Page 8 of Night with a Gamma (Golden Strings of Fate #2)

HOLDING HEAVEN IN MY ARMS

Harrison

I hold Wren tightly against my side, the warmth of her body seeping into mine like a soothing balm.

The chaos of the pack celebration buzzes around us, but in this moment, it feels like we are wrapped in a cocoon of our own making.

Laughter and chatter fill the air, a symphony of joy that echoes through the clearing.

My heart swells with a sense of heavenly peace, a feeling that I’ve longed for my entire life.

Wren’s laughter rings out like a bell, pure and melodic, as she chats with some of the younger pack members.

I can’t help but smile, my gaze fixed on her radiant face.

Her light golden hair glistens under the soft glow of the lanterns, and the way she throws her head back, unguarded and joyful, makes my chest tighten with a mix of pride and possessiveness.

She’s mine, and I’m hers — a bond forged in the fires of fate.

But as the evening wears on, I notice a subtle shift.

Wren lets out a tired sigh, a sound that tugs at something deep within me.

I squeeze her side gently, feeling the electric connection of our mate bond, and lean down to whisper in her ear.

“Hey, beautiful, maybe it’s time we call it a night? It’s been a long, active day.”

She turns to me, her deep blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “But I’m having so much fun!” she protests playfully, though I can see the weariness creeping into her expression.

“Just a little longer, then we can head up to our suite.” I give her a soft smile, hoping to coax her into rest.

“Alright, alright,” she concedes, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She stands up, calling for Shadow, her ever-loyal companion, to follow us. I intertwine my fingers with hers, the tingles of our connection swirling between us, grounding me as we navigate through the pack members.

As we make our way back to our suite, the scent of our combined essences fills the air — earthy and sweet, a blend of warmth and magic that sends my wolf into a frenzy.

The need to mate with Wren pulses through me, an instinctual drive to seal our bond.

I can feel my wolf clawing for control, yearning for the closeness we both crave.

Wren pushes open the door to our suite, and I follow her inside.

The space is cozy, filled with the remnants of our lives together — a mix of her witchy trinkets and my more rustic belongings.

But it’s more than that; it’s a sanctuary, a place where we can be ourselves without the weight of the world pressing down on us.

She heads to the bathroom, and I hear the shower start to run.

The sound is like a siren’s call, beckoning me closer.

I lean against the doorframe, the soft light spilling from the bathroom illuminating the space in a warm glow.

I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself.

I creep toward the crack in the door, my heart racing in anticipation.

As I peek in, my breath catches in my throat.

Wren stands under the spray of water, droplets cascading down her sun-kissed skin, glistening like jewels in the dim light.

She’s utterly captivating, the water flowing over her like liquid silk.

I swallow heavily, feeling like a stalker for watching her like this, but I can’t tear my eyes away.

Then, in that perfect moment, I feel the weight of her gaze. My heart skips a beat as our eyes meet, hers wide with surprise and a hint of playful admonishment. My chest tightens, and I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

“What are you doing, Harrison?” she teases, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“I, uh…” I stammer, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. “I was just… admiring the view.”

Her laughter dances through the air, rich and enchanting. “Well, you’re certainly welcome to join me if you’d like.”

The invitation hangs in the air, thick with unspoken promises. My wolf surges forward, clawing at the walls of my restraint, urging me to take her up on her offer. I step into the bathroom, the steam wrapping around me like a warm embrace, and I gently close the door behind me.

“Are you sure, because you had wanted to go slower last night?” I ask, my voice low and husky, the weight of the moment settling around us.

Wren nods, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper — a longing that mirrors my own. “I’m sure, mate.”

I step closer, shedding my clothes quickly, then the warmth of the water is creating a misty veil around us.

As I reach for her, Wren’s smile fades into something more serious, more intimate.

I can feel the magic swirling between us, electrifying the air, igniting the primal urge within me to claim her as my own.

“Wren…” I start, my voice barely above a whisper, but she silences me with a finger pressed to my lips.

“Let’s not talk,” she says softly, her breath warm against my skin. “Let’s just be .”

And in that moment, everything doesn’t exist around us.

There’s no pack, no responsibilities, no looming threats of rouges — just us, together in the sanctuary of our bond.

I pull her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, the water cascading around us as I lean down to capture her lips with mine.

