Page 38 of Heartless Wolf (Wolf Moon Rejected #1)

CHAPTER 38 - LIV

“What do you think?” Dash strolled along the length of the loungeroom in our newly built cabin, arms splayed, brows high, eyes a lighter storm, his bond less troubled with the witch gone.

I set my hands on my hips, taking in my new place. Wood accents everywhere, similar to my former cabin. Warmth blanketed me in a safe cocoon. My heart hadn’t stopped smiling the entire month while my mate and his men constructed our dream home fit for an Alpha couple. Three bedrooms, ensuite, kitchen, large lounge with a playroom for pups, and a main bathroom. Small by most average home standards, but enough for us.

Moving deeper, I smiled at the stone fireplace at the head of our loungeroom, cream shaggy rugs and eggshell-colored sofa, teak coffee table.

“It’s perfect, Dash.” Perfect for our family.

I ran my finger over the marble kitchen countertop, moving onto the Smeg brand stove, afforded by another successful drug delivery for the Jackals. White cupboards broke up the stained wood. Rustic and masculine, in need of a little feminine touch.

“It could do with some pillows.” I did my best to hide my smile. “Pink to lighten up the dark wood stain.” I silently counted down how long it would take him to bite.

Dash caught on straight away and dragged me into his arms, cradling my head. “The only place pink belongs is in our baby girl’s room.”

Sexist. I was more of a blue girl anyway, but I kept up my act, curious if he relented. “What if I have it written into our marriage contract?”

“I’ll get my ex-solicitor friend, Castor, to go over it.” He branded me with a daring kiss that weakened my stance on pink, but I held on, teasing him.

I wasn’t a girly girl. Heather loved pink and everything sparkly, and decorated our cabin with such items. I wanted my home to have my own little touch to balance the masculinity of the place. Something as small as candles, cute sofa pillows, or a throw rug for the sofa. I toyed with the idea of his and her bathroom accessories to tease him more.

“Not fair.” I smacked Dash’s chest. “He’ll argue in your favor.”

“Never said I played fair, Moonlight.” Warmth built from the inside out from his hot kisses. “I fight for what I want and that includes you.”

Right now, I didn’t care about inconsequential decorations with what he did to my neck and behind my ear.

Electricity buzzed along my skin at the brush of his fingers underneath my shirt. “What do you say we christen the kitchen, Moonlight?”

Who needed a fireplace when my pussy turned into one? He read the answer in my tongue swiping my lip, and lifted me onto the marble, cool against the fire roaring across my body.

His thumb brushed my bottom lip. “I’ve been thinking about your mouth all day.”

Soft lips grazed mine and wiped away my capacity to think or breathe. His tongue parted my lips and dived into me, branding me as his, hitting harder than any kiss before it. My breasts swelled into his chest, prompting a savage growl, and him to grind into me with his hardness.

This man broke me, put the pieces back together and made me whole again. He risked everything for me, his pack, his standing, his motorcycle club, and would do it again in a heartbeat. The power flooding my veins left me heady. His fingers laced through my hair and his tongue declared war on my mouth and we Alpha dueled.

One nudge lowered my back to the counter. Burning fingers skimmed under my sundress, finding their prize, my lacy underwear.

“Fuck, Liv, you’re soaked already.” His voice took on a husky note as he lowered my panties and kissed the length of my bare legs.

Lowering himself to his knees, he spread my thighs, burying himself between them. The warmth and pressure of his lips sucking my clit made my hips buck. Suspended in a world of pleasure, I squirmed, my heart racing, body buzzing, nerves coming alive. He slowed his pace, lapping my slick heat with his tongue, inserting one finger, stretching me, then two. I rocked my hips, the friction of his tongue vibrating through my core and into my belly.

I jolted and curled upward, wanting to watch him. His eyes tracked every movement, turning predatory, drawing me into his trap, right where he wanted me. One hand stroked my thigh and belly, kneading me roughly. Dragged through the flames with him, I bounced on his fingers, needing more. His cock. His knot. Him losing control.

“That’s it, baby, fuck my fingers.” His free hand skimmed from my belly to my hip, curling beneath my ass and squeezing. “I’m going to give you my knot soon. Mate you like you deserve.”

Need and impatience rolled through me. My mate kept me waiting too long. Promised me he’d make it good. Fever gripped my body at my shewolf’s need for his knot shaped to match my pussy. He had no excuse now that the witch was gone.

“Give it to me.” A shameless plea.

“Not until I’m finished here,” he growled, his breath scorching my pussy. “I’m gonna come undone before I take you, and my woman comes first.”

