My lips twisted as I caught her gaze with mine. “I loved you the second I saw you in Ethan’s arms.” I released a sigh, then shielded my eyes from hers, closing them so I didn’t let her see all the secrets I wasn’t sure she could handle yet. “I knew what you were to me the instant I felt them approach. I waited for them, and then, when you were there, it was only confirmed.”
“How?”
“Scent, but more than that, the connection.”
“Why didn’t the twins feel it?”
“They did, but they were confused. They’d just lost their omega, and like I told you, the omega shields the pack from a lot. She’s the barrier between the pack and the rest of the world.”
“That’s a lot of responsibility.”
“It is. But you have the shoulders to bear it, and you have the mates who will shore you up.
“Alphas rarely understand the power of the omega. Without her, we are nothing but a bunch of brutes. We have no softness, no means of seeking calm. We let the wolves out to play without fear of what that might cause. An omega is the true alpha of the pack. I, for example, am your servant. I’ve known that for a long time though, back when I saw how things were for Mother. I knew it then.”
“Did your father?”
“If he did, he was from another time and an era where women weren’t the bosses of men.” I shrugged. “I never bothered to argue with him about that because it was futile. He was who he was, and he believed what he wanted to.”
“My father was a traditionalist too.”
I snorted. “Mine would have made your father look like a modern thinker. My dad was ninety-eight when he died, Sabina. That’s a long time to be alive, and a long time to be set in your ways, especially when we’re all children of our generation.”
She hummed. “I’m glad you’re not like that.”
I laughed. “I’m sure I have my weaknesses too, but I recognize what you are, and I will always worship you for the calm you bring to us.”
She reached over and cupped my chin, forcing me to look in her direction again. I didn’t open my eyes, though, not really wanting this conversation, even though I knew the importance of it.
When she sighed my name, I looked at her because I had no choice. I needed to see her face when she sighed it like it was a benediction.
Like my name on her lips was a prayer.
When our gazes caught and held, she whispered, “Make me yours?”
The words held power, especially after what I’d just told her, and though I wanted nothing more than to make her mine, I didn’t.
Couldn’t.
“You’re not ready. After what you went through this morning, you want time, and I get that. There’s no rush. We have all the time in this world.”
She tutted. “You’re not listening.”
One second, she was beside me, the next, she straddled me. Her hands moved to either side of my head, and she leaned over me, her large tits swaying with the force and speed of the movement, her hair draping over us like it was a curtain shielding us from the unseeing eyes this place had.
I didn’t care about them, because I was of a dual nature. I was used to being out and exposed, free with nature and at one with it.
Sabina?
I was less sure if she’d be happy.
But I found no shame in what we were doing, it was only natural. Only a declaration of intent, a cementing of vows that those very eyes who were watching us had granted us in the first place.
In the cocoon of her hair, I sucked it in, loving that the scent of her was filling my lungs.
I didn’t touch her, didn’t move my hands, because I wanted her to have this.
I wanted her to own me, and when I took her again, I’d show her what it was like to be owned by me too.
So I let her move, let her take things at her own pace.
Neither of us said a word as she seduced me, but she didn’t realize she had no need to do so.
I was hers. I was born to be hers, to claim her, to possess her. To be claimed and be possessed by her. But I figured this was a lesson she needed to learn.
Just because I was the big, bad alpha of the pack, that didn’t mean I was that with her.
I had another side, a side only she’d see, and I granted the Mother my thanks because in the real world, it might have taken me a long time before I’d have opened up to her all the way.
When she kissed me, slipping her tongue between my lips, I sighed into the kiss, loving her taste, loving the way she played with me.
I could feel her she-wolf in that kiss and was glad for it. I knew if I carried on being passive, the she-wolf would come out to play, demanding all of me, and that was exactly what I wanted.
A lifetime of holding back, of having to restrain myself, wasn’t something I could easily vanquish, but she deserved all of me.
The only woman, in fact, to ever get everything that I was.
I shuddered at the thought, and inside me, where I could hear my wolf, I heard her she-wolf simply because both sides of her belonged to me. She yipped at my shudder, overjoyed at the chink she’d discovered in my control as she thrust her tongue against mine, making us cruise toward a higher plane that made me want to slam my hands into her hair, grip her tight, and hold her fast against me.
But I didn’t.
Not yet.
Not yet.
I shivered when her nails dragged down my belly, drawing nerve endings to life that were born to feel her touch, and as she did the same down my sides, I growled under my breath.
She moaned at the sound, even as she pulled her mouth from mine. When her lips went to my throat, I stared up at the sky, which was in a perpetual twilight no matter how long we’d been here, and I let her torment me.
Let her rile my beast, because only through riling me, would he come out to play.
I’d have loved to let him loose, but it wasn’t as simple as that.
A lifetime’s lessons. Decades worth of control building up into a wall that was impenetrable.
That only she’d ever be able to knock down.
