WOLF CHILD: A PNR RH Romance (The Year of the Wolf Book 1)

by Serena Akeroyd

  I ignored my brothers at my back—well, that wasn’t a weird thing to have to think—and just focused on her.

  She needed to calm down.

  Especially when she thought about having sex with three of us today. That was enough to send any almost, born-again virgin running screaming for the hills.

  When she was so close that her nose touched the tip of mine, I murmured, “We can do this as wolves if you prefer.”

  Those gorgeous amber eyes widened at me. “Are you kidding me? And miss out on all the good stuff?”

  I snickered, rolled her over, and tumbled with her to calm her down and make her focus on anything other than what was happening here. “At least you admit it’ll be good.”

  “It had better be more than good,” she warned snootily, and I loved that snark on her so fucking hard that I just had to kiss her.

  The second I did?

  Ah, fuck, birds suddenly appeared.

  I mean, I’d known what she was to me, and I’d been controlling it all this goddamn time, but sweet fuck, connecting our mouths like this? With the intent to make her mine?

  Bliss.

  Actual bliss.

  I’d fucked a lot of women in my time, boned a lot of broads both human and pack, though the number of she-wolves I’d screwed were few and far between because I was, ya know, cursed, but this?

  Exquisite.

  She tasted like fire.

  Yeah, I knew that sounded crazy, but she did. She tasted like the rich musk from a fabulous scotch. Like the heat of a summer’s day. Everything about her was hot, and she set me ablaze, raking me over the coals with a single kiss.

  None of us had discussed how this was about to go down. We never talked about the claiming, because it was a distinctly personal time that unfolded however the individuals in the relationship wished for it to transpire. So she was somehow going to have to take three men today, to accept three seeds into her body, and considering she was nervous about sex, even though she was hungry for it? I had to figure she wasn’t going to be ready for anal, which lowered the number of available slots considerably.

  Hmm, there were more semantics to group sex than I envisaged.

  I nipped her bottom lip before I speared my tongue inside, tangling it, tasting her, sampling her, but when she fought against me, when she plunged back, not stopping until she was exploring my mouth? I loved that little bite of power she used to make that happen.

  Loved that she wasn’t afraid to dominate me.

  And any man who said they didn’t like a woman who took charge was a fucking liar.

  And a fool.

  This was so fucking hot, I wanted to melt into the ground around me, become one with the totem, to let the spirit guide me to the other side, to our final resting place.

  Of course, I had too much living to do to actually want to die now, but still, that was how I felt.

  Like this was the first and last day of my life, because she was here at long last.

  Here, when before, I’d been…

  Damned.

  Lost.

  Adrift.

  I reached up and cupped her face, holding her still, needing her to know how much this meant to me, how good this felt, and how badly I needed her.

  This wasn’t just want.

  This was soul deep craving.

  This was a torture I felt in my bones.

  I’d been waiting on her since forever, and I’d never even known she was out there. Had never known I was blessed to have her in my life.

  I shuddered as I tongue fucked her, and when she was panting beneath me, I felt her lift her legs, not tangling with mine, but coming up to bracket my hips. She hooked them there, her feet digging into my ass cheeks, and she arched her hips up against me.

  I sighed into the kiss, pulling back only to maneuver myself so she could grind against me properly.

  “You want me?” I rumbled into her ear before I pulled back.

  Her cheeks were bright pink, her face flushed, and her eyes had been closed. When they opened? I hid a gasp.

  I knew the omega had little idiosyncrasies that made her different from the other shifters in the Mother’s flock, but dayum.

  Her eyes were swirling gold and white. The two colors danced around each other, chasing one another in the tiny expanse of her irises.

  Small red flecks appeared, like the twirling embers that came from a campfire, and as I watched, she tilted her head to the side. “What is it?” she rasped.

  “You’re beautiful,” I told her softly, meaning it. Not just because she was with her picture-perfect face, something that belonged on a fucking magazine, but those eyes?

  They captivated me.

  Enslaved me.

  My dick, already pounding behind the prison cell that was my fly, suddenly felt like I couldn’t get in her fast enough.

  Need was a tornado in my system. There was no escaping it, no evading it. It was there.

  It had always been there, but suddenly, it was the only thing I could focus on.

  Not the circle, not the totem, not the trees, or my brothers watching us. Just us.

  I reared back, rolling my pelvis into her. When I did, the extra pressure had her moaning, so I tugged off my coat, starting to get naked, needing to be bare in front of her.

  Needing her to see all of me, flaws and all, to know that she accepted every fucking inch of this imperfect being whom the Mother had tied her to for life.

  The pressure did something crazy though. When her back arched, her shoulders digging into the ground, I watched in awe as the orgasm hit her from out of nowhere.

  She shuddered under me, her body undulating like she was a ballet dancer beneath me, and when I flung my coat onto the ground, I knew something had happened.

  Her orgasm had triggered it.

  Twisting around, I saw we weren’t anywhere I’d ever been before.

  My brothers weren’t present.

  We were alone.

  In a different forest.

