Page 19 of Bullied Pregnant Mate (Silver Meadows Wolves #7)

For the entirety of the meeting, I’ve had my fingers wrapped around Jenks’s hand so tight, my knuckles are white. With the stress I’m experiencing, I can’t imagine what it must be like for him.

When Bae practically orders us to stay somewhere else and leave the house for a few days, I nearly collapse with relief. Getting away from the house, the pack, and the glowering threat of the mountain is exactly what I need.

“So, should we head back now?” Jenks asks Bae. “And pack some stuff? How long do you think we’ll be away?”

“A few days at least,” Bae answers. “Maybe a week. It depends on what we find. I’d rather you don’t go back, though. Could you handle it if you book something now and go straight there?”

Jenks’s hand in mine goes ice-cold, and I feel the shock trickling through him, even though he doesn’t show it.

Bailey knows something.

I don’t know if it’s my thought or Jenks’s, but the edge in Bailey’s voice makes it sound like he doesn’t want us to disturb a crime scene.

Don’t argue with him , I whisper to Jenks in my mind. He tightens his fingers on mine to show he understands.

“That’s a little inconvenient, but I understand,” Jenks says, his voice surprisingly even. “We should be able to get a room without too much difficulty, and I can’t see Alisa turning down a shopping trip to get some new clothes. What do you say, babe?”

He turns to look at me, and the hollow look in his eyes kills me, even though he’s trying to hide it with a smile.

“I think it sounds great!” I answer enthusiastically. “In fact, I can’t wait. What an adventure!”

I get up immediately, tugging on Jenks’s hand to usher him out of the room. He moves to follow me, but Bae taps the table lightly to get our attention.

“I’m glad that’s settled,” Bae says. “You guys are doing us a massive favor. Can you leave your keys for us, Jenks?”

Jenks pauses for a second, then takes out his keychain. He removes a few keys and places them on the table.

“There you go, Bae,” Jenks says. “Front and back doors. I’m assuming you want to use my house as a base?”

“Yeah,” Bae agrees. “It’s going to get pretty hectic there. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but I really want you guys out of the danger zone. It won’t be very relaxing there, either, with patrols coming and going all the time.”

Bailey sounds genuinely apologetic, and it leaves me wondering if he does know something or if he’s straight up telling the truth.

It doesn’t matter. Get the fuck out of here in case he does know!

“Sure, Bae, I understand,” Jenks says.

I can sense a deep need in him to just open up and tell Bailey everything. Silently, I send out my support, letting him know that whatever he wants to do, I’m here for him.

After a couple of seconds of awkward silence, Jenks simply says goodbye and leaves the room. As soon as we get in the car, he pulls out his phone to book us a room.

“I hope this isn’t too inconvenient for you,” Jenks says. “I know it must feel weird to just leave without getting your stuff.”

“I don’t mind,” I say, grinning. “Especially if you’re serious about taking me shopping.”

“I sure am,” he grins. “Where do you want to stay?”

“Oh, I don’t mind. Something simple is fine.”

Jenks laughs softly. “Babe, this is a tourist town, and it has some of the fanciest inns and hotels in the state. Luckily for you, your husband is loaded, so we can stay anywhere you like.”

Excitement makes my heart lurch, and my head is suddenly full of hot tubs, French champagne, and luxury beds.

It’s not like my family was poor, but I’ve never stayed anywhere truly five-star before.

“Say no more,” Jenks states, not even seeming to realize I didn’t speak. “One five-star hotel with a deluxe suite coming up.”

I want to protest that he really shouldn’t—I’ll be happy with anything he chooses—but I can’t hide my excitement, either.

Let him spoil you. Why not enjoy the perks of marrying a rich wolf?

“Okay,” he says, putting down his phone. “All booked. They gouged me for early check-in, but I don’t care. It’s barely the daily interest on my capital.”

“I think you just slipped into a foreign language,” I laugh.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he chuckles. “I’m not fluent in it. I can barely communicate with my accountant.”

We both laugh, and it feels good to let loose a little. The drive to the hotel is fairly short, and before I know it, we’re pulling up in front of the Forbes luxury hotel.

