“Hunter, ohhh . . .” She gasps in pleasure as I withdraw and then plunge again, my hands on each side of her hips.
“Hold on, baby, this is going to be a rough ride,” I murmur as I continue my onslaught on her body, the gasps of pleasure coming from her pushing me faster and harder until I can feel the pressure building. I know that I’m about to explode, but I won’t let myself without my woman coming with me. Leaning down slightly, I push my hand around her and down until my middle finger is stroking her clit.
“Hunter, Hunter, ohh, ohh, yes.” I can feel her muscles start contracting around me, and then I can’t hold on any longer as she milks every drop of my essence, leaving me completely drained. We are both breathing heavily. I can feel her legs shaking in reaction to her release. She starts to step forward, but I stop her as I feel the knot still binding us. Instead I take hold of her arms and push her up, bending my legs.
“Does this happen every time?” she asks breathlessly.
“No, baby, it only happens with our mates, but after my Initiation, it will go back to normal and only happen sometimes.” I know that my wolf is trying to impregnate its mate, but I would rather have Dakota to myself for a while longer before having kids. “It will also always happen when you’re in heat, and be prepared to have lots and lots of sex then, because the smell of you in heat will drive me crazy.”
“What?” She gasps, looking over her shoulder at me. “You can smell when a woman is ovulating?”
“Yes, every woman has her own distinct fragrance. And as my mate, yours will intoxicate all my senses until all I want is to be inside of you.” I better change the flipping subject. I can feel myself ready to take her again. “I want you again,” I murmur as I lean down and kiss her back, stroking my tongue over her shoulder. “But we need to get ready to go to the Initiation.” I slide out and take a step back as I turn her around.
“Oh, can I be there?” she asks, surprised.
“You are my mate. Where I am, you can also be unless it’s dangerous,” I state as I lift my hand and stroke her flushed cheek. “You are so beautiful.”
Her cheeks darken. “Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself,” she quips with a smile. “You know, I still think this is madness how I landed up here from one day to the other and how close we seem to be. It’s just not normal.”
“Deep down, we know each other because we are meant to be. You can feel it the same way that I can.” I kiss her forehead and then look into her eyes again. “I know that this is sudden. It’s sudden for me too, and I knew that this might happen one day. I just want you to know that what you are feeling is real; it’s as real as it will ever be. We belong together, and with time, all of this will settle down and we will be as one.”
“Hunter, what if Jason finds me? I don’t want to be responsible for anyone getting hurt.” I can see the worry in her eyes, and for the hundredth time, I wish I could have that fucker’s neck in my presence so that I could rip it apart.
“You know what we are, Dakota. We can take care of ourselves and those close to us. You are my mate and one of us now. Nothing will happen to anyone, don’t worry.”
“But he is crafty, and he was in the marines,” she says.
“Baby, trust me when I tell you that we can handle anything he throws at us.” I bring my other hand up and pull her hair back, which displays the mark on her neck and shoulder. “Now come. Let’s go shower so we can get this Initiation over with.”
“What happens at the Initiation?” she asks as she turns to walk towards the bathroom.
“We don’t know. Everyone is different, but it binds our wolf and our human soul as one.” And from what I have heard, it’s as painful as fuck, but I’m not going to tell her that. I’m happy just knowing that I won’t have to go the rest of my life fighting to hold off my wild side, and instead, it will be there when I need it. Losing control is not an option, as we are vicious, true wolves when out of control.
“Am I involved in the Initiation?” she asks as she leans forward to run the water.
“No, baby, you’re just there to calm my wolf and me,” I say, and see her surprised look. “Why so surprised?”
“Do I calm you?”
“My wolf would never have let anyone come close to him, not to mention stroke him like you did, if you didn’t calm him. And regarding me, ever since finding you, I feel a peace within me that I have never felt before. I have always felt like something was missing until you.”
“Aww, you, Hunter, are a sweet talker!” she says with a grin.
“No, baby, I’m not sweet talking. What I have just said is the absolute truth.” I can see her uncertainty by the way she is looking at me, but with time, she will know what I mean, because as time passes, our bond will continue to grow, making her realize that being a wolf’s mate is all consuming. “Now come,” I say, slapping her bum lightly, which has her jumping in surprise, and then she grins over her shoulder at me. “Let’s shower before one of the guys comes knocking on the door.”
In my twenty-eight years, I have grown to be the man I think my parents would be proud of. They both died when I was five in an explosion, but I was lucky to be part of a pack who kept me safe and brought me up knowing right from wrong. I will endeavour to be the man Dakota deserves, providing, caring, and protecting her always. I’m not going to wait for her ex to find her. I am going to find him, and if he doesn’t understand that she is now mine, I will end him.
DAKOTA 8
The minute we get downstairs, Hunter and I are ushered outside and into the trees, Frost and Hawk accompanying us. Hunter holds my hand as we walk, something that I haven’t done in a long, long time, and I have missed it. I have always been a sucker for romance, and walking hand in hand with a man is one of my favourite things to do.
