Page 23 of Forsaken (The Nightwolf Pack #3)

CHAPTER 23

S erafina

My eyes pop open hours later. My stomach hurts with an intense hunger.

As I start to move, Montgomery tightens his arms around me. His embrace is so comfortingly warm that I want to snuggle deeper into his hold.

But then my bladder and the ache in my stomach remind me that I need to get up.

“Where are you going?” he asks groggily.

“To the bathroom,” I whisper, hoarsely. I suppose hours of yelling his name has caused my throat to become a little scratchy.

“You’re hungry.” He sits up, and I just know he’s about to head to the kitchen.

“Don’t,” I say sharply.

He stops.

“You’re sleepy. Stay right here. I’m just going to the bathroom, and I’ll be right back.”

Even with his eyes half-closed, he frowns as if he doesn’t like the idea of being apart from me. That, or he doesn’t like the idea of me being hungry and not doing anything about it.

“Go back to sleep,” I encourage.

He gives me another look before pulling my hand to his lips and kissing it. He then lays down and falls back to sleep with ease. I stand there for a ridiculous amount of time, admiring how peaceful he looks as he sleeps.

The constant warmth that flows through me intensifies as I realize this is probably the first night he’s slept in his human form in years. In my bed.

The thought that I want him always in my bed occurs to me. But there’s also a longing in my heart that I can’t ignore.

Mates!

That crazy thought alerts me of exactly what it is I’m missing.

Noah and Ronan. Something tells me until I have the three of them in the same bed, I’ll continue to have this longing.

I shake my head to try to push away the thought, but there’s a clawing inside of me that won’t let up.

Mine.

I slowly close my eyes, knowing the other voice inside of my head isn’t my own. At least, not my human voice.

Could I …

After all of this time, have a wolf inside of me?

I push those thoughts away and look around my bedroom for clothes to put on. Even in the darkness of the room, my gaze falls on Montgomery’s T-shirt on the floor. I quickly put it on.

The shirt falls to the middle of my thighs.

As soon as I exit the bathroom, my stomach reminds me how hungry I am. I shouldn’t be surprised given how many times Montgomery and I went at it.

Instead of heading back to the bedroom, I make my way downstairs to rummage through the refrigerator. But when my foot hits the bottom stair, I think to check through my bag for the burner phone I carried with me this morning to school.

I head toward the door where I wonder if I’ve left my bag. That’s when I stop and recall that all of my belongings were left at school. They’re still in one of the closets that Ms. Sheila assigned to me in the first grade classroom. Montgomery came and forced me to leave so abruptly, I forgot about going inside to retrieve my bag.

“Dammit,” I mumble. I’ll have to remember to get it tomorrow at school.

There wasn’t a lock on the door, so I hope no one went in there to get anything.

Sighing, I pull a box of lemon ginger tea from one of the overhead cupboards. I place a tea bag inside of the mug before filling it with water from the sink. As I start for the microwave to warm up my tea, my stomach lets out a massive growl.

Instead of the microwave, I head to the fridge to rummage around to find what’s leftover. Thankfully, there’s mashed potatoes and baked chicken from the other night. I pull out a piece of chicken and spoon some potatoes onto a plate before placing it in the microwave.

As I watch the food warm up, I hold the cool mug of tea in my hand. I get lost in my thoughts about my afternoon and night spent with Montgomery.

He kept his distance because he was afraid his wolf would hurt me. Not because he was disgusted or rejecting me.

A smile I can’t help touches my lips. Unconsciously, I bring the mug of tea to my mouth for a sip but immediately pull back.

It’s piping hot.

I peer down at the mug in my hands. The tea is steaming. I frown and look at the microwave which still has ten seconds left for the food. I know I haven’t warmed up the tea yet.

“Why is it so hot?” I ask. More importantly, why is it steaming, yet holding the mug in my hands doesn’t burn or hurt at all?

I stare down into the mug in confusion.

“What are you doing?”

“Shit!” I jump and spin around, spilling a few drops of tea onto Montgomery’s T-shirt.

Noah’s eyebrows raise as he approaches me. He’s so wide and large, that it feels as if he takes up all of the air in the room.

“Did you burn yourself?” He reaches for my arms.

“No,” I say before clearing my throat. I place the mug down onto the counter and then open the microwave which has started to beep. “Don’t want to wake Montgomery.”

“You think any of us can sleep with you here, Little Hellraiser?”

I spin to face him. “Huh?”

He slowly looks me up and down, his stare pausing on my thighs before he moves closer, pulling the plate of food from my hands and closing the microwave.

“We don’t sleep … not much. Not since you came.” He holds up a forkful of mashed potatoes to my lips.

Unnamed desire causes me to part my lips.

I push out a sigh from the creamy cheesiness of the cheddar mashed potatoes. I’m considering going upstairs and waking Montgomery up with a blow job just from how damn good these potatoes are.

But then a low growl sounds, bringing my attention back to Noah.

“Did you have fun with Montgomery today?”

I should be embarrassed, or at least something should feel off, about him knowing that I slept with his brother, only days after screwing Ronan in his office. Yet, there’s not even a hint of shame or regret.

I lift my chin. “Yes.” And then I open my mouth for another forkful of food.

“Good,” Noah says as he watches me chew. “He needs you.”

“What?”

Confusion must register on my face because Noah answers, “His wolf was … unstable at best. Ever since he’s come back.” He shakes his head. “We knew that his long runs every night and sleeping outside helped to keep his wolf calm.”