The lash of his tongue turned brutal and unrelenting, seducing me closer to the finish line. Fire roared in my veins. A match thrown on gasoline. His fingers kneaded my flesh harder, speeding my tempo, swaying over his tongue.

“Fuck. Look at you, Moonlight. So beautiful riding my fingers.” Desperate heat pulsed through me at his filthy words, making me cry and shake over him.

Eyes burning hotter than I’d ever seen them, he removed his fingers and dined on my slick, eyelids fluttering, chest rumbling. Aftershocks hit me and I rubbed my thighs, chasing the pleasure.

“You need more?” My helpless whimper and grinding against his hard length answered him.

He didn’t bother undressing, just unzipped his fly and freed his straining cock, driving it through my aching core, coating it in my juices.

“Lie back, baby.” His fingers wrapped around my throat and pushed me back, positioning me where he wanted me. “I’ll give you what you want now.”

Slick and hot, he sank into me with a groan, planting himself balls deep. Tight fingers curled around my hips, locking me to him. Pumping slowly, he tested my reaction, gaining momentum when a moan vibrated from my throat past my lips.

“Fuck, Moonlight, the noises you make nearly break me.” He punctuated each word with a roll of his hips.

Sharp inhales of air and slapping flesh echoed throughout the room as he entered me with faster, more controlled thrusts. Losing my mind, I arched my spine and squeezed my breasts. The motion sparked a feral grin. His breath started to labor as his strokes turned wild and frenzied. My toes curled at the oncoming rush barreling down on me. The second his knot swelled and slammed against my clit, he threw me over the edge a second time, wailing his name.

“That’s it, Moonlight. Scream for me.” He pounded harder, his control slipping, his wolf taking over, ready to lock me and claim me. “We’re going to christen every inch of this place!”

At this rate, my next release was imminent and even more destructive. I rode that wave like a wolf fishing for salmon.

Balls deep inside me, Dash inserted his knot and it inflated to full capacity, locking us together. “Fuck, Liv. You take my knot so good. Look at how we fit.” His wild growl matched his fevered grip on my hips.

I curled into a semi-seated position to peer down to where we joined. Locked securely in me, he rocked his hips back and forth gently, avoiding ripping me in two.

Head tipped back in ecstasy, he urged his cock to hit the right spot, driving me to the ultimate point and releasing the chaos that was my final climax. “You’re mine. Made for me. Belong to me.”

Proving it, he bent down, notching his teeth into my neck, branding me with his mate mark. He came in a heated burst, coating my walls with his seed. His wolf let out a howl so loud and long it hit the depths of my soul. Light flashed behind my eyes as our souls came together in a fiery union. The forge in my heart roared with delighted heat. Sparks fizzed through my body as my orgasm consumed me entirely.

Finally, I felt complete. Dash came back to me, and in doing so, fit the last broken piece into place. The reverent look in his eyes told me he would always come back to me. Always belong to me. No tragedy or spell was going to keep us apart ever again. Neither would our enemies. Anyone who tried would feel my wrath and his.

When I got all my senses back, I tuned into my bond, fully open and flowing between my Lunar mate and me. Emotions flooded me. Happiness and gratitude for our union, the pleasure of having his Alpha queen by his side, and the hope of creating our future life together

Brimming with my own joy, I summoned my recovered my voice and said, “I love you, Lunwar.” I used the word for Lunar mate now that he was mine.

“You’re the only one for me, Moonlight. My love.” He bent down to kiss me leisurely, turning my body into more of a liquid mess.

We waited ten minutes for his knot to deflate before unlocking our bodies and taking a shower together. Clean and aching from the size of his knot, he skipped round two for dressing me, taking his time, sliding on my panties and dress, lavishing every inch of my skin with sweet brushes of his lips.

The front door creaked open, welcoming heavy footsteps and rowdy voices into the living room, followed seconds later by the scent of pizza.

“Someone’s here.” We hadn’t cleaned the smell of sex from the kitchen bench. “Are we having guests?”

“I’ll tell them to get lost.” He backtracked to me. “Too late.” He beckoned for me to come with him.

I finished cleaning the bench with cleaner and a microfibre cloth.

I slapped Dash’s mighty fine ass as he towed us out into the living room to find out the identities of our intruders. Six guests lounging on our furniture to be exact.

Five of Dash’s motorcycle club brothers spread out across the sofas and recliners, Heather squashed between Steele and Beau’s giant forms on the three-seater. Ten pizza boxes and a carton of beers were stacked next to wrapped gift boxes on the coffee table. Looked like we were celebrating our first night in our new cabin with my new family.