  I gulped, wondering what the hell was happening, but when I did? I felt the wind whisper around me, soothing me, calming me, and because I was only a wolf and the spirit of the Mother was anything but ‘only’ a spirit, I had no choice but to allow her to comfort me.

  When Sabina’s legs widened, and she arched her hips up again, hungry for more, I groaned, and my brothers were forgotten. They were a memory in the past.

  I remembered only her, saw only her.

  Breathed only her.

  I shivered as she worked her body against mine like she was ravenous, stripping off her clothes, baring herself to me. Her coat sank beneath her into the ground, her dress was unbuttoned and flung aside, revealing large breasts in a black lace bra. Panties were unveiled, matching, and they had tiny ribbons at the side of her hips that slipped apart with barely a nudge, and the second they fell to the ground, they disappeared like magic.

  When she moaned, her eyes wide, her tongue coming out to lick her lips, I peered down and saw I was naked too. Butt naked.

  Not a stitch on me.

  My dick was hard, standing so far from my body that I felt like I’d never had sex before.

  I specifically remembered grabbing one of my mom’s romance books when I was fourteen and reading only the sex scenes in it. I’d once read this particular scene where the author had described the guy’s dick as a heat-seeking missile, and I’d almost pissed my pants with my own ‘missile,’ but fuck.

  At that moment?

  I got it.

  And it blew my fucking mind.

  If I didn’t get into her pussy soon, if I didn’t claim her, make her mine, and have her around me taking everything I had to give?

  I’d lose all reason.

  I’d go insane.

  A hunger I’d never known before swept over me. It made me shake, made my body tremble, and because I wasn’t used to being out of control, because I was used to being very much in control, it had me hovering in place.

  I wanted to tea
r into her, rip into her, shower her in violence, make her submit to me—

  No!

  Never.

  I could never, would never hurt her.

  I shivered from the strange desires flowing through me, that were taking over my mind, ripping into my brain like I was another person, a whole different kind of man.

  They were alien, and yet, they belonged to me. But they didn’t.

  That wasn’t me. I wasn’t that kind of man.

  As I shuddered, my mind adrift with terrifying images of me making Sabina submit, I didn’t even notice my mate sitting up. Not until she was there, her mouth around my cock.

  Only the heat of her mouth brought me back to the moment. Only that made me wake up, those strange thoughts fluttering away like they’d never existed.

  I reached down, slipped my hands through her hair, and took big chunks of it in my fingers so I could make her shiver in turn, and I watched her take me.

  Watched her suck on me like she was voracious, and I was a feast.

  She swallowed me halfway, and when she gagged? I swear, I’d never witnessed anything so sexy in my life. But after that, she just kept on working me, slurping me down, not stopping until she had enough spit to lubricate her way. I felt the weight of it dripping down, and she scooped it up, used it to grab my shaft at the base and jack me off.

  My shoulders hunched and my stomach clenched as I fought the need to avoid her mouth while also wanting nothing more than to have her swallow me whole.

  She moved her head fast, sucked me down hard, until I had no choice but to come.

  When she took it all, all I had to give, my eyes crossed, and I tipped my head back and roared out my groan of delight, of pleasure.

  I moaned into this strange clearing before she sucked down harder, getting every last fucking drop, and I howled like my wolf was in control as she took my seed into her.

  When I’d finished coming, when she stopped, the pair of us collapsed onto the ground.

  I almost thought we’d be returned to the totem, but we weren’t.

  Instead, panting, we lay beside each other, naked, utterly naked, in a place I’d never seen before.

  “Where are we?”

  Her voice was soft, melodious. A gentle hum.

  “I don’t know,” I admitted, but even though I was scared for her—even though I knew I needed to get off my ass and explore the area to make sure no one was going to endanger her, I couldn’t.

  I was too calm.

  Too happy.

  I felt restful, at peace, and when she curved against me? When she slipped her thigh over mine and pressed her head to my chest? I had no choice but to slide my arm around her waist and haul her even closer. The pair of us fell asleep like that.

  Restful and content.

  Joined, even if the claiming was still to come.

  Sabina

  When I woke up, I knew we were still in that strange place.

  I had no idea if this was normal, no idea if this was how it usually went down or if it was because of what had happened at the totem, but the truth was, I didn’t have it in me to worry.

  When I twisted my head to the side, I saw Austin was still sleeping, his mouth parted, his eyes closed as his lashes fluttered like he was deep in a REM cycle.

  I bit my lip at just how beautiful he was.

  More than that, I bit my lip at how he’d reacted to my probing thoughts.

  I hadn’t known I could do that, not until I orgasmed, and we moved here. Wherever here was.

  Maybe this was normal for claimings, or maybe it was normal when an omega was claimed, but what I’d done?

  Heinous.

  Terrible to make him think such thoughts, to see him respond to the triggers I’d placed in his mind.

  But it wouldn’t stop me from testing Ethan and Eli, wherever the hell they were, the same way.

  I wanted them here at my side, but something told me I had to be patient.

  This was my time with Austin.

  This was my moment to connect with him in a way that would never be attainable with three men to satisfy.

  So I embraced it, even though it was crazy, and I even thanked the Mother for giving me this time. This memory with one of my men.

