by Dee Garcia
“Well," I pause, steeling myself, my heart hammering like a wild stampede. "Whoever wrote it isn’t wrong. I do love you.”
Brown eyes flash, dubiously enough that I'm nodding vigorously, silently begging him to see the validity in my eyes. And he must because his arm entraps me a mere blink later, pulling me into him.
“Say it again,” he demands in that husky timbre, provoking a deep swallow as his hands run up my back, then a shiver as his lips drop to my ear.
“W-which part?”
“The part where you said you loved me.”
The need in his request, God...
“I love you…” I breathe, and immediately, I feel his elated smile.
“Again.”
“I love you.”
No sooner do the words leave my mouth before he's pressing me flush against his hard planes, almost lifting me off my feet in the process. “Does this mean I can officially say you’re mine?”
“I think I’ve been yours from the day you found me,” I admit, and I truly do believe it, too.
He saw me, I saw him.
And that was it.
Up the rest of my back his palms glide, then into my hair when he tugs my head back, ghosting his lips just above my own. “My little lost girl, all wide-eyed and afraid back then.”
“Never with you," I whisper. "I’ve never felt anything but safe with you.”
“Hook got to keep Tinksley. Can I keep you?”
“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Yes or no question, little wolf.”
"Yes…”
His grip tightens in my hair, a silent warning. “I won’t let you go after this.”
“I don’t want you to. There’s nothing for me back there, Tavi, absolutely nothing. All I want is you and me, us.”
Tavi growls at my admission, and I mean really growls. It's the most arousing thing I’ve ever heard in my life, and by far, the most predatory I've heard rip from his chest in the time I've known him.
“I’m about to mark the ever-loving fuck out of you.”
My breath catches as he nips my neck, my eyes falling shut. “What does that mean?”
“It means you’re mine.”
♫ Lost Without U - Robin Thicke ♫
We stumble into the house in a frenzy all the way to my room, leaving a small trail of clothes in our wake. Somehow, she manages to toss me on the bed first and climb on top of me, but I'm too fast and far too adamant. I want her beneath me, want to consume her so wholly she’ll have no doubts who she belongs to when I’m done with her. Rolling her onto her back, my mouth never strays from hers as I go about undoing the button of her jeans.
“Can’t run from me now, little wolf.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she pants, struggling to do the very same to me, her hands shaking, fingers fumbling with the button.
The second I rip hers down her legs and toss them behind me, I’m shedding mine—my boxers too—and stepping out of them.
Her panties are next, flying overhead into the same pile as her pants, leaving her bared for me.
Completely-fucking-bared.
Shoving her legs apart, I sink to my knees between them, inhaling her scent deeply as I admire her pink little cunt. The last time I had her, everything happened so quickly I didn’t get to enjoy every motion, every view, every fucking angle.
This time? I’m having my way. My dad won’t be back any time soon. He knew damn well what was about to go down, hence his urgent need to go see Kimi.
“Tavi, please…” she whines, and fuck me if it doesn’t do shit to me.
“Don’t “please” me. I’ve waited what feels like centuries to really get you alone. I’m eating this pussy first.”
“Good God…”
“What’s wrong, baby? Too crude?” I smirk, dragging my nose up her center.
“Never.” She shakes her head. “It just sounds so sexy coming from you.”
Note to self: my little wolf enjoys dirty talk.
Chuckling, I spread her lips with my thumbs, salivating at the way her essence glistens.
“Goddamn, you’re drenched, baby,” I grit, licking my lips in anticipation.
“All for you.”
Damn right you are. Humming appreciatively, I go right in for the kill, sucking her clit between my lips. Her hips buck off the bed, but I push her back down, trapping her thighs beneath my palms as I relish that first moan that rolls off her tongue. It has to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, even sweeter than the first time I had her.
And I bet she tastes just as sweet, too.
Another quick suck and I’m pulling off, dipping down lower, tongue lashing out against her slit. Her essence coats me almost immediately, blasting over my tastebuds, leaving me wanting more.