I blinked, surprised my sister came after yesterday’s disheartening news. This morning, her bond said she didn’t want to talk about it, and she went to work without making her mate his breakfast. They must have talked at some stage to get her here in secret. I wanted all the details. Later. By the look of it, we were celebrating.

Steele nudged the closest package with his boot. “You didn’t think you were getting away without a housewarming party, did you?”

Dash shrugged at me. Why not? We already christened the kitchen? Bikers were famous for their parties.

Heather wriggled out from the men to hand me a small box, teal with dark blue ribbon. “Open mine first.”

“Thanks, Nimble.” I smiled and hugged her.

I tugged off the ribbon, then let Dash rip the paper free. Inside was a laser-cut metal wall sign with Happy Home etched into it. Now this was a Liv decoration.

“Aww, Nimble, it’s perfect.” I brought her back for another hug and kiss.

“Nimble?” Steele raised a brow, holding out a beer for Dash. “What’s the story, Moonshine?”

Heather and I smiled at each other. “Sister secrets.”

Dash circled behind me and wrapped me in his arms. “I think I know how Liv got the name. She’s a squeaker.”

I laughed and twisted my elbow into his side. “We’re taking that story to our graves.”

Dash tickled my side. “I’ll get it out of you one day, Squeaky.”

I groaned and slanted my gaze to my sister. “Don’t let Steele’s charm sucker you into giving away our mystery, Nimble.”

Heather snorted at my joke. The guy had all the charm of a brick wall. If the stone crumbled from around his heart, he might have more charisma. I reserved judgment for that day.

“I won’t.” My sister glanced at Steele, something passing between them, a silent communication, a flicker catching fire in his eyes.

Challenge accepted. He smiled and beckoned her over, and she surprised me, reclaiming her seat next to him. Oh, they had the chat, and my insides tugged for the full story. Doting on her, he flicked open the pizza box and placed it in her lap, doing his mate duty and feeding her. Cute AF. My heart cheered for them both as they sat together, oblivious to the noise of the others, drinking, chatting, groaning at the taste of pizza and beer.

We barely got started into the booze and pizza when motorcycles thundered up the hill and parked out front of our cabin. More guests tumbled inside, making the place look even smaller with their giant bodies taking up so much space. Jackals. Slade, Alaric, Aaliyah, and two other men I didn’t recognize, carrying another beer carton, bottles of whisky, and a housewarming present.

“Heard there was a party.” Slade threw his arms around Dash and bear hugged him, the vibrations rattling through our bond. “Congratulations, brother. Nice digs.”

Dash rumbled with gratification at his new comrades joining him. “Look who’s here, ladies and gents.”

“Trouble, that’s who.” Aaliyah grinned and rubbed Slade’s shoulder.

The Lumbry men hollered and clapped at that declaration.

My Lunar bond vibrated with Dash’s pleasure at having his extended pack and family present to celebrate this milestone. My extended family beyond my new pack, who rallied behind me to rescue me.

Worry and fear peeled back from our bond. Safe from the witch, Dash didn’t have to distance himself from everyone he held dear to protect them and could indulge in and enjoy the company of friends and brothers he missed. Everything finally came full circle, and it was the best feeling.

While my exuberant mate greeted his Jackals brothers, Aaliyah wriggled up to me, nudging a golden wrapped box with glittery ribbon into my grasp. “A little welcome gift.”

Aww, that was sweet. We hadn’t made a big deal about our new place. Didn’t want to throw a party until we settled in.

“You didn’t have to.” I drew her in for a hug, her growing baby bump getting in the way.

“Bikers party hard and at any excuse when tomorrow might be their last day.” Aaliyah cupped her swollen belly about to pop out a pup any day now, her hand coupled with Alaric’s, the faithful soldier by her side.

I shook my head and laughed. “I better get used to feeding crowds of hungry bikers.”

Establishing a professional motorcycle club was Dash’s dream from the moment we met, and my heart swelled with pride that he achieved it.

I switched topics to Aaliyah’s impending birth. “Not long now, huh?”

Her eyes slanted with delight, shooting to Alaric, triumphing in his adoring smile. “No. Another five months. I’m having quadruplets.”

Fuck. Four pups sounded painful. No wonder she was so round. I clenched my thighs together, not ready for that step yet, and Aaliyah giggled at me.

“Come meet my sister.” I went to introduce them when Slade cranked up the music and started rocking his moves, claiming Aaliyah’s hand and waist, drawing her into his tempo.

Dash tugged me back to his side, where I stayed most of the night, in between catchups with Heather and Aaliyah. I got lost in the buoyant, fun mood and company, realizing what I had missed out on by burying myself in work with the shelter. With my mate by my side, I would never pay for the sins of my grandfather, only my own. What an empowering place to be.