Until I Make You MINE (Wolves of Amrok Hollow)

by Jeanette Lynn

  He was trying to be sexy and serious, but...

  “Gonna try and play out that meme... daddy?” I burst out, chortling. And I was off again.

  “Shut up,” he muttered, scowling down at me fiercely as I grinned at him from over my shoulder.

  Mirth washed over me—his. Tapping my hip, telling me without words to sit still, his hand sliding higher up then to smooth up my spine, he stopped at my neck. His fingers flexed, tightening, pressing as he came up behind me, until I was forced to either comply, fight back or pretend to, or flex that Alpha power and take over. No, this was his show, and I was game to go along for the ride. I rather liked when Ansel wanted to be in charge. In the bedroom, at least.

  “Mine,” I heard him mutter, right as the prickly hairs along his well-muscled legs brushed the backs of my thighs. “Don’t move,” he instructed, pulling back to take his cock in hand. And that’s when I felt him. The thick, bulbous head of his shaft brushed the lips of my sex, finding my heat. Notching the head of his cock at my entrance, I spied him watching, his free hand braced on the upper part of my ass, as he slipped inside my body, one delicious inch at a time. Closing my eyes, wiggling restlessly as he took his sweet assed time sliding home, I moaned and clamped my muscles down around him.

  “I said don’t move,” he growled out, trying to sound angry. I could hear the smirk in his voice, feel the smug, taunting tease as his feelings became mine. Fuck. Screwing while we were so tightly intertwined like this, mind, body, and soul, I couldn’t explain it. There was nothing like it. I clamped down around him again, harder, knowing what would come next. Pulling back, his hips snapped forward, roughly giving a harsh thrust. A swat to my bottom had me jerking, my eyes snapping open as he slowly pulled out, almost all the way out.

  “Don’t you fucking- Ah!” Gripping my hips, a snarl in his throat, he slammed back home so forcefully my teeth clacked. My hands clawed the bedding as he dropped forward, his hands curling in the torn comforter alongside mine, and he proceeded to fuck me senseless.

  “Mine,” he kept muttering, pistoning into me wildly. My toes curled, legs locking as I held on for the ride. My fingers slid over his along the sheets, curling over them, and I began to move my hips, ignoring his snarls at his command being ignored.

  “Make me stop,” I said on a laugh, turning my head to nip his bicep playfully.

  Thick, dark fur began to replace his arm hair and I grinned. Oh, it was on! It was so on!

  ∞∞∞

  Ansel grunted, laid back in his recliner, a fat ice pack wrapped in a kitchen towel pressed up against his junk over his thick sweats. The television was on low, but I wasn’t paying any attention, engrossed in our bath tub bumpin’ book. I was technically book cheating on him, in a sense, but I wanted to know what came next! I was hooked and already had plans to quietly confiscate the next book in the series, and then the next, until I’d satisfied this insatiable little book lovin’ heart.

  Ansel grunted and shifted in the oversized, dark blue corduroy comfy chair.

  “Any better?” I asked with a wince.

  My Asshole shrugged but his cheeks flushed a little. “Boner’s gone down. No fear of permanent damage on that front,” he grunted out.

  “I really am sorry,” I mumbled on a wince, my shoulders slumping as I flopped back against the couch pillow I was propped up on, pretending interest in the fishing show on the TV.

  “It’s fine, baby. Just maybe, you know, don’t mate mark anywhere near my groin, eh?”

  “You did it first,” I muttered petulantly, my heart flitting a little as he chuckled softly.

  “Yes. Yes, I did,” he said unashamedly. But then he winced, and a small, barely muted whimper left me. “Don’t make me come over there,” he growled. “My balls still feel like they’re in a vise.”

  “Should we take you to the doctor?” I worried.

  “And what?” he barked, alarmed. “Tell them we were fucking around and you accidently nipped one of my testicles when you sank fang into my thigh, after I marked my naturally dominant, Alpha female mate, when I know better? I got no plans to sit through a lecture, Roly. I have the shifter equivalent to a bottle of erection maintaining medication coursing through me, keeping me stiff for the better part of... what time is it now? Doesn’t matter. I just need time. It’ll-”

  “I said I was sorry...” I hadn’t meant to! It was an accident! Heat of the moment. He’d challenged my wolf and we’d taken affront to it. He’d marked my inner thigh first! We’d wanted to mark his back. I had no idea he was going to freak out when I lunged for that particular area of his body with our wolfish muzzle. I hadn’t with him. I sunk down harder, swallowing thickly. My eyes prickled and I got mad that I was suddenly part watering pot. What gives, man?