She’s sweeter than I imagined.
“So good, baby”—slurp—“You taste so. Fucking. Good.”
Wendy mewls at my concession and trails her hands up her body, clasping her tits in a death grip as she tries rolling against my tongue.
She’s losing it already, desperate for more friction, and I’m only just getting started.
I eat her fiendishly, without a single ounce of mercy, leisurely working my way up with leisure, swirling the very tip in slow circles around her clit that leave her shuddering in my grasp.
“Tavi,” she pants, “please. Please fuck me. I need you...”
“You’re gonna have me, baby, don’t worry. We have time,” I remind her, sucking her lips, nipping at them between my teeth. “I need you to come for me first, right here on my tongue.”
Another decadent moan rents the air, louder still when I add a finger into the mix and crook it against that spot.
“Oh, God. Oh, God…”
She’s getting closer, walls greedily sucking my finger in deeper as I increase the speed and push down on her mound with a firm hand. My little wolf isn’t just going to come, she’s going to explode.
And that’s exactly what I want.
I want her gushing for me.
Limp.
Borderline incoherent.
A few more pumps as my tongue assaults her clit, and the spasms match the frequency of her moans. Any minute now. She’s going to blow any minute now, and I can’t wait.
Harder, faster, I fingerfuck her like my life depended on it, gaze rapt on the way her fingers pull at her nipples, how her back bows off the bed, eyes likely in the back of her bed.
“Give it to me, Wendy. Give me what I want. Come for me, baby,” I growl, teeth bared from the force of my ministrations.
What tips her over the edge is that one final suck to her clit.
Gasping around every bit of air her lungs can take, she literally gushes all over my hand, her juices running my arm as I continue the onslaught, my dick fucking throbbing against the side of the bed.
By the time I withdraw, she won’t know what year it is, that’s how hard she just came.
Satisfied with my handiwork, I’m crawling over her as she lays there in a heap, panting, whimpering. The bed is soaked beneath her, but I’m not sure she even feels it.
Hand stroking my cock, I pump it enough to alleviate the mounting pressure and rub in the precum leaking from the tip. I’m sliding in right after that, eyes rolling as her pussy sucks me right in, molding against like she was made for me.
“Fuck,” we hiss in tandem, relishing this feeling right here.
Something we got the tiniest taste of only to be denied time and time again.
Dropping my forehead to hers, I claim her mouth in a fierce kiss, tongue dipping playfully into her mouth. She’s spent, but she’s still with me, kissing me back with equal fervor.
“I love you,” she mumbles, locking her arms around my neck. “I love you so fucking much, Tavi.”
If I could howl right now, I would. I know she’s said it already, but hearing it again as I fill her to the hilt is something else entirely.
“I love you, too, little wolf, more than I thin
k you could possibly understand.” I waste absolutely no time following my declaration, don’t bother taking it slow.
I can’t, the beast within wants nothing of that nature.
I need to fuck her.
Need to her own.
Need to mark her.
Arm curling around one of her legs, I roll my hips deeper, pistoning in and out of her cunt.
So warm, so fucking wet.
So mine.
“You keep doing that and… and…” she moans, using every bit of strength within her to hold on as I fuck her silly into the mattress.
“And what, baby?” I slam into her repeatedly, grunting from exertion. “Tell me. And what?”
“And I’m gonna come again!”
“Do it. I need it,” I groan, gritting my jaw as my balls tighten. She needs to come now, ‘cause I’m about to spill inside of her any second now. “Look at me while you come for me, little wolf. I want to see you fall apart.”
Our stares collide, heartbeats thrashing as one, and with one last punishing thrust, I watch her pupils dilate right as her walls clamp down around my length, and another spine rattling moan meets my ears.
She doesn’t gush this time, but the explosion is no less intense. I would know because I’m going off right after her, my gaze boring into her as I hold her down on my dick.