We walk on a beaten pathway for about fifteen minutes until we come upon a clearing where the rest of the brothers are gathered. A crackling fire in the middle, feeling like a nice, cosy outdoors outing, but I should have known with this bunch of men, that looks are deceiving. The minute we arrive, King orders Hunter into the middle and to undress. I stand between Frost and Hawk as Hunter turns towards me as he takes all his clothes off.
My eyes run over his perfect muscular body, the tattoos enhancing his perfection. Dressed or naked, Hunter is a man through and through. I was so lucky to be matched to him. I have known him for a very short time, but in that short time, he has shown me his caring side, a side that is not seen a great deal in a man of his looks, of his strength, or in a biker.
“Whatever happens, don’t be afraid and don’t interfere,” Hawk says to me.
“Okay,” I state, now worried that this might be more than I was led to believe, and then suddenly, I’m distracted as all the men start taking off their T-shirts. Oh, hell, maybe it’s better than I thought, but they don’t get naked like Hunter, to my disappointment, and simply take off their boots too and leave their jeans on. And then they are all looking at me, standing as still as wolves.
“What, must I also undress?” I ask, hoping against hope that they aren’t expecting that from me, because I don’t know if I have the courage to stand here naked before all these men.
“No, just your shoes,” King states.
When my feet are finally bare, King approaches Hunter, his broad shoulders covered in tattoos, the flames of the fire reflecting shadow over it, his muscles rippling with his movements. “Hunter, do you confirm that Dakota is your mate?”
“Yes.”
“Do you accept entwining Dakota to your wolf bond?”
“Yes.”
“Dakota, do you confirm that Hunter is your mate?” King asks as he looks over at me, and at this moment, I have no doubts at all that the naked man before me is the man I am meant to be with.
“Yes.”
“You have both agreed that you are mates; therefore, the wolf bond will be welcomed by you and by your pack.” He throws back his head and howls, which in turn has all the men following thro
ugh and howling. Standing here between these impressive men howling just like wolves has the hair on my body standing on end. I know they are shifters, but it’s still unreal to me.
Suddenly, King stops. “Kneel,” he says in a low, hoarse voice, his eyes shining a bright amber colour. Hunter nods and then kneels before him, his head bowing down in respect. King steps up to him. Placing a hand on the back of his head, he bends over and bites Hunter on the back of his neck. Hunter’s hands are fisted on the ground, and I can see how white his knuckles are, which tells me that the bite must be painful. If it’s anything like the one I got from Hunter, then it means it will bruise.
After a minute, King stands up straight and then steps back. “Stand,” he orders.
Once Hunter is standing once again, his eyes fully on me, I see that his two are shining that same ungodly amber colour. I feel a twinge on the back of my neck, and wince. Lifting my hand, I rub at it and then gasp as my neck starts to burn just as Hunter throws back his head and howls. His veins seem to be glowing as the blood rushes through them. Is this possible? I take a step forward to go to him but am stopped by Hawk’s arm that shoots out before me.
Looking over at him, he shakes his head at me in warning. It is really difficult not to ignore him and go try to help Hunter. How can I just stand here when he is clearly in pain? The burn on my neck is becoming painful. Shit, what the hell? Is it possible that I’m feeling his bite? That’s not possible, is it? And then everything goes quiet as Hunter closes his eyes. The only sound is his harsh breathing, as if he’s been running.
“Dakota, come,” King calls, and just a minute ago, I wanted to run over to Hunter. Now, I’m wary of what might happen, but I take the steps needed until I’m standing close to both. “Calm him,” he says, and inclines his head towards Hunter. I don’t know how he expects me to calm him when he’s the one who has just bitten him, but I lift my hand and place it over his heart, feeling the heat radiating from him. He is so hot, it feels like he has a fever. In reality, I think he needs some water to cool him down.
“Hunter,” I whisper, feeling awkward standing here before all these men, touching Hunter who is naked. Hunter’s breathing and his heartbeat under my hand seems to be calming. Is it possible that I am calming him? “Hunter, look at me.” His eyes open, and he looks straight at me. His eyes are still a golden amber, but not as bright as earlier. “Are you okay?”
“Dakota.” My name comes out in a growl, and then his arms slide around my waist and he pulls me against him as his lips swoop down over mine. This kiss is possessive and all consuming. It has me wanting to shed my clothes right here, right now, and be as wild as these men surely are. I can hear someone talking, but for the life of me, I can’t concentrate when Hunter is taking over all my senses.
When he finally pulls away, I am breathing just as rapidly as him. “Well, I must say that is the strangest way I have seen of calming someone, but hey, I hope my mate will calm me like that one day.” At Goliath’s comment, the others start laughing.
“To be honest, I can vouch that Hunter isn’t calm,” Hawk quips.
“I agree. He seems quite excited, wouldn’t you say?” Fang joins in.
“Yeah, yeah.” Hunter leans down to pick up his jeans before sliding them on. “The show is over,” he states when he’s fully dressed again, and his arm is firmly around my shoulders.
“Okay, guys, food awaits. I’ve had the Blossoms preparing a feast. Back to the house,” King says, which has the men hurrying away. Well, looks like men are men no matter what they are. Speak of food and they are there like the Flash.