  “Roly, come here.”

  Rolling to face him, I slid off the couch. Setting down my current read on the small coffee table next to me, I bit my lip. He was blocking me, our connection, mentally, and it was giving me mad anxiety. I was too guilt ridden to complain at the moment, and just suffered in shamed silence. Was he pissed and hiding it? Was he... having regrets? Second thoughts? Jerking a step closer, decked out in one of his thick flannels and loose pair of long john bottoms, my hands wrung together, hidden by the loose cuffs of his maroon and grey flannel shirt’s sleeves.

  Noting my hesitancy, he lifted his arms, frowning, and beckoned me closer. “Roly, baby, come here.” His hands motioned, urging me closer.

  “Are you mad?” His mark still tingled, quite pleasantly, as the material covering my leg brushed it. I shivered and gulped.

  Ansel’s eyes heated as he watched, but then he winced, and I cringed.

  “Come,” he whispered softly, his head cocking as something inside me clicked and I began to shut down a little. My heart was pounding so hard I felt faint. I was trembling but trying to hide it. Ansel felt like my everything. I’d hurt my everything. I’m a horrible mate. A sob caught in my throat. His eyes widened as he watched mine drop.

  I was fucking all of this up and now he was blocking me out. I knew I should have held back. I should have- I backed up a step. My heart started to pound louder, thudding in my ears. Fuck. The room was spinning. I can’t- I don’t-

  A hand touched my shoulder and I jumped. Blinking, I found myself in my mate’s arms, his big body snuggling me up in his warmth. His end of our connection snapped back on line and I let out a half sob of relief. It was like a current of eclectic, electric emotions zipping in faster than I could compute. Embarrassment and hints of physical pain swam in my head, but he was here! I could feel him again.

  “I’m not an Omega, not even a little. I can’t take the pain away,” I opined, burying my face in his throat as he dragged me back to his chair, literally dragged me, my thick socked feet sliding loudly across the carpet, and he settled us back into his wide chair. “I’m too heavy,” I mumbled against the succulent smell of his skin. Mmm.

  “Shut up,” he muttered, “just don’t accidently knee me in the groin. I might pop one and my dick’ll break off.”

  “Ansel-”

  “Stop blocking me out. I’m sorry I did it to you. It’s reflexive. I was embarrassed.”

  “I wasn’t trying to. I barely understand how all of this even works. And I should be embarrassed,” I huffed, and I was, so horribly I wanted to cry. I’d maimed my mate! And we were only on day two of this blessed union. My wolf whimpered along with me this time.

  “STOP IT. It was an accident. I should have trusted you not to rip my dick off.”

  Pausing in my self-castigations, my eyebrows shot up. “You thought I was going to bite your dick off? What am I, a werewolf black widow? What good are you to me without a magic stick, Asshole? You’re no use to me dead.”

  “Praying mantis take off the other head, widows don’t eat dicks, that I know of... And, gee, thanks, Roly, you say the nicest shit.” His chest rumbled with barely suppressed laughter.

  Echoing his thoughts the other day, I quipped, “Y
eah, well, I say a lot of shit.”

  “Ow.” Ansel’s deep, husky laugh had me grinning. “It hurts. Stop making me laugh. Ow, damn it.” Reaching around me, my smile fell as the telltale crinkle of his icepack registered. “Hey,” he said after a moment, the cool breeze coming in through the back window cooling my flaming cheeks. He waited until I pulled back to look at him to continue. “Stop. Stop it right now.” Gripping the lower half of my face hard enough I winced, he dragged me closer to him. Nose to nose, his eyes shifted before my eyes. “I like you just the way you are, my rough, uncut gem. You feel me, Roly? You’re mine, all of you, and don’t you dare ever think of tempering your crazy assed self for me. I want all of you, the wild, the wacky, the temperamental and sometimes emotional, the death glares and soft smiles. The shy looks and the shit eating evil grins. I’m sorry I blocked you out. That shit was on me. I’ll think twice before doing it again. And if I do, because I can’t guarantee I won’t, I’ll explain why sooner. Deal?”

