Page 21 of Forsaken (The Nightwolf Pack #3)

CHAPTER 21

M ontgomery

Mate!

Take her!

Mount her!

My damn wolf has been riding me ever since the moment Noah called me and asked me to bring Serafina home today from school. He got caught up in a project he’s working on.

It’s taken me this long to get my ass in gear to meet up with Serafina to take her home. Only because I needed to go for a run to work off some of the extra wolf energy.

Yet, as soon as I saw Peter confronting Serafina, my wolf wanted to tear his throat out. I was barely able to hold him back. And now, the energy we burned off during our run is back with a vengeance.

Especially now that I feel Serafina so close to me.

“This isn’t going to happen every day from now on, is it?”

Her question slows my steps. I turn my head to peer over my shoulder with a lifted eyebrow. I’m well aware that it’s best that I ignore her as much as possible, but I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

“Picking me up early,” she says to my silent question. “The school day isn’t over yet and I wanted to see the kids off on my first day. Besides, if I’m Alpha Queen I should at least meet the parents, right? Get to know the pack more? I didn’t even know Peter was Raymond’s father.”

A growl makes its way up my throat. “Don’t say his name.”

Serafina rolls her eyes skyward.

“Anyway, I’ve been here for weeks and have had only a few interactions with most of the members.”

She quickens her steps to keep up with mine, coming up on my side. I look straight ahead as we enter the long trail that will bring us out to the cabin.

“It’s your first day,” I tell her.

“That doesn’t answer my questions.” She hurries and moves in front of me, planting her feet.

I almost walk into her and have to stop abruptly so that I don’t.

My wolf purrs in my chest. I tighten my fists at my sides. He’s getting antsy.

“You haven’t even said hello to me. Also, will it always be you who picks me up from school like I’m one of the school kids?” She tilts her head sideways with her hands on her hips.

My gaze runs up and down the length of her body. She’s wearing another long, floral print dress that buttons in the front. Buttons that wouldn’t stand a chance if I decided to rip the dress open.

The scars on my back start to itch.

Fuck. I narrowly avoid rubbing myself against Serafina as I bypass her to continue along the pathway.

“It was just a question,” she continues.

I know my mate. Not everything about her but I know enough to recognize when she’s not about to let up.

“Speaking of questions, what did you mean the other night?”

My eyebrows draw together.

“When you were hitting the tree, you said something like you don’t deserve something,” she explains. “Not to mention the fact that you’ve stayed as far from me as possible,” she mumbles under her breath.

My wolf whimpers at the emotion in her tone. A mix of anger, sadness, and yearning. If she knew how tempting her voice alone was to my wolf she would stop talking.

Would she?

I snort from my own question. She would continue talking just from the knowledge that she gets under my skin.

“Nothing,” I grunt, answering her question, as I lengthen my strides. It’s a fifteen-minute walk back to the cabin on this trail. If I quicken my steps, I can shorten that length by five minutes. If I decide to use my wolf speed, I could be there in a handful of minutes.

“Nothing,” I lie.

I move to step around her, but Serafina blocks my path. I tighten my hands into fists. She’s pushing me. Serafina looks me in the eye, not thrown off even a little by the growl of an alpha.

Perfect. My wolf and my human have the same thought.

“You’re lying.” She narrows her eyes in frustration or anger or possibly both.

Either way, my wolf responds with another growl. I dig my nails into the palms of my hands. He’s getting more and more difficult to control around her. Especially when she gives us pushback like this.

“How would you know?” I challenge.

“Because you wouldn’t have said it otherwise,” she counters.

“Ronan speaks through his plans and strategizing. To most he’s a robot, but if you watch him closely, you can see the wheels always churning in his head. Noah can’t help but wear his emotions on his sleeve. He shows his devotion to his pack by building and creating.”

She pauses, tilting her head to the side.

“And you … you talk through action as well. Cooking, hitting trees, and stuff slips out like saying you don’t deserve … whatever it is you don’t deserve,” she says.

It seems I’m not the only one who’s starting to figure the other out.

My eyes land on the column of her neck. My incisors begin to descend with the need to bite her. To claim her and make it aware to everyone, including her, that she’s mine.

But I can’t do that. My wolf would tear her apart. He’s too vicious. Even for her sassiness.

I mumble something about her being wrong and then quickly skirt around her to continue toward the cabin. I’m hoping that once we’re back home, she’ll lock herself in her bedroom like she always does. I’ll go about preparing dinner, per usual, and then go out for a run.

I’ll make up some excuse as to why I have to miss dinner. I don’t think I can contain myself if I have to sit across from her for another meal, watching as she joyfully eats her food.

The food I prepared for her.

My cock stirs in my pants just thinking about the way she moaned while eating the smoked bacon this morning.