I see Hunter wince as he rubs his fingers over his neck. “That was different,” I say as we both start walking up towards the house, Hunter holding my hand as he guides me through the trees. He looks down at me, his eyes intense.
“It had to be done. My wolf and you are truly one with me now.”
I frown. “What does that mean, that we are one with you?”
“I won’t need to fight my wolf any longer, as we are now one. Our bond is interlinked, which will help me sense you no matter where you are. You are truly mine, Dakota, in every sense of the word,” he says just as we see the house coming into view. The lights are all on and there is music blaring. Two bikers are riding up to the house as we near.
“Who’s that?” I ask.
“These two are nomads. Don’t really belong to any club.”
“Are they like you?” One of them seems slightly overweight, with long white hair. Nothing like the men I have met recently.
“No, they’re human and don’t know about us,” Hunter says warningly. “Stay close to me, as you’re not wearing my kutte. They might think you’re a Blossom and will try their luck with you. Then I would have to kill them.” I start to laugh at Hunter’s comment until I see the serious look on his face.
“You can’t kill a man for hitting on me,” I state, which has him raising his brow, but he doesn’t answer, as one of the men who just arrived calls out to us. The man is younger than the other one, with dark-brown hair and brown eyes, so very plain compared to Hunter.
“Tom, haven’t seen you in a while, brother. What brings you this way?” Hunter says as we stop before the two men.
“Had an accident a while back, have been mending.” He pulls up his T-shirt to show us a scar that crosses from his chest down to his waist.
“Jeepers, that must have been some accident,” Hunter states. “Are you okay now?”
“Getting there. At least I’m back on my bike,” he says as he looks down at me and smiles.
“Well, guys, there is food inside. Why don’t you take the lead?”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” the other guy says as he starts making his way inside.
“I need a word with you later.” Tom also turns and makes his way inside. “So, when are you going to introduce your friend, Hunter?” Tom asks just as we enter the lounge area, the other guy already disappearing through the doors that lead to the back and the kitchen.
“You don’t need to know her.” At Hunter’s comment, I stop and glare up at him just as Tom bursts out laughing as he also walks through the door to the back.
“That was rude, don’t you think?” I say softly for no one to hear us. Hunter shrugs nonchalantly, which annoys me. How dare he think that he can hide me away from other people? Pulling my hand away, I cross my arms over my chest and stop, facing him. He stops and then turns to look at me.
“What?” he asks with a raised brow.
“Just because I’m with you does not mean I can’t talk to other men, so don’t get all high and mighty.”
“They are bikers. You are not using my kutte, so they will think you are easy,” he explains, which has me sighing in irritation.
“I don’t need you to protect me. I can protect myself from unwanted advances.”
“Duly noted, but I warn you, if anyone gets too close, they will have me to talk to.” Irritating man. I have lived all this time by myself, never having any problems with unwanted attention except for my ex, and I have been fine in defending myself. Why would he think I have become useless all of a sudden?
“No matter what you think, you don’t own me,” I state, which has him scowling as he looks at me. “You might be my mate as you say and want to protect me from Jason, but you can see that I’m not defenceless and can also take care of myself when needed.”
“And why would you want to even have to if there is no need?” His hands are now crossed over his chest in annoyance, showing off his bulging muscles. His nose flares slightly as he breaths in irritation, his beautiful eyes angry. “I am your man, here to protect and care for you from anyone or anything. It is not possible for me to just stand by and see another man hitting on my woman.”
“I’m not asking you too, but when it is necessary. These guys were harmless.”
“They’re bikers, and you are in our club, where free women usually frequent. You’re not using our kutte, which doesn’t set
you apart from the other women. It would be understandable for human men to hit on you, as they won’t scent that you belong to me. I was just preventing any future conflict. Now Tom knows that you are mine, and I don’t share what is mine.” Put like that, it makes sense, and I realize that I’m in a world completely different from whatever I would normally be used to, but it’s difficult for me after being committed by force for years to doing what someone else wants me to do.
“I understand,” I murmur as I sigh.
“I will get you your own kutte. When any bikers come calling, they will know that you’re not one of the Blossoms,” Hunter says, now running his fingers through his hair and then wincing when they reach the back of his neck.
“Who are these Blossoms you talk about?” I suspect they might be women who hang around the biker clubs, but I need to make sure, and if he thinks that he will be fraternizing with any of them while he puts down the law about any other men hitting on me, he doesn’t know me too well. I see him tensing before he shrugs.
“Blossoms are just women who hang around. They help with cleaning the place and stuff.” I know he’s being purposefully vague, which I don’t like.
“What stuff?”
“They prepared the food today; they also help some of the brothers with stuff.”
I take a step closer to him, which now has us a foot apart. “Have these women helped you with stuff, Hunter?”
He grunts, his jaw set in anger. I can see a vein in his neck pounding to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
“In the past,” he states.
“Are they going to continue helping you with stuff?” I don’t like the idea of having any women close who can be a temptation.
“I have you now, Dakota. I won’t need help from anyone else.”
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