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chapter thirty-one

Michaela

T he buzz of excitement around me is grating on my nerves. Today, all the female pack members gathered in the dining hall for Liz’s baby shower.

Gender neutral onesies, blankets, and crib bedding surround my bestie. She had a mountain of reusable diapers behind her, four baby bags, three baby swings, a stroller, a crib, and so much more. This little girl needed nothing else.

Right now, we were playing one of those baby shower games where we had to guess the gender and weight of the baby. Me, Rue, and Phaedra oversaw the event.

“I can’t believe everyone thinks I’m having a boy,” Liz laughs.

“You’re carrying the same way I carried Torak,” Phaedra says. “It’s going to be a big boy.”

The female wolves all laugh. Well, all except Nadia. She has been giving me the stank eye since she got here. I also noticed she’s been looking at Liz a little funny as well.

“My bestie is the only one that believes I’m having a girl.”

I smile when all the wolves turn to me.

“Why do you think it’s a girl?” Rue asks, chomping on another meatball. The way these wolves go through protein is insane.

I shrug, “I just have this feeling.” I lie.

“Now we’re going to trust the leeches’ feeling?” A soft voice says amongst the crowd. I didn’t have to look to see who it came from. I knew it was Nadia.

“Nadia,” Liz says, rubbing her rounded eight-month pregnant belly. “I understand your issue with vampires, but never let me hear you calling my best friend a leech or any other derogatory names. Do you understand?”

The room is silent. You could hear a pin drop. Everyone watches Nadia.

The she-wolf glares at Liz. I didn’t like the look, so I slip into her head using the pack’s connection.

“This stupid human bitch thinks she can tell me what to do? She, nor that bloodsucking leech deserve to be here. If it were up to me, I would...”

“What?” I question?

Nadia’s eyes widen so wide they look as if they may pop out of their sockets. She swings her head to me.

“How are you doing this?”

“That should be the least of your concerns, wolf. Be very mindful of how you talk about my best friend. There are a lot of things I let slide with you wolves, but any disrespect to Elizabeth will make me slaughter you, your brother, and your grandparents.”

“You wouldn’t dare?” she snarls.

I place an image in her head. Her brother’s butchered body lay in a pile on top of her grandparents. She gasps.

I smirk. “ Try me.”

The poor girl jumps to her feet so quick you would’ve thought the chair bit her ass. She storms out of the dining hall without another word.

“What the hell was that about?” Phaedra asks when the she-wolf is gone.

I shrug. “Maybe she had somewhere else to be.”

The room goes back to talking about the baby. I scan the crowd until I connect gazes with the witch. She grins before turning away from me. I guess she knows what I did.

After another hour of games and food, the party was over. Me, Rue, Phaedra, Liz, and the witch were all left behind to clean.

I stop and take a deep breath. For some reason I’ve been having hot flashes. They seem to get worse whenever I’m near Enzo. But even when we are apart, I get these waves of heat burning through my veins.

“Are you okay?” Liz asks, stopping beside me.

Looking over at her and then to the other ladies that are busy cleaning up the mess, I make sure no one is paying attention.

“I’ve been having some issues recently.” I quickly run down my symptoms to Liz.

When I’m finished, she gasps, placing her hands over her mouth.

“What?” I ask, concerned.

“Oh, my goodness,” she laughs. “His wolf is sending you into heat.”

This gets the attention of all the other females. They gather around me like I have some great story to tell.

“That’s incredible,” Phaedra sings.

“I didn’t think he’d be able to do it since you’re a vampire,” Rue says.

“What the hell is it?” I ask.

“It’s like a forced ovulation cycle,” Phaedra explains. “His wolf is trying to get you pregnant.”

The women around me laugh. However, sharp pain hits my chest. I fight away any reaction to the feeling.

“Okay. How do I stop it? Is there like a pill or something?”

They all burst out laughing. I’m not finding the humor in any of this.

“Sex,” Liz says. “Lots of sex.”

Uh no. That is not an option.

“There has to be another way?” I say to Phaedra. She’s the wolf doctor, she has to have some type of remedy for this bullshit.

She shakes her head. “Nope, the only way to relieve the heat ache is by letting your mate sate you.”

Every day being mated to this wolf, makes me want to find that enchantress and kick her ass. There is no doubt I’d lose the fight, but I swear it would be worth it.

Pinching my brow, I take a deep breath. “Fine. I can just fight it off.”

They laugh again and I am so tired of all the damn laughing.

“Friend, listen to me when I tell you, you haven’t felt the worse of it. It gets way harder. You are obviously in the beginning stages. By the time I told Chayton what was wrong, I could barely walk. People think being horny is not painful. My clit was so engorged it felt like a headache between my legs.”