“And cooking,” I add.

Noah’s brows lift again. “Is that why he cooks so much?”

I nod, sad that he’s just learning this. I’ve noticed in the time I’ve been here that there’s a distance between the three of them. One that Noah and Ronan, I suspect, regret.

“I also think it was his way of connecting with you two,” I tell him.

Noah lifts his head toward the ceiling before he drops his gaze to me, nodding. He feeds me another forkful of chicken and potatoes. I don’t miss the way he watches me as I lick the remnants of food off of my lips.

“And what do you need?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.

His gaze drops to the plate. “Are you done?”

I nod, not even looking at the now-empty plate of food.

“This.”

He surprises me as he lifts me by the waist onto the counter, pushes my legs apart, and drops to his knees. Cool air brushes against my pussy, reminding me I’m not wearing any panties.

Before my next breath, Noah’s devouring me like a starving man.

Noah slowly traces the lips of my pussy with his tongue, drawing out a painful whine from me. He pays special attention to each one of my folds, tenderly kissing and lavishing every part of my pussy before his mouth moves to my clit.

He’s as slow and deliberate with my special button as with the rest of my pussy.

“Noah,” I whisper his name, dropping one hand to the back of his head.

He’s moving too slow. His mouth on me awakened the fire that I thought had been put out by my multiple rounds with Montgomery.

“Please,” I groan, begging for him to give me more. But Noah obviously has a vendetta against me because he pulls away, chuckling.

“Do you want more, Serafina?”

I nod like a wonton vixen.

He pulls me down from the counter, spinning me to face it with my back to him. The next thing I know, he pulls Montgomery’s T-shirt over my head, leaving me naked. Noah’s hand on my shoulder pushes me to lean over the counter.

“Spread your legs, open yourself to let me see all of you, Little Hellraiser.”

My pussy moistens from the deep timbre of his tone. I widen my stance. With a glance over my shoulder, I see him move back a few steps as if to get a better look at me.

“Like what you see?” I ask.

His lips split into a grin that makes my belly quiver.

“So much that I want to see more. Spread your cheek for me.”

My mouth falls open.

He quirks an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?”

My nipples harden, and I do as he requests, using my hands to spread my ass cheeks for him. I’ve never been this open or exposed to anyone.

Mate! that strange voice in my head calls once again.

“Fucking beautiful,” Noah groans before dropping to his knees.

I bite my bottom lip in anticipation of his mouth on me, but Noah surprises me when instead of finishing the job he started on my pussy, he inserts a long digit into my ass.

“Oh,” I hiss while my back arches.

“Relax, Serafina,” he coaches.

“I-I-I’ve never been …” I trail off into a moan when he starts moving his finger in and out of me.

Noah rises to his feet and leans over me, bringing his lips to my ear. “You better not have let another man touch you here. It’s bad enough you gave another fucker what belonged to us,” he growls.

My nipples press painfully against the marble countertops.

“Noah, please,” I beg, not even knowing what I’m trying to ask for.

“You know he’s dead, don’t you?”

I blink, trying to recover my senses which are going crazy between the deep timbre of his growly voice and his now two fingers moving in and outside of my ass.

“Wh-What?”

“The fucker you gave your virginity to. Once I find out who he is, I’m going to snap his neck for touching you.”

How does he even know about …

I trail off because Ronan must’ve told him what I said.

Noah doesn’t say anything else before he’s on his knees again. This time he puts his mouth right where it belongs. The feel of him eating me out while still fingering my ass is enough to drive me crazy.

I push my hips back against him, begging him to give me the release that keeps threatening to overcome me. But it lingers just out of my grasp from his deliberately slow perusal of my pussy with his tongue.

“Please, please, please,” I beg. I know I’m going to hate myself in the morning for begging. But here, right now, in the middle of the night, in the middle of the kitchen with his fingers in my ass and his mouth on my clitoris, I have no pride left.

I need him to finish the job he started.

“Noah, please!” I pant, furiously.

He must have been waiting for this exact moment because that’s when he puts his tongue on my clit again, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me erupt. His fingers never stop moving either.

The friction heightens the sensations coursing through me. Everything inside of me feels as if it’s on fire and burning. But not in a painful way. The orgasm feels soothing as it pumps through me.

Noah’s hand on my hip holds my body in place while my body goes through its release.

Not until I catch my breath does Noah rise to his feet again. Both of his hands are on my hips now, holding me steady as if he knows without the support, I’d fall over.

I blink once, then twice to clear my vision. When I move to look over my shoulder at Noah, instead, however, my gaze lands on Montgomery. He’s standing in the kitchen’s entryway, eyes glowing as he silently observes us.

When I drop my eyes down his body, the bulge in the sweatpants tells me he’s been watching us for quite some time.

“Did you enjoy that, brother?” Noah asks.

Montgomery slowly nods.

Noah surprises me by leaning over and pressing a kiss to the back of my shoulder. “I did, too.” He squeezes my ass. “You need a little more prep before I take you here, Little Hellraiser. But soon.”

No sooner than Noah takes a step back, Montgomery scoops me into his arms. “I’ll clean you up and take you back to bed.”

I lean my head against his shoulder and my eyes droop until they’re closed. All I can remember is his comforting feeling from his, mine, and Noah’s scents all mixed together.

There’s only one missing.