  Unable to speak, I tried to nod but his grip was too tight. My weird ass kinda liked it. A thrill trickled up my spine. “Amsole?” I garbled out, when it looked like he was waiting for me to nod or something, a feat currently unattainable.

  “Hmmm?”

  “Han yoo weht go ub my face now? I’m hoosing feewing.”

  “Shit. Right. Sorry.” His hand fell away, coming back moments later to examine my jaw worriedly.

  “You didn’t break it. I’m fine,” I said between jaw stretches.

  “You sure?”

  “Yes.”

  The timer in the kitchen, stating the lasagna he’d popped into the oven for dinner was ready. “That’s my cue,” I said with a long suffering sigh that had him grinning.

  “You could always let it burn?” he teased, eyeing me as I stood and stretched.

  “And feed you extra crispy Sauce Magnificence? Never!”

  “I never knew why Fynn called it that,” he murmured out loud.

  “Who knows why Fynn does anything,” I called from the kitchen.

  “Don’t freak out. I’m standing up,” Ansel called. Pain, as in soreness, his soreness, had me wincing. “I feel that! Knock it off!”

  “But I’m sorry!” I squeaked. Then, calmer, lower, as I ignored his humor over my discomfort at his discomfort—phew, this mating stuff was complicated— “Do you need anything?” I shouted after him. “I can get you more ice... A pack of frozen peas work better?”

  “Nah. I, uh... I gotta- Erm. I’ll be back.”

  Rushing back into the living room, eyes widening as he started to shut out our connection, hurt shot through me. Ansel, sensing this, shoved the connection back open so wide and fast I stumbled back with the force of it.

  “Sorry, baby,” he apologized. He went to lunge for me, as if he could catch me from across the way, but I garbled out a noise, catching myself, and motioned for him to stay put.

  Hands outstretched, stumbling forward, lobster oven mitts snug on my hands, I stopped dead in my tracks, glancing toward his original destination, off near the back downstairs bedroom and bottom of the stairs. The entire upper floor served as his master bedroom. No way could he hobble up there right this moment. Recalling spotting a bathroom near the back downstairs bedroom, I relaxed marginally.

  “Yeah,” he grumbled, then cleared his throat. “Romantic, huh?” he muttered as the truth slipped between our connection.

  “Oh.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Is that all?” Sighing happily, I blew him a noisy kiss that had his eyes dancing, though his typical Ansel scowl was firmly in place. My relief trumped everything. “Everyone has to... let it go, sometime, An.” A lobster mitt patted my chest. “Even me.”

  “Right,” I heard him mutter as he disappeared down the hall, like he didn’t want to think too hard on that fact, “but I’m going to pretend you don’t, because I can.”

  Ansel, a prude? This thought buoyed me as I traipsed back into the kitchen. Removing the lasagna to set it on the stove, I pulled the mitts off to shove them back into the drawer near the oven, chortling my little heart out.

  “It’s not that funny!” he shouted, his voice echoing from the bathroom.

  “Need a magazine? A book? Shall I light a candle as I hold vigil waiting for your return? I think I saw a scented one somewhere around here... No? A light a match kinda guy, then? Don’t fall in! I don’t think your balls could handle the icy dip.”

  “Very funny!”

  “I thought it was,” I muttered, my cheeks pulling so wide they hurt. “Everybody takes shits, baby! Every body has gotta poop! Isn’t there a children’s book on that or something?”

  “You can stop now!” His embarrassment and humor mixed, vying for first place. Deciding I’d tortured him enough, I quieted down.

  “But I was just warming up,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head. Turning off the oven, I washed my hands and searched out two plates, silverware, napkins, and cups, making myself at home setting the table and pouring two glasses of ice tea. There. Perfect. As soon as he was done making room, ahem, we could eat. Thinking of his, erm, ball problem, I went to the freezer and checked the ice tray, then his assortment of frozen veggies.

  I’d just finished doling out two generous portions of lasagna and put on one of his DVDs to watch until he unearthed from the restroom when there was a knock at the front door, a sharp rap of a rolling tap-tap-tap. Huh. Quietly sidling up to the thick wooden portal, I peered through the peephole.