“She’s not lying,” Phaedra says. “Aurin was away for nearly two weeks when I went into my first heat. By the time he came back, I was bedridden, covered in sweat, and could barely stand.”

All of this sounded like the worse kind of torture. Who the hell signs up for this bullshit?

“Okay,” I say, starting to think rationally. “Say I cave, we fuck once, and then all this goes away, right?”

They look at each other and then laugh again.

“It took Chayton a week to fuck the heat away.”

“Five days the first time Alarick sent me into heat,” the witch adds.

“Same,” Phaedra says to the witch. “Although, I have heard stories of it taking a wolf's mate a month to clear his mate’s heat.”

“A fucking month?” I shout.

They cackle in laugher. I didn’t have time to be stuck in bed for days or a week. Ugh! This is insane.

“Oh, come on,” Phaedra chuckles. “My brother can’t be that bad in bed.”

“There are a bunch of she-wolves in this pack that would beg to differ,” Rue says.

The sudden feeling of jealousy hits me out of nowhere. I wanted to kill her and any other female around here that has touched the Beta. I try to shake the sudden emotion away. There was no place for those feelings.

“What’s wrong?” his voice in my head has my stupid heart racing. “There is a static in the link. Something is wrong?”

“You are what’s wrong,” I grumble. “You and your stupid wolf.”

There is a pause from him and then a chuckle so low that it vibrates through my body. Immediately, I’m consumed by heat. I can almost feel a pulse between my legs beating rapidly. I groan and shut down the connection.

I wasn’t expecting the way Rue’s comment made me feel. But who could blame me? Even though I was out of my mind that night I mated with the Beta, I remember how well he dicked me down. I always thought Markis was huge, but Enzo had girth and length, and he knew how to use them. And let’s not forget his tongue. The memory of that night has this heat thing rearing up again. The throbbing between my legs just intensified.

“Hey, I’m getting a lot of mixed emotions from you. I can’t concentrate,” Enzo says into my head.

I hate this mating thing.

“I’m fine,” I nearly snarl through the link. “Stay out of my head.” I shove him out and tune back into the room.

“His sex isn’t the issue,” I finally say to the ladies.

“Then what is it?” Liz asks, her brow pinching.

“This mating thing is already complicated. Just a few short weeks ago, the Beta hated me. And we’ve been doing well lately. I feel like adding sex this soon will make things more difficult. We are not ready for this step.”

Phaedra grins, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I promise you, if Enzo is trying to make your mating work, then he is ready. Plus, it doesn’t really matter. His wolf has already spoken. You might as well enjoy this heat cycle.”

The women go back to cleaning the dining hall. My mind races as I think about the she-wolves’ words. It seems like this heat thing is going to happen rather I like it or not, I might as well prepare for it.

Walking over to Liz, I run a hand over my curls.

“Okay, I need a favor.”

A huge grin spreads over her face.

Later that night, I glance down at my robe clad body in the bathroom mirror. I have no idea how to turn a man on. I haven’t had to put in the effort in centuries. Even when I was with Markis, it didn’t take much to get him hard. Just a look or walking into the room with him. Hell, most of the time he was the one initiating sex. Now, I’m trying to figure out if Enzo would rather my hair be up or down. Is he a lingerie or nude kind of guy? Ugh, this is so stupid.

“Hopefully she will drug me again, so I don’t know what’s happening.”

His words from that day play back in my head. I hate I can’t chase them away. No matter how much I try to bury that comment behind that wall, it won’t fucking stay.

Giving up on making this perfect for him, I turn off the bathroom light and head into the kitchen.

The meal I prepared is ready and staying warm in the oven. Tonight will be the first time I’ve actually cooked for the Beta. Apparently, he told Marley that his favorite foods are a perfectly cooked steak and baked potatoes. I seared a tomahawk steak and made an herb and garlic butter to go on top. I baked a fresh loaf of bread and then cut it up and toasted it with parmesan cheese and chives. And on the side, a twice-baked loaded potato. I glance one more time at the glass of wine on the counter, my heart sinking.

His heavy footfalls hit the stairs. I glance down at myself once again. My bare legs stick out from underneath the robe. I opted for my curls up. Shit, I should have left them down. I hurriedly pull the hair tie out of my head and shake out my tight curls right as the front door opens.

“Marley, I got some wood to build your bookshelf…” his last word nearly gets lost as he takes me in.

“Marley isn’t here,” I say. “I sent her to Liz’s for a few days.”