I’ve already ordered ten more pounds of pork belly to make more just because she enjoys it.

“So …” she says, making me realize how damn close she’s gotten, “what did you mean?”

I run my hand through my hair again. What the hell did I mean by that?

“Fine. You don’t want to tell me about that. Tell me what those scars on your back are from.”

“For the love of Mother Moon!” I don’t think as I growl at the words and pull her into my arms. “Don’t you know when to stop pushing?”

It’s as if she has some sort of death wish. I’m fighting for my life to hold onto my wolf, to keep him locked away, but with her continuous pushing it’s getting harder and harder.

“Then let go,” she says, her voice coming out as smoky and hot as the bacon I pulled off the smoker this morning.

Again, I’ve mistakenly spoken out loud.

That flicker of flame I saw in her eyes burns brighter now. “Kiss me,” she whispers. “I dare you.”

The fiercest growl I’ve ever heard from my wolf erupts from my throat. He’s too close, too near the surface. I can’t … won’t take her like this.

She wouldn’t survive his ferocity.

With a strength I’ve honed over years—decades of fighting entire packs alone, learning to hunt and fend for myself—I manage to release her from my grasp.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I whisper before I continue along the path. The only reason I don’t shift and go for a run is because I won’t leave Serafina out here alone in these woods. I don’t care how close to home we are.

Not after I saw the way Peter looked at her.

“What if I do know? What if I do— Ouch!”

Everything inside of me goes dark. A bite of pain rushes through me.

I spin to find Serafina, clutching her left palm, staring down at it with a grimace on her face. That’s when the scent of blood hits my nose.

Her blood.

My wolf howls at the sky.

“What the hell happened?” I pull her hand into mine, staring down at the streak of blood trickling out of a small cut. It’s not a serious wound by any means, but seeing blood anywhere on her drives my wolf and my human crazy.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“It’s not a big deal,” Serafina insists. “I tripped and put my arm on the tree to steady myself and—” She gasps a quick inhale of air when I bring her palm to my mouth.

I cover the cut with my lips before running my tongue across it, sucking up the small amount of blood that’s pooled in her palm.

My wolf goes crazy. At this point there’s nothing I can do to hold him or my human need back any longer.

I lick her cut one more time, ensuring that it’s stopped bleeding before I bring her face in between my palms.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I let out a frustrated growl, not giving her time to respond before I cover her mouth with my lips.

The kiss is as enticing as the sweet taste of her blood on my tongue. Serafina lets out a small groan … or more like something between a moan and a groan.

Any form of self-control I had, withers away and dies.

I tear apart the dress she’s wearing. Just like I thought earlier, the buttons of the dress didn’t stand a chance.

“Montgomery,” she pants and whispers.

My cock presses painfully against my zipper, begging to break free. I rip open my jeans before tearing off my jacket and T-shirt. I want nothing between us.

When Serafina wraps her arms around my neck, an ardor I’ve never experienced before courses through me.

I pick Serafina up, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist. Moving my hands up and down the length of her thighs, I squeeze and massage. I can’t get enough of the feel of her skin.

I line my cock up against her entrance, and in one fell swoop, I plunge inside of her.

“Oh!” she calls out.

Mother Moon, her pussy is so hot and tight.

The urgency slackens. I don’t want to rush this. I don’t want to rut into her like an animal in the woods. As badly as I want her, I want this first time with my mate to last.

Somehow, I get enough clarity to remember there’s a grassy opening not too far from us.

“Wh-Where are we going?” Serafina pants out, her voice thick with lust and passion.

“Your voice is so fucking hot,” I tell her. “I want you to use it to say my name over and over while I make you come for me.” I don’t break stride as I carry her to the opening.

“A-Are you going to make me come for you, Montgomery?” She punctuates her question with a Kegel squeeze.

I growl and almost trip from the rush of sensations throughout my body.

“Uh!” she grunts after I smack her ass.

“More than once, baby.”

She pulls back, still keeping her arms around my neck, to peer down at me. “Baby? Already with the pet names, huh?”

A deep, rusty chuckle spills from my mouth. I’m not used to the sound.

Serafina’s eyebrows lift and her eyes sparkle as she smiles, like she enjoys the sound of my laughter. She confirms my belief when she leans in and presses her lips to the skin of my neck.

“Fuck, baby,” I curse as I lay her onto the grass, just a few feet away from a small lake.

“No. Don’t!” she insists and tugs on my wrist when I start to pull out of her.

“Shshsh.” I kiss her, calming her right before I pull out of her warm pussy.

A second later, though, I cover her pussy with my mouth. I’ve tasted her blood, her mouth, and now I want to know what it tastes like when she comes for me.