“Oh my God,” I murmur, looking up at the flawless pale walls and beautiful features of the building. “This is too much, Jenks.”

“Nothing is too much for my girl,” he says, leaning over to give me a quick kiss. “Let’s get up there and check out the room. We can go shopping later, unless you want to go now?”

“No, no. Let’s check in for now.”

The valet is waiting eagerly for us to get out of the car, and his face drops when he sees Jenks. Even though we’re in his Merc, both of us look like we just crawled out of a budget bin at a secondhand shop.

Sorry I look like a gutter rat, but I got dressed in a hurry.

When Jenks hands over a fifty-dollar bill with the keys, the valet visibly perks up. “Thank you, sir!” he says. “Anything else I can do for you?”

“Not right now, thanks,” Jenks smiles and waves him off as we head inside.

“That was nice of you,” I say, rubbing his arm.

“I’ll say one thing for my mom,” he answers. “She instilled a real sense of gratitude in me, and generosity. She told me when you can afford to tip, you should. If we were ever in a big city, she’d fill her purse up with cash so she could hand some out to anyone who was homeless or hungry.”

“That’s amazing, Jenks.”

“Yeah,” he sighs. “Except that sometimes it feels like she had more kindness for them than she had for me.”

I don’t know how to respond to that, so I just let go of his hand and stand behind him while he checks in.

“Welcome to Forbes!” the concierge greets us. “We have your details from the online form. No luggage, sir?”

“No,” Jenks replies. “I’d like to do some shopping while I’m here. Do you have local catalogs you can email to me?”

“Of course! If you require any assistance at all, let us know, and we can make arrangements for private shopping or even for a salesperson to come to your room.”

Jesus. How rich is he?

“I’d like you to send up some champagne, please, immediately,” Jenks says. “Moet.”

“Yes, sir. Anything else?”

“We don’t want to be disturbed for a few hours, but we’ll be ordering room service later.”

When he hands over the key, Jenks tips him as well. Even though my eyes almost bug out of my head, I don’t say anything.

We hold hands on the way up in the elevator, which seems to be taking us to a high floor. Excitement builds in me by the second, an accumulation of the stress from the previous days, relief at being away from the house, and the thrill of being inside a luxury hotel.

My imagination is working furiously as we stride down the hall, but when Jenks flicks the door open, I’m in no way prepared for what’s on the other side.

“Oh, my, God,” I whisper, my hands on my cheeks as I look around the room. Jenks chuckles softly as he shuts the door, watching me as I take slow steps towards the windows.

The view of the mountains is utterly breathtaking, spread out around us, almost a complete circle of windows. The room itself is a wealth of luxury, a bombardment of fine detail that overwhelms me so much, I collapse on to the huge couch.

“I’m glad you like it,” Jenks says, sitting down next to me.

“Thank you, Jenks. And I don’t just mean the room. I feel like I’ve completely escaped into another world. I didn’t realize how much I needed it until I got here.”

“I agree,” he says. “The meeting really took it out of me.”

Under those words, I can sense all the stress of the previous days bubbling up, and that’s the last thing I want. I turn to Jenks and put my hands on his cheeks, looking into his eyes. I have so many things I want to say, but when I see the naked hunger hiding in his gaze, I know that none of it matters.

Jenks’s hands tighten on my arms, and I nod slightly.

Yes!

With a low growl, he throws himself on me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he shoves me down onto the couch. When his hot lips touch mine, the heat travels through me, swift lines of fire that make my nipples hard and my insides ache.

Jenks kisses me even more deeply, groaning as he gropes me through my clothes. I writhe against him, moaning as his strong hands squeeze my breasts and tug at the waistband of my jeans.

When I raise my butt and yank my pants down, Jenks leans back and grabs the waistband, ripping the pants off in one move. Before I can react, he reaches over, grabs my panties, and tears them off with one twist of his hand.

I lay there frozen as he moves slowly towards me, his hands trailing gently across my legs. He doesn’t look up at my face—his eyes stay locked on my pussy.

And he looks hungry.

Suddenly, he growls, and when he digs his fingers into my thighs, I actually cry out with fear. Jenks still doesn’t look up at me, he just sinks down slowly and wraps his lips around my clit.