  A sigh escaped me as I started to sit up, and when his hand rubbed the bottom of my back, I sighed with guilt, twisting around to mutter, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  He smiled, and that smile, like always, lit me up inside.

  Something about him made me feel safe. I’d known that before, but after implanting those feelings in him, doing something I had no real awareness of understanding, I’d seen the mettle of the man.

  And he was good.

  Just like I’d known.

  But I’d had to test.

  I’d seen my father beat my momma too many times to just trust in this insanity of a mate bond. Sure, I felt like I knew him inside out, but there was so much I was learning, so much I had to process at the moment, that I wasn’t sure what I could trust. What was real and what was a part of this new madness that was the universe for me right now.

  I remembered him slapping her, grabbing her by the hair, and dragging her down the stairs when she was five minutes later than she’d promised. I remembered her being degraded by him in front of his friends, being treated like a servant by him, and I’d just needed to make sure that the Mother knew what was best for me.

  “You did that, didn’t you?”

  I bit my lip. “Did what?”

  He narrowed his eyes at me. “That thing before you started sucking me off.”

  I looked away, feeling guilty and annoyed that I couldn’t shield my goddamn thoughts.

  He snorted. “Why did you do that?”

  Because he sounded curious more than anything else, when I deserved his anger, I hunched my shoulders as I stared down at my knees. “I mean, I didn’t bring us here.”

  “No, I think this is normal though.” He blinked. “Here I was, thinking our claiming was going to be like a gang bang, and now we’re in another place—”

  I hummed. “Another time.”

  “You think so?” he asked, peering around.

  I nodded. “I think so.” Then, my lips twitched. “A gang bang, hmm? Are you disappointed?”

  His grin was quick, like lightning, and it filled me with even more amusement than I already felt. It also took away my nerves and my embarrassment for what I’d done.

  This was Austin.

  So accepting.

  So joyful, somehow, that it was impossible not to feel the same way around him.

  “Yeah, I mean, never say never, right?”

  I snickered. “We need to work up to that,” I murmured, need infiltrating my voice, even though I hadn’t really meant for it to.

  “I figured as much.” He winked. “Give us time. We’ll get you ready for anything.”

  I laughed outright at that, my grin making an appearance as I stared at his cheeky smile, at the light in his eyes that was for me and me alone.

  I reached down, finding it impossible not to touch that smile, not to feel it against my fingers, and as I traced it with my pointer finger, I hummed, “I thought it would be like that too.”

  “Was that why you were nervous?”

  His gentle question had me hitching a shoulder. “I guess. I mean, maybe I’m kinkier than I thought. Mostly, I was nervous. I-I haven’t done it in so long—”

  “A lot like riding a bike. You can’t forget how,” he told me.

  I snorted. “You didn’t feel like a bike.”

  His eyes twinkled again. “Glad to hear it. But you know what I mean.”

  “I do, and while you’re not wrong, it was so long ago that it feels…” I blinked, because what I’d done with Kian was so different from how I’d acted with Austin.

  I’d been a little ashamed of what we’d done the first time, because it was outside of marriage. It had hurt, and we’d had to hide, and I’d been terrified his mom would come b
ack from work early and would catch us. I’d been petrified of being called a slut, of us being found out…

  I couldn’t feel much more different now than I had back then.

  In a good way.

  I’d trusted Kian, or so I’d thought.

  I’d loved him, or so I thought.

  While those emotions weren’t negated in the face of what had just happened, I realized how different I was now. Almost night and day. Back then, Sabina had been innocent, hopeful, and trusting.

  This Sabina? Free from pain at last, but I’d been through the grinder, I’d had to travel a long way to reach this point. I knew what pain was, had felt loss and grief, and I’d known what fear felt like—the kind of fear that made you choke up at night when you got into bed, because you were so damn scared, you felt like you could wet yourself.

  My father never forgot.

  He never had, never would, and I was his daughter. I’d shamed him. Shamed the family. That wouldn’t die.

  But I could.

  And only my death, in his eyes, would lessen the shame I’d brought to us.

  I cleared my throat at the heavy thoughts, and when his hand was there, cupping my chin, urging me to look at him, I did as he silently asked, because he’d been gentle with me. Gentle when another man might have responded aggressively to what I’d done.

  “What was that?” he inquired.

  And I couldn’t blame him for asking.

  “It was…” I blew out a breath, because how did I put into words what I didn’t even know I’d done? “I-I think I was putting memories in your mind.”

  “Memories? Of what? Someone treated you like that?” His voice went from confused to angry, but it wasn’t an anger I had to be scared of. It was for me. In my defense.

  Kali Sara, I wanted to cry at the thought.

  He wanted to tear apart my past. Rip into my memories because they dared hurt me.

  What a man.

  “My parents,” I rasped. “That was how my father treated my mother.”

  His mouth tightened. “Then he was a disgrace. Disgusting.”

  I nodded. “I know. I’m sorry I did that, I didn’t mean to, it just happened.”

  He tipped his head to the side. “Is it something I did to make you feel that way? Something that made you feel unsafe with me?”