  “Emmy? Emersyn? Ansel? We know you’re in there.” Eldritch stood on the doorstep, straightening a grey cotton shirt over his chest, a loose pair of baggy shorts hanging low on his hips. Rowdy, Byron, and a few others were with him, all dressed similarly. They’d shifted and snuck up, trying to get the drop on us. The pack Alpha sounded like a dude in a cop show. Detective Dork had questions, and he wanted answers, damn it.

  “I dunno,” I murmured wryly. “What’s the password?”

  “What?” Eldritch looked startled, scowling at the front door like it’d just insulted his mother. “Emmy? Did you just-” Eldritch spun and looked to Rowdy and Byron, who didn’t seem very happy to be here. “Did she just ask what the password was?” A moment of silence passed as Rowdy crossed his thick arms over his chest, Byron following. The two shared a look and their lips twitched. Eldritch leaned in to whisper to the other wolves, “I don’t know what she- What’s the password?”

  Rolling his eyes, Rowdy snorted. “Yo, bossy boots,” he called. “You okay in there, girly? My broseefus being a beast, or you’re alright?”

  “Is he being a beast to me?” I echoed. “He’s just fine and dandy, why?” I’d momentarily forgotten about him supposed to be in wolf hole timeout. “He’s taking a shit!” I fairly shouted, grinning when I felt Ansel startle across our connection.

  “What’s going on out there?” he barked suddenly. “Who are you talkin’ to, Roly?”

  “Myself? The tooth fairy? Finish pinchin’ your loaf, handsome, and leave me to it. Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours any. Ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle!” Turning back to the door, I knocked on it, mimicking the way Eldritch had.

  Peering through the peephole at a strange sound, I found Byron and Rowdy leaning on each other, silently howling with laughter, while Eldritch stood there stiffly, lips a thin line, waiting for entry. Tears streaming down his face, Rowdy wheezed out, holding his hands out, fingers flying over his cell phone in what I assumed was a text, “I think she’s fine, boss. If anything, maybe we should be lookin’ out for him.”

  “Oh my god! I said I was sorry,” I burst out. “It was an accident! Ansel,” I bellowed, assuming it was Rowdy and him exchanging messages, “you told?! It was an accident! I said I was Sooo-rrry!”

  “Wait. What.” Byron glanced at Rowdy, who was a typing madman, and blinked.

  Eldritch’s head cocked and he arched a brow. “You’ve maimed him? Permanently?” Glancing to Rowdy to confirm or deny, he almost looked happy at the thought. What
the fuck?!

  With a snarl in my throat, I grabbed the doorknob, unlocking the door with my other hand to swing it open. “What the fuck do you mean permanently, sounding happy about it, you freak?! He’s your third! He’s pack! Does loyalty mean nothing to you? You prissy wolf twatwaffle! I nipped him. Nipped! It was a total fucking accident! Unlike what I’mma do to you if you act happy about my mate getting hurt ever again! Rowdy, stop fucking texting him! It’s none of your business, you nosy old coot!” Putting force behind it, I watched as Rowdy blinked, jerked, and then just chucked his phone.

  Gaping at me, Rowdy mumbled, “Fuck,” and his hands shot up, eyes wide in his shocked face.

  Eldritch stumbled back a few steps, his bare feet sliding along the cool cement of the porch. “Emmy, I don’t know what Ansel has told you, but he’s not in his right-”

  “Shut up,” I barked, borrowing my mate’s favorite words of love to shoot my way. “It ever occurred to you y’all only ever have had to put a wolf in your furry dungeon when it’s mating related? I’ve been thinkin’ on this and Ansel is a wonderful font of pack information. It ever occur to you to, I dunno, maybe encourage them to work it out with their intended? Some wolf counseling? A couple’s retreat suite within the compound, a quiet place to chill the fuck out within the compound, think for a minute, cool the fuck off with your mate, your source of calm, near, I don’t fucking know, anything but say fuck it and put them in a god damned hole alone, completely cut off! Most of you furry assholes are social creatures, are you not?” My snarl ripped through the air. Everyone present winced. Crouching, preparing, glaring at Eldritch, I quickly started to shift, the pack Alpha gulping audibly, readying to quickly shift as well.