He looks at me, tilting his head to the side. “Is everything okay?”

“We have a problem.”

He shuts the door behind him and then turns to me, folding his arms over his chest. “What’s the issue?”

I’m rarely nervous, but this has me nearly shaking. I twist my fingers around the end of the robe belt, glancing at the ground.

“Maybe we should eat first,” I say, making my way over to the stove. “I made you steak and potatoes and bread.” I open the oven door and pull the tomahawk out, placing it down on the counter.

“Michaela,” his deep voice halts my movements and causes that ache between my legs to intensify. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

Spinning around, I let out a deep breath. “Your wolf has sent me into heat.”

The moment the words are out of my mouth the Beta’s entire body freezes. He looks so tight; a strong wind could shatter him. I didn’t want to see the disappointment or disgust on his face, so I busy myself preparing his meal.

“I know this isn’t something you want. I thought to make it a little less awkward, I’d make you something to eat.” Placing his steak on his plate, I then go back into the oven for his potato. I keep my back to him as I continue to fix his food.

“The girls said it can sometimes take days for the heat to subside. I figured with a good meal, you might knock it out pretty quickly and get back to your life. And don’t worry, I found some black fungus mushrooms. I grated them and mixed it into your wine. There won’t be any lasting effects, but it should get you drunk enough that you won’t remember sleeping with me.”

I turn around and nearly leap out of my skin. A shirtless Enzo is standing right behind me.

“When did you take off your clothes?” I look down at his bare feet and legs. The only thing keeping him modest is his black boxer briefs. And even that isn’t really doing the job. His dick print is massive. It has his boxers pitched up like a tent.

“The moment you said heat,” he says. He pulls at the belt of my robe, undoing the tie.

“I need to apologize,” he goes onto say as he shoves my robe open, exposing my naked body underneath. His eyes glow, letting me know his wolf is on the surface. “The day you overheard me in that forest, I was being a complete jackass.” He shoves my covering down my shoulders and off my hands, causing it to pool at my feet. “I felt guilty about how much I enjoyed fucking you that night. I was still dealing with the fact that I was attracted to you, and you were supposed to be my enemy. So, I made a heartless, stupid joke to my friends.” He grabs me under the arms and lifts me on top of the counter. He wedges his body in-between my legs. Tilting my chin up with his finger, he stares down at me.

“I don’t need shit to get me to fuck you, Baby Girl. I’ve been fighting to keep my hands off you since the night after we mated. Now, let your mate ease your heat.”

He lowers his body down. Grabbing my calves, he drags my ass to the edge of the counter. He then places my feet on his shoulders.

The first swipe of his tongue has my eyes rolling back into my head. He growls as he buries his face in my center.

“Zo,” I whimper as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I run my fingers through the short hair on top of his head.

He proceeds to devour me. He eats my pussy like he’s trying to clean out the center of his favorite melon. The relief is instant. That ache is already fading.

“Don’t stop, please,” I beg as my head falls back.

“Never,” his wolf groans in my mind.

He works my center so well I felt delirious. I ride his tongue as if it’s his cock. My orgasm builds in my spine and shoots off like a rocket.

I scream as I come so hard I nearly black out. Enzo continues to clean up the mess he made, slurping up my essence. I have to physically shove his head away to get him to stop. He climbs back up to his full height. His beard is a complete mess. My nut is all over his face.

I don’t hesitate. I grab the hair on his chin and pull his lips to mine, licking my slickness off his full lips before pushing my tongue into his mouth. My taste hits my tastebuds causing me to hum.

Enzo pulls away from the kiss. Placing one of my legs over his arm, he then lines the head of his erection to my opening. He locks his gaze with mine, his glowing pupils staring directly into my soul. He smacks the head of his dick against my clit, making me moan. He then eases into my soaking wet center. My walls expand around him, making a gushing sound.

“Fuuuucck,” he groans as he enters me.

“Yes,” I cry out.

He rotates his hips as he pulls out of me and then pushes back in. My back arches as he pushes in all the way to the base of his cock.

“Shit,” I whimper when it feels as if he’s hitting the bottom of my pussy. I shut my eyes to enjoy the feeling.

He grabs my neck, tilting my head back. I open my eyes. Without him saying a word or pushing the thought into my brain, he warns me not to close my eyes again. He hikes my one leg up higher and pushes in further, going even deeper.

“Enzo,” I whine.

He pulls out and thrusts back into me so deep I scream. He never lets go of my neck as he continues to fuck me hard and fast. His balls smack against my ass. Euphoria fills my body. I use my other leg to wrap around his hips and pull him further into me.

