Filed to story: The Wolf Prince’s Fated Love
I hadn’t expected my body to take charge, though, and it was proving more difficult than expected.
He stopped and, to my mortification, sniffed. He could scent my arousal in the air, and the rumbles amped up to another level. I moaned again, this time dropping my head to his shoulder, the scent of him turning sweet again, oranges and sunshine and alpha as I fought for control.
“Kane?” I tried to ignore how breathless I sounded and focus on the goal.
He rumbled again, deeply, and moved my hips, rubbing me deliciously against his straining arousal, which was separated from my soaking center only by the thin fabric of his gray sweatpants. My skirt had rucked up when I wrapped myself around him, and my lace panties were a scrap of nothing against his intense heat.
Holy hell. Maybe he did know what he was doing to me, because that was definitely intentional.
“Kane, I didn’t come here for this, though I’m glad to be close to you again after, ahh-” The sensible words died in my throat at the sensation of his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, the sharp edge of his lengthened canines scraping deliciously against tender flesh, the promise clear.
Mark. Mate.
My blood hummed in delight at the possibility, and I clutched his neck tighter, holding my breath. Should I have pulled away? Maybe. Could I have? Not if a hundred freight trains tried to drag me from his arms.
Would he do it, though? It wasn’t traditional to mark your mate outside a full moon ceremony, but it had been done before. And I found myself… not hating the idea. The idea of solidifying this bond between us. Making the ties between us permanent, irrevocable.
Claiming him, never being alone again. Protected, cherished.
I craned a bit farther to the side, giving him easier access to my neck.
But after a soft nip, his lips took over where the delicious promise of fang had been, and I was lost to Kane. His scent, his heat, his strength enveloped me, pulled me into his orbit, promising to never let me go again.
Somehow, he held me up with one arm and divested me of my favorite T-shirt, the soft cotton whispering to the floor, landing among bits of fluff from his shredded comforter. I barely noticed, though, as he wasted no time stripping off the lacy bra underneath, and lifting me higher so that my breasts were bare before his seeking mouth.
As he worshipped my nipples with his talented tongue, all my resolve to talk him out of his feral state faded. He kissed and nipped the skin between my breasts, trailing lazily between them and leaving a wave of longing everywhere he touched. Maybe he didn’t need words. He just needed me.
When the realization struck, I grabbed hold of it with both hands.
“Bed, Kane. I need you, now.”
He went stock-still and lifted his head, eyes glowing, his wolf painfully close to the surface.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Brielle. I’m not… I’m not myself right now.” The gravel in his tone underlaid the truth in those words, but I didn’t care.
I let my hand slide down from the back of his neck and around to rest on his jaw, feeling the tightness of his control there. He was on the edge, but I had never been more certain that he wouldn’t hurt me.
Couldn’t hurt me.
“Is that why you’ve locked me away, like some fairy-tale maiden in a tower?” I murmured the words, watching his face closely for clues.
The petulant glint in his eyes told the truth, even when his lips wouldn’t.
“Am I your mate or not? Are you rejecting me, Kane?”
“Never, Brielle. You belong to me.”
“Prove it. Take me, Kane. Own me. Love me. Make me yours like no one else ever has.”
A pained expression crossed his face, and he dropped his forehead to my chest, his lips absently dropping soft kisses on my belly for a moment before he answered.
“I need you to be safe, Bri. You’re my whole world, and if I lost you like I lost my father, my mother-“
“Hey, hey- Stop. Stop that right now. You think there’s anywhere else in this world that I’m safer than here, in my alpha’s arms? No. I am safe. I have never felt so safe as I do right now, wrapped up in you, loving you. Kane. Look at me.” I tugged on his jaw, forcing wary eyes up to mine. “I am safe with you, and your wolf. Your wolf doesn’t want to hurt me, any more than the man. You know that. Look down. What does he want?”
He sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he held my gaze, and the sight of fang tips peeking out had heat pooling in my belly anew.
“He wants to please you. Mark you.” One of his hands left its grip on my thigh and caressed my belly softly. “Put our pups right here.”
I shuddered at the words, unable to stop my body’s reaction to the primal way he spoke about his wolf’s desires.
Because deep down, that’s what we were. Primal.
And I wanted every second of it with him.
“Yes.”
His eyes sharpened, but he didn’t move. “You can’t-“
“I can, and I am.
Yes.”
THIRTY-ONE
Kane
Something inside me snapped. Being anywhere but inside her was no longer acceptable. I leapt for her lips, those perfect, plump, kiss-reddened lips, as I scooped her off the wall and turned for the bed. They were mine, and I took them. Part of me warned that I should slow down, wait for my head to clear, but the wolf was in charge. His mate said yes. Yes to love and marking and family. And there was nothing I wanted more than all that, with my stunning Brielle.
I regretted shredding it, now that I wanted to use it, but I was able to keep her up with one arm while sweeping the ruined comforter and most of the fluff off the end, exposing bare sheets, which were mercifully untouched. I laid her back gently, letting my eyes feast on her flushed skin, the way she gleamed in the soft lamplight.
And then she whimpered, and I dropped to my knees. My mate needed me, and she was never going to be left wanting again. I took my time spreading her knees, shredding her lace panties to expose her glistening pussy and inhaling her perfume, ignoring the need pulsing in my dick as it tried to punch a hole in my sweats. She came first.