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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ZURI

“Are you comfortable now?” Stone asked on our walk back to the pack house.

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I stared down at the dirt path and debated on what I should say to him.

I didn’t know how much I could push him until he snapped, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to test it, seeing that he had friends who liked to throw damn knives in our direction.

I still couldn’t get over the fact that Stone had grabbed the silver knife in his palm like it was nothing.

Nothing!

The last time I had touched silver, my hand had burned for weeks.

And Stone had brushed it off like it was an everyday occurrence, his hand healing in a matter of minutes.

I had never seen an injury heal that quickly before in my pack.

We took at least a week to heal from the slightest touch of silver.

My pack had always spoken as if Alpha Stone were a devil, but maybe he was the Devil.

“You’re giving me the silent treatment now?” he asked.

“No,” I said quietly.

“Then, what is it?”

“Just thinking about today,” I said, thoughts drifting to the massage and shopping. Nobody had ever spoiled me like that before, and I had never thought anyone would, especially not Stone. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For bringing me out to town and not being embarrassed to be seen with me.” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. I snapped my lips closed and wondered where the hell that had even come from. I had been thinking about how sweet the devil had been to me today.

Not that.

He growled and suddenly plastered me to the nearest tree, his callous hand wrapped tightly around my throat and his golden gaze piercing into mine. “Why the fuck would I be embarrassed to be seen with you?”

I sucked in a breath. “I-I didn’t mean?—”

“You fucking said it,” he snarled, running his thumb across my lower lip. “Look at me.”

With a trembling gaze, I peered up at him and wondered what he’d do to me. The last time I had mentioned my insecurities, he had forced me to stare into the mirror as he fucked me senseless from behind. Now, we were in public.

“Take it back,” he growled.

“Or what?”

Fuck! What is wrong with me?! Why can’t I keep my mouth closed today?!

He pinned his hips against mine, his cock hard on my stomach. I whimpered and pressed my thighs together, heat coursing through my core. He trailed his fingers up the column of my neck, strumming them.

“You want to be a brat for me, mate ?” he asked.

Before I could stop him, he ripped off my panties from underneath one of the more conservative dresses he had bought for me today and lifted me into the air, placing my legs on either of his shoulders with his mouth between them.

I grasped his muscular shoulders to steady myself. “Wh-what are you?—”

His tongue found my clit almost immediately.

I laced my hands into his hair and cried out softly, brow furrowed. “Y-you should put me down before you?—”

“Don’t speak,” he growled, his voice vibrating my cunt. “Come.”

And almost immediately, my body jerked in the air. He continued to massage my clit with his tongue, dragging it in circles around the sensitive bud as my wolf continued to enjoy her mate’s touch.

He slipped one finger inside me, then another and another. I arched my back, the pressure building higher, and I gripped his hair tightly, a low moan escaping my lips once I finally relaxed in his arms.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sending me over the edge.

I threw my head back and cried out, riding his fingers and his face. He buried his tongue deeper between my pussy lips and sucked on my clit, driving me higher and higher for a moment, and then finally, I slowly came down from the high.

“That wasn’t hard, was it?” he taunted.

“You can put me d-down n-now,” I murmured, closing my eyes.

Still holding me in the air, he pulled me off his shoulders and dropped me right down onto his cock.

I widened my eyes and cried out, “Wh-what are you doing?!”

“Fucking my mate,” he growled, slamming his hips up.

He drove himself into me over and over, pounding my pussy until I was quivering around him. Heat exploded through my core, and I gripped his muscular shoulders tightly, squeezing my eyes closed as the pressure rose quickly inside me again.

His mouth found my breast, and while this dress was semi-conservative, he still gained access to my tits through the neckline, sucking on the flesh he could find and slapping my ass like a wild, roguish animal.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “And I’ll have you how you are.”

“B-but?—”

“So, stop fucking saying shit like that, mate , because it pisses me off.”

I clenched around him and moaned softly.

“Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.”

“Louder.”

“Yes.”

He pumped into me, slamming his cock so deep that it hit my cervix. “You’re mine.”

“Yours,” I cried. “I’m yours!”

Almost instantly, he stilled inside me and grunted. I went to slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans, but he snatched it up so I’d scream out into the dark forest instead. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, and I curled my toes.

His cock pulsed inside me, and then he finally pulled out and set me down.

“Stone!” an older woman called from deep in the forest. “Is that you?”

While Stone leaned back against the tree next to me to catch his breath, his biceps glistening with sweat as his chest rose and fell quickly, I scrambled to cover all my bits.

“Who is that?!” I asked frantically.

With a smirk plastered across his face, he chuckled. “My grandma.”

“Your grandma?! What the hell is she doing out here?”

“We’re on our property,” he said nonchalantly.

“We’re what?!” I exclaimed. Though I hadn’t missed the way he said our instead of his .

He kicked himself off the tree and seized my hand. “Come on. We’re going to meet the pack.”