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Aspen

Aisling ran at full speed back to Warrick’s home without stopping again, allowing me to shift back into our human form right as we met the bottom step of the back porch. We have a plan, something we discussed on the run here. Hopefully, Warrick will be game for it.

Throwing open the back door, I rush into the living room and slide onto the couch. My breaths are sawing in and out from all the running and exhilaration of the chase through the woods. I’m glad Aisling and Wraith were allowed their time together. Ihope that there will be many more runs through the woods for them.

It doesn’t take long for the back door to bang open as Warrick charges through it. His strides eat up the space between us. His large arm wraps around my back and pulls me against his chest. I let out a yip when the air rushes out of my lungs.

“You are a naughty one,” he growls as he smashes our mouths together. As our mouths dance together, he twists to sit down on the couch, forcing me to straddle him once again. “It’s our turn now. No more waiting.”

I already know where I want my mark. It might be out of jealousy. It could be a bit of “fuck you” to the ones before me, but there is only one place my mating mark will be. Without hesitation, I lunge for his neck, sinking my teeth into his skin, breaking the skin to ensure it permanently marks him.

His dick fills rapidly as the venom flows into him. He grinds his hips up into me, rubbing himself along my slick. My skin flushes as I imagine what I want to do next. Warrick doesn’t wait for me to finish marking him before he is shifting to thrust into me at the same time that his teeth sink into me.

My mouth jerks from his neck as I moan out his name. “Yes, fuck, that feels amazing,” I chant as I bounce on his lap. I can feel the venom working its way through my system, my skin feeling hyper aware of everything around me. Where his hands are, where our bodies touch, and the friction of his movements.

“There’s...” I pant as I try to gather my thoughts through the haze. “There’s one more thing I want to do.”

He lets go of my neck as he licks the wound he left. A Cheshire grin crosses his face right before he transforms into hishumanoid form. Not even bothering to slow his ministrations as he does so.

If I thought I felt full before, it is of no comparison to now. I feel even more full than I did in his human form.So this is what stuffing feels like.The slight burn as he pumps in and out of me is so worth it. My fingers run along his gray and white fur, enjoying the feel of it under my fingers. Leaning forward to run my chest along it as he continues to thrust gives me the exact sensation I was hoping for.

His knot slams against my clit each time, pushing me further and further up. “Breed me, Warrick. Stuff your knot in and keep me from losing a single drop.”

One thick furry arm wraps around my back as he holds me against his chest. A growl rumbles out of him, vibrating against my sensitive nipples as he pounds harder into me. His long tongue reaches out to run along his mark, causing my orgasm to rip through me.

The first wave crests right as he shoves his knot into me. “Oh, fuck yes. Give it to me. Fill my womb.” I sound like a wanton whore, but goddess, if this isn’t everything I expected it to be.

If I thought his guttural roar during his human orgasm could shatter windows, it has nothing on his humanoid form. It vibrates through me like two boulders grinding against each other. The roar feels more wolf than man, as if the beast's side is more in control than his human side. I can feel his seed splashing along my walls. So much pouring into me that even his knot can’t keep it in.

His fur is matted from our combined juices as I lean over to scoop some up with my finger. I rub it between my fingersbefore running them across my nipple, moaning at the idea of something else I would like to try.

My eyes catch on his as they watch me. “I can think of some other ways I want to be marked.”

He shifts back to his human form so he can grab my chin in his hands, pulling my face toward his. “We won’t be leaving this couch soon if you keep it up.”

“Who said I wanted to leave?” I say as I grind down on his barely deflated knot.

“Alright, fuck it.”

Chapter 30

Warrick

It’s been a few weeks since that weekend that changed the direction of our lives. We didn’t come up for air until Caelon came knocking Monday afternoon. I glanced through the peephole and saw his hand covering his eyes as he yelled through the door about needing me to come into the office. When we cracked the door open, I might have made some sexual comments to make him blush. Shit’s funny and was totally worth it. Of course, Aspen smacked me and told me to stop giving him a hard time. We were both already dressed, anyway.

We decided we would go ahead and move her into my cabin. Everyone came together to help her move her stuff and clean out her old one. We reuse cabins for the next generation as they come of age. I’m sure someone will move into it soon.

Oh yeah, Nova and Silas had the pups! Both healthy, high-strung boys who didn’t take long to run their parents through. Last week during our walk, I told Silas that it looked like he was already having gray hair sprout, for which he punched me in the arm.

Thankfully, I could actually convince Aspen to take the trip to Ireland that she requested. She doesn’t know it, but I already have approval from both Silas and the standing Alpha of the Irish Wolf Pack. I purchased our plane tickets this morning once the email came through and we are leaving in three months. Conall, the Alpha of the Conri na Sliabh pack, told me when the best time was to come, based on the weather.

Aspen should be home shortly from the bookstore. I have an entire dinner planned to give her the news. We are doing a candlelit dinner on a blanket in front of the fireplace. All the foods are finger foods that we can feed to each other until food isn’t the focus anymore.

The full moon is tomorrow, so I plan to take full advantage of the mating heat tonight. We don’t have anywhere to be until Sunday morning for the pack breakfast Nova insists on having each week now. We all drag our asses to the Pack House for our Luna, even if we would rather be sleeping.

The front door pushes open right as I am finishing placing the last few plates down on the blanket. An exhausted-looking Aspen sighs as she hangs her purse on the rung and she toes offher boots. She sniffs the air before she turns to find me standing above our dinner.

“A girl can get spoiled by this,” she says as she makes her way around the couch to where I’m standing.