As his tongue explores, he growls again, a sound of pure, intense need. I shiver and writhe in his arms, held tight by the grip of his hands on my ass and his hot, hungry mouth.

Slowly, he licks a trail through my soft inner lips, like he wants to taste every single inch of me. My hips buck up and down as he explores every fold, and his arms tighten on my legs to keep me still while he makes his way slowly to my pussy.

When his tongue and lips meet the throbbing, intense ache of my deep, inner lips, I shriek, my whole body rippling with a sudden orgasm. Jenks moans, lapping slowly as I come into his mouth.

“Yes,” he whispers. “Come for me. You taste so good, Alisa.”

As the waves of pleasure run through me, I feel another orgasm building straight away. Jenks keeps up his slow, steady pace, moving from my clit back down to my entrance. Just as the orgasm starts to peak, he moves his tongue back to my clit, and when he seals his lips around it and starts to suck, he reaches down with one hand to tease my pussy with his fingers.

I grab his hair, yelling as I thrust my hips forward, shoving my clit into his mouth. He teases a little more with his fingers, then slips them inside.

The orgasm that hits me then destroys my senses in an absolute tidal wave of body-wrecking pleasure. As it rolls through me, all I can feel is the intense explosions inside me, crashing across my skin and completely obliterating thought.

When my senses begin to return to me, I slowly open my eyes to see Jenks lying on top of me, looking into my eyes with a big smile on his face.

“That was beautiful to watch,” he says, running a hand down my cheek. “You liked that?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

“Good,” he answers. “Because I want to see you like that as often as possible. I am your slave, Alisa.”

His words strike pangs of emotion through my chest, and I reach up with both hands to pull him down to me, kissing him hard. When his hands start to grope me again, I writhe in his grip, my body primed after the last orgasm and desperate for more.

“I adore you,” he gasps. “I always have—”

I shake my head, letting him know that he doesn’t have to say anything. Behind his words, I can sense that old sorrow that he has tried so hard to make up for.

You’ve given me so much. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, Jenks.

He wraps his arms around me, burying his head against my shoulder. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs. I writhe against him, wrapping my hands around his waist as I grind against him.

“It doesn’t matter,” I gasp, my senses leaving me as my body throbs with desire. “Just fuck me!”

He laughs softly, reaching down to open his pants. When I feel his hard cock pressed up against my hot, throbbing pussy, I link my arms behind his back and thrust against him, desperate to join us together.

Jenks grabs my ass and moves forward a little, tugging me towards him. I open my thighs as wide as I can and scream as the hard length of him slams into me, pounding my cervix.

I squirm against him, grabbing his arms and grinding with my hips, feeling his cock as deep inside me as it can possibly go. With Jenks barely doing anything at all, I bring myself to another orgasm, gasping and clinging to him as my body rings with pleasure and aftershocks cascade across my skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, watching me. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

I’m so wrecked by orgasms, all I can do is whimper and shake my head. Jenks smiles, braces his arms on either side of me, and begins to thrust.

First, he strokes me with incredibly slow, purposeful movements. Pleasure rises in me, burning in my nipples, pounding in my clit, and aching deep inside, but it doesn’t overflow. Instead, it grows, a slow burn that intensifies with Jenks’s every thrust.

He increases the pace a little, and I grab onto his arms, looking up into his eyes as he starts to pound me. The rising waves of pleasure crest and break, my pussy convulsing in another extreme orgasm as I dig my nails into Jenks’s skin and scream at the ceiling.

While my body is still quaking, Jenks increases his pace more, finally ramming me as hard and fast as he can. I’m a screaming, writhing mess of pleasure, multiple orgasms coming so swiftly, there is no beginning or end to them, just endless ripples of climax that get stronger with every stroke.

A yell rips from Jenks’s lips as his cock thickens, his whole body trembling. As his cock explodes deep inside me, he falls against my chest, breathing hard and gasping, exhausted by the force of his release.

I wrap myself around him, cradling his head and gripping him with my legs. Our deep, heaving breaths are perfectly in sync. Even the wild beating of our hearts has a sympathetic rhythm.

There is no doubt in me that I am finally exactly where I’m meant to be.

In Jenks’s arms. Forever.