I run my tongue up and down her folds, savoring her sweet taste, before I move to focus on her clit. Serafina’s thighs quiver before tightening around me.

“Mmm, Mont, that feels …” She trails off before lifting her hips, begging for more.

There’s no way on Mother Moon’s earth that I could turn her down. I lick and acquaint my mouth with her pussy, noting the special places that give me the most response.

Serafina falls apart for me when I run my tongue over her clit for the third time. Just as I predicted, her moisture is like the sweetest, most delicious nectar I’ve ever tasted. I briefly consider gathering it to use as the base for my next batch of honey smoked bacon. But I decide against it.

I want all of what her body’s offering me right now. I don’t want to save any for later. No sooner than Serafina’s coming down from her orgasm, than I’m picking her up in my arms and sitting her on top of me.

Although her poor dress is somewhere in tatters in the woods, her bra remains. However, it’s all twisted with one of her breasts popping out of it.

That’s not good enough for me, though.

I rip the damn thing away from her, making both of her breasts spill out. As soon as they’re free, my hands are there covering and squeezing them.

Serafina places her hands over mine. Her eyes meet mine.

“I need you inside of me.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. “Put me inside of you, baby. Now,” I growl.

We both groan when she wraps her hand around my cock.

“Mother Moon, you’re so big.” She squeezes me.

“Serafina,” I growl, impatiently.

“What happened to ‘baby’?” She smirks, arrogantly.

I tighten my hold on her breasts, to which she responds with a groan before lowering her pussy onto my rod.

“Home,” I growl. “I’m home.”

I don’t miss the wide-eyed look Serafina gives me before I cup the back of her head, bringing her lips in for a kiss. I wanted her on top for this round, but I’ve changed my mind. Switching our positions, I lay her back against the grass.

I throw one of her legs over my shoulders before doing the same to her other leg. Then, I raise to my knees and hold her legs by the ankles while I begin to pump into her.

“Mont-Montgomery!” she pants.

Another shot of thrill races through me and I intensify my speed. “Pinch your nipples,” I command.

Her hands immediately move to her breasts. The moment she pinches them, her pussy muscles tighten around my cock.

“Baby … Where the hell have you been?” I ask, unaware of what I’m saying at this point.

I move Serafina’s legs from my shoulders and press her thighs against her stomach. She hisses and arches her back.

I can’t take my eyes off of her. She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at her, but I can’t not watch her fall apart on my cock.

Mine!

That’s not my wolf. That’s a declaration my human makes.

“You’re mine, Serafina! You belong to me. To us,” I tell her.

The fire in her eyes grows, holding me captive.

“Say it!” I demand.

She bites her bottom lip.

I tighten my hold on her thighs and increase my pace. The position I have her in allows me to go unbearably deep. My cock rubs against her clit on every downstroke. I make sure to slow my pace on my downstroke to rub against her clit for an extended amount of time before pulling out again.

“Mine!” I growl out through clenched teeth.

“I’m going to come,” she tells me as if warning.

But she hasn’t said the words yet. She hasn’t given me what I wanted. I should pull out. Deny her what it is she’s craving to get what I want but I’m weak.

When it comes to this woman, my mate, I’m weak and that thought doesn’t bother me at all.

“Milk my cock, baby. Milk me while you come.”

A breath later, she’s coming, her pussy spasming and milking me just like I told her, as she falls apart for me.

I put her legs back on my shoulders while I pump into her as she continues to come. One final squeeze from her pussy sets off my orgasm. I throw my head back, hold her legs to my chest, and let the orgasm overtake me.

My growl of satisfaction becomes an echo in the woods surrounding us.

I don’t know if it’s three minutes or three days later before I pull out of her warm cavern.

Serafina’s head lolls to the side, her eyes half-closed, but I can still make out the fire burning in them when she looks at me. I pick her up into my arms, not bothering to clean either one of our bodies off.

We can do that at home.

Serafina yawns before laying her head against my shoulder. “Where are we going?” she asks, drowsily.

“Home so I can bathe you before I fuck you again.”

Her head pops up from my shoulder.

“Problem?” I lift an eyebrow.

A smile crosses her face, and my cock goes hard once again. From one tiny smile.

“No.” It comes out in a whisper before she lays her head back down.

I barely notice when she runs her hand over my chest before moving her other hand to my back.

I don’t let anyone touch me. Especially not my scars.

But her.

My mate apparently has free reign because no part of me flinches away from her caress.

It’s only then that I realize that my wolf has gone quiet.

Not simply still or patiently waiting, which, even that, is a feat for him. The bastard that rages inside of me nearly every waking moment has gone quiet. Relaxed.

I peer down at the woman in my arms. Her eyes closed, swollen lips parted and breathing even.

She is the peace I’ve been searching for my whole damn life.