And that’s when it happens.
The moment I feel that hitch in time, this flip of an invisible switch deep inside as my wolf grabs hold of her soul and sinks its claws deep inside. I can see him reflected in her eyes, igniting this fire meant to burn only between her and I.
Because she’s mine now.
Only mine.
And I’ll be damned if anyone—or anything—tries to rip her away from me ever again.
♫ Legends Never Die - League of Legends ♫
My palms sweat as I reach out and nervously rap my knuckles against the door. I don’t know what I’m doing here, honestly. It’s probably not the best time considering Wendy’s just returned and all.
But if I don’t tell someone, I may explode, and Tigerlily’s one of the few people I trust.
Moments later, she opens the front door to her home, donning a warm, friendly smile. “Hey, you.”
“Can I come in?” I ask hastily, bypassing any and all pleasantries.
This is urgent.
Those brown eyes of hers widen in alarm as she steps aside to let me in. “Of course.”
Making a bee-line for the kitchen counter, I plop into one of the stools in a heap, my hands wringing restlessly in my lap. Tigerlily joins me almost immediately thereafter and chooses the spot opposite of me across the counter, regarding me with an examining stare.
When I don’t initiate any sort of conversation, much less begin to explain the reason for my impromptu visit, she blurts, “What the hell is going on, T?”
Yeah, she’s slightly panicking now, and I can’t blame her. I showed up here on a whim, clearly panicking myself. I don’t even know where to start, though. How to say it. Hell, I still don’t know how to believe it. I’m still in shock, so is Hook...
“I’m pregnant,” I spew hurriedly, cringing the tiniest bit as her head jerks back, and her entire expression falls slack.
“Whaaat? No, wait… How?”
That’s the same thing I’d asked Ward.
“Yeah, I know.” I scoff a wee chuckle. “Evidently, it can happen. Ward explained it as the immortal rendition of wolves and their fated mates. Vampirism doesn’t rule out procreation, it just lowers chances greatly. Halflings and hybrids naturally have higher chances, too, and well—I’m both.”
“So wait, you’re telling me that all along what we’ve known about immortality and procreation is a crock of shit?”
“Not exactly. It really is rare. Like I said, chances are low, but there’s exceptions to the rule.”
“Oh my god…” She’s speechless, and again—I can’t blame her. If Hook and I are stunned, imagine what’s running through her mind. “This is...this is exciting, right? I mean, the universe is basically telling you that Hook is your great love.”
“Yes? Maybe?” I try sounding enthusiastic, but the slump in my shoulders says it all. “I don’t know, honestly.”
And I don’t.
Callan, yes. My heart could explode, knowing he was always meant to be mine. The baby, though… I love kids, but if you’ll remember, friends—I hadn’t wanted them any time soon, and once I completed my transition to immortality, I took them off the table altogether. I’d already accepted the fact I wouldn’t be a mother one day, and I was quite okay with it being just me and my Captain forever.
“Shit, okay,” Tigerlily hisses and glances around the kitchen, quickly reaching for the burnt orange teapot on the stove. “How about I make us some tea, and we can talk about it?”
“Is she… Is she here?” I question simply.
She knows exactly who I’m talking about, nodding in accordance. “She is, but they’re still sleeping. My dad finally let her stay in the house.”
A good thing, obviously. Callan told me all about the Chief’s thoughts on his son’s new infatuation.
The same infatuation who miscarried a baby not long ago.
Cutting my gaze out the window, I point toward the outdoor seating. “Think we should go outside to talk?”
“Why?” Tigerlily asks as she goes about filling the pot and igniting the burner. “They’re sleeping, and even if she does walk in on the conversation, I don’t foresee her being triggered by your news if that’s what you’re worried about.” She says it knowingly, too, as intuitive as ever.
That’s exactly what I’m worried about. Yes, she confessed feeling relief at the loss of the child, but it’s still quite fresh. Wouldn’t it be painful to some extent? Not to mention, I’ve ensured the girl will have enough triggers because of me. I’m not looking to add another one to that list.