I rasped out an exhalation when she sucked hard on my pulse point, but it was her moan of delight that got to me. And I sensed that was my Achilles’ heel.
The enjoyment she found in teasing me, enticing me.
The way she would rock her hips, grinding her pussy into my belly like what I was doing was the best foreplay ever. In truth, I was lying here, but she was getting herself off, and that was the biggest turn-on I thought I’d ever had in my whole life.
She flipped her hair, letting the ends trace over my chest, and the sensation of that was electric. My stomach rolled, my back arching slightly with the move, and when she ground into me, I felt the claws around my control start to snap.
Fuck.
Though she was wet—I could feel her juices against my abs—she wasn’t ready for me.
She wasn’t. They never were.
I sucked in a breath, and instead of doing the sensible thing and warning her, I let my fingers dig into the earth to keep myself contained.
She didn’t notice, not even when the sweet scent of the soil perfumed the air.
She was too busy tonguing her way down my body, tracing the lines of my chest with her mouth and teeth. When she reached the part where her juices collided with my skin, I felt the gnawing ache in my soul as the wolf started making demands.
The idea of her tasting herself, of her sampling her juices while supping from my flesh was a tease too many.
I reared up slightly, my throat tensing as I watched her work down toward my dick.
I could feel the pre-cum loading the tip, knew she was bare inches from it, and also knew that the second she touched it, that she tasted me, I was done for.
I rasped, “Sabina?”
She hummed, the vibration quivering against my stomach. “Yes?”
Fuck, what? What did I want to say?
Evidently, my reply wasn’t fast enough, because her mouth wa
s there, sliding around the tip of my cock, and I let out a hissed breath that was both a curse and plea combined.
I gulped, letting my head fall back as I dealt with the overload of sensations as she tasted me, humming with pleasure all the fucking while, and then she sucked, and that was it.
My control snapped, and my hands tunneled into her hair, holding her still as I ground out some sharp, harsh exhalations.
She made a rumbling sound that was pure she-wolf, and when she peered up at me through her hair, I saw her bitch staring back at me, and fuck, my wolf wanted to howl.
I felt the breach in my control widen, snapping larger and larger, until the chasm was growing and he could sail through without any issue.
The second he was free, she snapped her teeth at me, stunning me, and a growl rumbled from between my lips.
She growled back, unafraid of the wolf that would have had most females pissing themselves right about now.
“Straddle me,” I commanded, and seeing the arousal in her eyes was only another nail in the coffin of my limitations.
When she nodded, I let go of her hair, even as my hands clamped down around her wrists.
I held her with brute strength as she maneuvered around me again, and she didn’t dick around. Didn’t try to tease me.
She sensed where I was, and that was our wolves in communication.
Now was not the time to try to play.
She’d had her play time.
This was different.
I couldn’t fuck her like I wanted.
Not this time.
I needed her to do this, but when she did? When she was mine?
And when I knew she could take every inch of me with no concern for her, I’d let go for real, and I’d fuck her like her bitch was asking me to.
I ground out a groan when her slick heat collided with my cock.
She was like molten silk around me as she slid up and down, getting us both wet with the juices that slipped from her.
I wanted to growl at her over that, but I didn’t.
Couldn’t.
I was big, and she needed to lubricate us both, but more than that, the wolf wanted her scent all over my cock.
The thought made me snap my teeth at her, and like she had earlier, from between the tangles of her hair that was still in a nest around her head, she peered at me, and as our eyes were connected, she rolled her hips.
I held her wrists, and I refused to let go.
“Mine,” I snarled, and the sound of that one word almost ripped me back to the here and now, because the human sounds, the vowels and intonations, all of them were blurred.
My wolf was in control.
Absolutely, indefatigably in control.
I wanted to flinch at the sound, but I didn’t because fuck, it felt good to let him out. To be my true self in the here and now. With her. Only with her.
“I won’t run,” she whispered, sounding more in control, and I felt her trying to soothe me.
I could sense the tendrils of power coming from her, and I recognized, even more, that she didn’t even know she was doing that.
But there was no soothing an alpha.
Not when his wolf was riled up with need for his mate’s cunt.
Her words, on the other hand, I believed, because I needed to let go of her wrists to do what needed to be done.
So, with my teeth bared, I made the move slowly, needing to stay calm so I didn’t hurt her.
She didn’t try to move away, her hands didn’t slap at me for release, she let me gather both wrists in one hand, and then, I reached between us.
Grabbing a hold of my cock, I held it up, waiting on her to arch her hips so I could guide her onto me.
She moaned the second the tip was inside, and her head fell back, the hair cascading in a tumble that was more beautiful than the waterfall beyond, and I watched as she slowly accepted me, taking all of me.
All I had to give.
I watched my cock disappear into her cunt, watched it sliding into that secret crevice, and only then did I let go of her wrists for a second before they were both in my grip.