He chuckles. “You’re getting greedy, Baby Girl. If you wanted more, all you had to do was ask.”

Letting go of my neck, he grabs my other leg and pins my knee to my chest as he pushes the other one open. I’m so spread open I feel like a damn turkey getting stuffed before Thanksgiving. Believe it or not, I swear he feeds me about two more inches.

“Ungh. Yes,” I moan. I’m not a quiet fuck. I moan, whimper, curse and beg when being fucked well. And baby, I am being fucked very well.

“I can do this shit all fucking day,” Enzo says, tossing his head back and biting into his bottom lip.

“No,” I send into his head. “Look at me.” There was something about seeing those glowing eyes watching me that turned me on even more.

He growls, before lowering his head to stare at me. “You still think you run shit, vamp. I need to show you once again that you run nothing here.” He lifts me up, wrapping his arms around my back. I grab his face and stuff my tongue into his mouth. I try my best to dominate. Running my tongue against his cheeks, I claim his mouth. He carries me away from the counter I was on.

When he places me down, I open my eyes. I’m sitting on one of the bar stools. He pulls out of me and immediately the ache returns.

I reach for him, but he shakes his head. “Turn around and straddle the chair,” he demands.

I’m not sure where he is going with this, but I oblige. I press my chest against the back of the chair, my legs gaped open as they hang off the sides.

Enzo grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the seat. It’s a slightly awkward position, but not uncomfortable. Looking at him over my shoulder, I watch him place two fingers into his mouth. When he brings them out, they are covered in his saliva. He reaches under me to rub his fingers over my swollen nub.

“Yes,” I whimper. With his other hand, he grabs the back of my neck and holds me in place as the head of his dick presses against my opening.

He shoves back in so deep my stomach jumps at the intrusion.

“Too deep,” I whimper.

He stops playing with my clit and smacks my ass.

“Take this dick, Michaela. All of it.”

He pushes into me fast and deep. I moan with every stroke. The way he has my body pinned to the chair, I can’t run. I’m forced to stay here and take every inch of him.

“Let me see those beautiful eyes, Baby Girl.”

I open my eyes to stare at him. He bites down on his bottom lip.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He continues to move in and out of me hard and fast, his hips smacking against my ass, making a clapping sound.

The wave of my second orgasm rises in me. I feel the tingle down in my toes.

I rock back on his length, trying to chase my ending.

His hand slams against my ass again. “That’s it. Come get your nut.”

He moves faster, speeding up the process. When I finally crest, I toss my head back and scream as I explode around him. He continues to fuck me through my orgasm. I claw at the back of the chair. Enzo seems to expand inside me before I finally feel the heat of his cum hit my walls.

He lets out a loud groan as he finally pushes so deep into me, my back bows and I scream like I’m a soprano singing an opera.

He pulls out of me, then helps me sit in the chair the right way.

My heart is racing, and my breathing is labored. His eyes are back to normal now. He quietly watches me. A slow grin spreads over my face. He gives me a matching one until we are both laughing.

“You didn’t get to taste your food.” I say breathlessly.

“Yes, I did,” he winks at me.

I shake my head. “What now?”

“You need to eat,” he says. “The heat is going to come back. You need to rest in-between rounds and eat when you can.”

He goes over to the counter where I left the food. His flaccid cock is swinging between his thighs. He grabs the plate and a fork before coming back to me. He gathers a little of the potatoes on the fork before placing it to my mouth. I open for him. He slides the fork between my lips and I take my first bite. The flavor explodes on my tongue. He quickly places the fork back into the potato, and this time he tastes it. His eyes close for a brief second as he wraps his mouth around the prongs.

“Damn, you can cook,” he teases.

I chuckle. “You haven’t even tasted the steak yet.”

His eyes brighten. He puts the fork down before picking up the steak by the bone. He takes a big bite and once again, his eyes close. I feel a bit of pride fill me as I watch him enjoy my food. He places the tomahawk to my mouth as he chews his. I bite off some of the meat. It’s a perfectly medium rare and wonderfully flavored. Eating off it like it’s a chicken leg is probably not the best way to enjoy such a good cut of steak, but I kind of like it.

He feeds me another bite of the steak before he basically inhales the rest. I grab the bread out of the plate and start on that. However, it doesn’t last long. The heat flares back up in me. This time, the ache is a lot stronger.

“Zo,” I whimper. He stops with the bone of the tomahawk halfway to his mouth. “It’s time again.”

He drops the bone back on the plate, places the food on the bar behind him, and then lifts me out of my seat. He positions me in his arms like a bride.

“Let’s take this round to the bedroom,” he grins as he carries me back through the house.