My face must say something I can’t feel because Tigerlily gives me this thrown look. “What?”
Do not cry.
Do not cry.
Do not fucking cry.
“I just… I feel so awful.” Aaand I’m crying, face falling into my hands. Wendy may have accepted my apology or at least agreed to move one from what happened between us, but that’s done nothing to ease the newfound sense of regret and shame I feel on a constant basis. More so now that I have all these hormones raging through me.
“Tinks, you have to let the past go. If she’s trying to move on with her life, you need to do the same.”
She doesn’t get it. My eyes burn hotter as the tears seem to fall faster. “I don’t know how! I’m so plagued by regret, I can’t tell you when was the last time I got a good night's rest...”
“Tinksley, stop.”
“What? It’s true! She miscarried that baby from stress and trauma. I am that fucking trauma! And now here I am, carrying the very thing she lost.”
“Wow, you really are pregnant,” Tigerlily comments and the way it meets my ears bubbles a laugh in my throat.
“This is what almost three months looks like. I feel crazy, I swear. If I’m not crying, I’m laughing. Or eating. Feeding. There is no happy medium for me these days.”
“Better than raging, right? But seriously, stop beating yourself up, T. Number one, I don’t think she hates you. Does she have the right to be wary of you? As much as I’ve grown to love you, I’m going to have to say yes, she does. And two, you know how she felt about the baby, right?”
I nod.
“So then what’s with the waterworks?”
God, this is going to sound so pathetic. “I’m afraid…”
Tigerlily’s expression melts just as the teapots whistles. “Oh, honey, I think every woman is likely afraid during their first pregnancy.”
“It’s not the pregnancy. It’s the after part, being a mom,” I admit, watching her bustle about to prepare two mugs. “Kids were off the table for me. I was ready to just spend my life with Callan. What kind of
mother could I ever possibly be after what I did to Wendy?”
Her flinty gaze snaps up to mine. “Stop it. Your past actions don’t dictate the future or your ability to be a mother.”
“That’s what Callan keeps telling me, but it’s like I woke up from some nightmare only to find a path of destruction I’d caused while I was checked out. I’m sick to hell with myself.”
“And you need to stop.” She walks around the counter and sets the mugs down before sliding into the stool beside me. “I think you’ve learned from your mistakes, and I also think you’re going to be a great mom.”
“Callan said that, too.” I can almost hear his voice in my head, an amorous smile drifting across my lips as I reach for one of the piping-hot mugs.
“How does he feel about this?”
Blowing the surface, I observe the billowing smoke floating away. “He was shocked, hadn’t known or heard of vampires procreating. Even Draegan didn’t know, which says a lot. But he’s excited, more than I am, that’s for sure. He’s already picked out names.”
I feel rather than see her megawatt smile. “Awww, did he really? That’s so cute. What are they?”
“He loves Lincoln Pierce for a boy and Everly Rose for a girl.” Both which I like, too, I’ll confess. I have no complaints with his choices whatsoever.
“Those are good names,” she agrees fondly. “Are you more keen on one than the other?”
“I wouldn’t say more keen, but I can so vividly picture a little Hook; it’s not even funny.” A miniature Callan, with that dark hair and those baby blues? Excuse me while I melt and my eyes burst with tiny little hearts.
“But you can picture a baby, yes? Which means a part of you has to be excited.” The proverbial smile of her query leaves me smiling right along with her.
“I guess you’re right, yeah.”
Her touch, gentle as ever, settles on my arm. “Everything is going to be fine, T, you’ll see. This is good. That little bean will likely help keep you in check, too.”
Keep me in check?
Wow.
It’s like the lightbulb goes off.
“You know, I hadn’t even thought of that.”
Tigerlily chuckles around a sip, cutting me a sideways glance. “Because you focus on the negative first. You’ve always been that way.”