Filed to story: The Wolf Prince’s Fated Love
The list was short. Kane was happily bonded now and safe from my ire. But Reed, he was like a brother to me. The thought of the two of them together made me physically ill after what she and I had shared.
The sky was beginning to lighten, and as I watched the golden fingers of sunlight pierce the darkness, a realization hit me.
Even if there had been someone else, she could still be my daughter. My heart pounded as I sat bolt upright.
The baby might be mine, and I had to find out. Could Brielle tell us who the father was? She was a doctor, so if her magic couldn’t tell, surely a good old-fashioned DNA test could, right? Was that safe for a pregnant woman? I didn’t know, but I could find out.
I gazed around the plane, but when I spotted Brielle, she was fast asleep at Kane’s side, and all the fervor leaked out of me.
It could wait, at least until we were inside the castle and settled. Even if I woke her and asked right now, she didn’t have DNA testing equipment in her luggage. It would take time.
I raked an irritated hand through my hair, the idea of waiting even an hour to find out was pure torture.
But there’s still hope.
I refused to look too closely at why I wanted the baby to be mine. It was illogical. If there was another man, I should want an easy out. Goddess knew my personal situation was already fucked up enough that I shouldn’t be pining after a baby mama who wasn’t my fated mate.
But Leigh had sunk her claws into me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake her off. My wolf wouldn’t accept any other woman but her ever since we’d spent the night together. Not that I was on the prowl, but several available women had offered me room keys the night of the Johnson City pack’s ball, and I’d turned them all down cold.
If it was about scratching an itch, any of them would have been sufficient.
But I didn’t want sufficient, damn it. I wanted Leigh.
And our baby.
NINE
Leigh
Gael gripped my hair-which was probably a sweaty mess by this point, but I didn’t even care because I’d just finished screaming out yet another orgasm at the top of my lungs-and tilted my head back, forcing me to make eye contact with him. He held himself over me with one arm, never faltering as he slowly pushed forward, sinking deeper inside me.
I moaned low in my throat at the delicious intrusion as I held his gaze. He was the biggest I’d ever been with, yes, but not the kind of man who thought size was everything. He knew how to play me like a violin, and we were several hours into the best sex marathon of my entire life. Somehow, he wasn’t slowing down.
He might have been an asshole outside the bedroom, but inside the bedroom, he was basically a well-hung superhero. At least my vagina thought so, the smug bitch.
It should have been impossible for us to still be going at this point, but I’d been so needy, I didn’t care how or why. I just wanted every ounce of satisfaction he could give me. And apparently, he was sexy Santa, giving with both hands.
Gael was almost home, that now-familiar stretch and burn of him sheathing himself inside me sending a fresh wave of shudders through me, when he froze, seeming panicked. His eyes went wide, and the veins stood out on his neck.
“What’s wrong?” I gasped, pressing my hips up to meet his, wanting him to plunge the rest of the way, give me that last, glorious inch. I wanted everything he had to give. Nothing held back.
He stayed still, though, and swallowed roughly. “I don’t- I have to stop, before
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“No! Not yet. I’m not ready yet, please.” I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down, flush with my chest as I arched up against him. But a second later, I realized what he meant, as his knot
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The sickening bump of wheels touching down on the tarmac once again woke me with a lurch, saving me from the rest of the very vivid dream-okay, very vivid memory
-that already had my panties soaked and my breath coming in rapid pants.
But it faded quickly because I was sick to my stomach for an entirely different reason, and that was the fact that I’d purposely driven a big, fat wedge between myself and the father of my child.
The incredibly sexy, drool-worthy father of my child, who now thought I’d slept around after the night we spent together.
I was an ass. An utter, complete ass, and I deserved for him to hate me.
All I wanted to do was curl up in my bed to hide from the world and wallow in my misery. I peeked out the window, the sight of unfamiliar mountains in variegated shades of green under the sun’s early morning rays taking my breath away. The sky was gray-blue, and clouds hung heavy over the horizon. But still, it was a stunning reminder that I was far, far away from all things familiar and comforting.
I was still going to find whatever bed I was assigned and curl up in it. Real problems be damned. The overhead lights inside the jet brightened as we pulled to a stop at a real, honest-to-Goddess airport terminal.
“Where are we?” I turned to Reed, who had settled in kitty-corner to me sometime during the night.
“Private terminal at the Bucharest airport. It’s harder here to have a full airstrip with the terrain, but the terminal has amenities, so it’s nice.” He smiled at me, and I had to fight back tears at the open, judgment-free expression.
He was so opposite to Gael, who was always dark and stormy and serious.
Seriously pissed at me, more like.
So why couldn’t my wolf latch on to a nice guy like Reed? Why did I fall for the asshole who’d knotted me-by accident, supposedly-and kept me from my best friend when she’d been shot? Granted, I was matching him stroke for stroke on the awfulness at this point.
I don’t deserve a nice guy.
Thankfully, the still-chipper flight attendant walked by and interrupted me from that poisonous line of thinking. My wolf wasn’t latching on to anybody because the likelihood of me finding a fated mate was slim to none. I needed to keep my head in the game and focused on Petal. The lack of a mate was just a bump in the road, not something I needed to fixate on.
“Welcome to Bucharest, Romania! The local time is eight fifty-two, and the temperature is fifteen degrees Celsius. Your bags are already being unloaded, and the porters will bring them directly to your SUVs, which, I’ve confirmed with the ground crew, are idling at the ready to transport you to pack grounds.”