I used my hold on her to demand she move lower, and she did, coming onto her elbows. I knew it was awkward, but I didn’t care.
I didn’t want her to fuck me, I wanted her to feel me.
I wanted her to know who was claiming her pussy.
I wanted her to know who was claiming her.
She blew out a breath, letting a few locks of hair waft out of the way so she could see me better.
I could see the sweat beading her brow, and even though, in her eyes, I saw the torment of her need, I felt it.
Her pussy clamped around me in a dance that was like a wave, triggering delight in me.
“Do. It. Again.”
My order was barely intelligible, but she understood, and she did it again, moving up and down, doing fucking miraculous things without us having to break the connection forging to life between us.
My need rumbled out from between my lips in a low groan, and hers escaped in high-pitched mewls.
She worked us both.
Drove us both insane.
All while locked to me, tied in one place.
Our skin was glued together with sweat, each breath began to slip from our lungs at the same time, and I could feel the second our hearts began to sync.
And only when that happened, did I stop clasping her wrists.
“Make me yours, mate,” I rasped, and she surprised me by sitting up and reaching for my hands again, bridging the fingers on my belly and starting to ride me.
My nostrils flared as I started to arch my hips, bouncing up so she could rock into me, and only when she started to move faster, reaching her own pleasure, did I start to let go.
When her cunt clamped down around me again, this time I knew why.
I felt her explode, and as I began to come, I felt the knot surge into being.
All my life, I’d longed for this moment.
A moment where my knot would tie me to my true mate.
The second I’d known what a cock was, what it could do, I’d wanted it locked into the woman who was born to take me.
As it forged a connection that would only end in our deaths, I felt her stiffen as she climaxed again. The moment my cum slalomed into her, she growled, her she-wolf out and free, and my only response was to howl with her, my wolf as liberated as hers as they owned the moment.
Owned us.
And the joy of it was?
I had nothing to be ashamed of, because she was as wild as me.
Nine
Sabina
I woke up stiff, and that didn’t come as a surprise.
When you fell asleep with a penis inside you, it was never all that comfortable. But when you woke up with one that was tied to you by some kind of crazy magic? Some odd barb that made me wish I’d trained to be a veterinarian so I’d know how the frickin’ thing worked?
Even less comfortable.
But the joy was, I was on top of him, covering him, and I woke up loaded with his scent.
That had been intense.
Ay caramba.
So fucking wild, even though it had started off with him being like a goddamn ice man.
Kali Sara, he’d let me have free rein over him in a way that I’d never have expected, but then, I’d come to realize why.
His control was such that he was behind a wall, and I’d had to break down each brick, let myself through that wall, or alternatively, let him out.
I knew he was free now.
I could feel his wolf inside him, and my she-wolf was purring happily away in my soul too.
It was strange to feel like I was two entities in one body, but also, it felt good.
Right.
And being with someone who was dealing with the same situation just made it better.
I’d never felt his wolf before.
Ever.
Not unless he’d been shifted.
And I knew t
hat showed how deep he’d had the poor creature locked down.
That the beast was free made me happy, and it made me determined to keep the wolf calm and Eli too, because quite clearly, he feared its power. Feared what it might do, and I didn’t blame him.
The wolf?
Powerful.
In a way size couldn’t possibly explain.
I’d seen the beast, after all. And while he was large, that was nothing compared to his spirit.
It was epic.
All-consuming too.
In its presence, I felt like I was drowning in him, but not in a bad way. Not like how I’d felt earlier at the totem. Like he was teaching me how to breathe a different way.
“No greeting for your mate?” he rumbled, making me realize he was awake.
I jerked up, surprised enough to almost elbow him in the belly.
He snickered, caught my arm before it collided, then held me up as he peered into my face.
Behind the amusement, there was concern in his eyes, and I got it. I did.
He was…
Shit, he was terrifying.
The beast was so powerful, it was like he had a black hole in his fucking soul, and yet, that beast was mine.
He belonged to me.
Man and wolf.
And I wanted them both. I didn’t want him to tie himself up again, lock himself inside that wall he’d built to keep calm and controlled.
I gnawed my bottom lip, suddenly feeling shy by that penetrative look. Even as he felt concern, I was nervous.
I’d been born to control this man’s power.
I knew that, and the knowledge settled into my bones like it never could have before.
“Morning, mate,” I murmured.
“You’re not scared of me,” he whispered back, and even though I heard my nerves, he was right.
I wasn’t scared.
Fear didn’t litter my greeting.
“I’m not.”
He sucked in a breath, shuttering his eyes. “You probably should be.”
“You’ll never hurt me. That beast will never overwhelm me. You know that.”
He grunted, then raised his arm and used it to cover his face.
When he did that, I scowled at him.
My mates were all so distinctive. Austin had been so playful and overjoyed at our connection. When I’d woken up with him, we’d played in the water for hours.
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