowd and didn’t want our village congregated in one place. Still, it’s a good turnout. And I’m sure Brody and his pack are feeling the love.
Tables are full of food. There’s music playing. People are smiling, laughing, waving, some of them dancing. Happy kid noises also fill the space. The vibe is excitement and gratitude. I am so happy we came tonight.
Brody and Adelaide are at a table in the corner. His arms are around her; she’s leaning against him while they contentedly watch the room. He presses a kiss to the top of her auburn curly-haired head before he whispers something that makes her smile. He’s looking at her like he wants to whisk her away and keep her all to himself.