The kiss ignites a fire within me, a fierce longing that spills over into every part of my being. Her taste is intoxicating, sweet and heady, and I lose myself in the rhythm of our bodies, the way they fit together so perfectly. I’m drowning in her, in us, and I never want to come up for air.

As the water pours over us, I lose track of time. Each moment stretches and bends, a beautiful tapestry woven from the threads of our connection. I can feel Wren’s magic swirling around us, mingling with my own essence, binding us tighter together.

We pull apart, breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. “I didn’t want to say this first and I don’t want to scare you, but I love you,” I murmur, the words tumbling from my lips like a prayer.

“I love you too, Harrison,” she replies, her voice soft and sincere, washing over me like the warm water that clings to our skin. “Now, let’s dry off some and go to the bedroom.”

I know that whatever challenges lie ahead — whatever darkness may threaten our peace — we will face it together. We are fated, bound by a love stronger than any force in the universe. And as we stand in our steamy sanctuary, I can’t help but feel that our journey has only just begun.

Wren

This is a huge decision for me, one that I should think through very carefully, but there’s no question in my mind that Harrison is the perfect man to have this experience with. He’s my mate after all. Strong, caring, kind and passionate.

The bond between us is moving at lightning speed but feels incredibly natural.

When he comes out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, I take a deep steading breath. Time to be brave. “Why don’t you get into bed just like that, and finish drying off with me?”

By the time the towel settles over the back of the winged velvet chair by the fireplace, his cock is already thickening and rising to his abs. He slides into bed next to me, warm and naked, with his fresh salt water scent that makes my thighs tighten. “What are you thinking, Little Bird?”

Sitting up carefully, I take a deep breath, then pull off the sheet that is covering my chest, tossing it off me. Before I can say anything, he dives forward, pulling my right nipple into his mouth as he palms the other breast, igniting my desire in a split second.

“Did I – oh shit!” His teeth graze my skin just roughly enough to make me shiver. “Did I mention that I’m taking a herbal blend, and it is like the pill for witches?”

He groans, then shifts as if to lie over me. Suddenly he stops, tearing himself away as he meets my eyes. “Is it… Is it too soon for us to think about this? I want you so badly and my wolf already wants to mark you as ours.”

“I don’t know.” Our auras are already mingling in the air. “But I know that I want you, Harrison.”

He smiles, one hand twisting in the back of my wavy hair and the other gripping my hip. The way he takes hold of my entire body thrills me all the way to my toes. “Little Bird, I get the impression that you haven’t really been with a man before in any sense.”

“I haven’t, at all. Well, a kiss, once. But this feels right, mate.”

He smiles, then kisses me so gently it stops my breath. Then he murmurs, “I’m in no hurry, my gorgeous girl. I’m happy to wait as long as you need. It may fucking kill my balls, but we can wait.”

I’ve had to be careful being the next in line for my coven. Now I think I’m done with that. Call it turning over a new leaf. Or breaking out of my timid shell. Maybe I just want to feel like a woman instead of a scared little girl.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I whisper, rolling on top of him.

His blue eyes blaze as he grabs my ass with both strong hands.

With my legs spread wide, I shift, bringing my open pussy down to rub along the length of his stiff cock.

He’s so hard that it’s standing upright, tight against his stomach.

Brushing all the way up and down, we both moan from the feel.

Who knew I enjoyed having a bit of control over my mate so much?

I do it again. And again. I can feel myself getting even more wet, and the sensation of dragging my swollen clit across his firm length makes me shiver with lust for my hot wolf man.

These brand-new feelings are almost overwhelming, but I’m already addicted to them.

If I’m this breathless already, what’s it going to be like when he’s inside me?

Harrison lifts me so I’m sitting up with a bit of space between us. He takes hold of his cock, dragging the thick head back and forth past my opening, nudging against my sensitive clit on each stroke.

I love the way he notices and smiles every time I twitch.

He’s so attentive. Somehow that’s just as sexy as his deep ocean eyes and massive chest that I see has a big compass with two swallow birds around it.

He’s always studying my reactions, figuring out what I need.

Having someone so dedicated to my comfort and well-being…

A girl could really get used to this treatment.

Nothing in my life has ever been smooth or easy so I don’t want to get my hopes up just yet.

But just for tonight, I want to believe in the possibility that my mate could continue to pick me over and over. .

He stares into my eyes, smiling gently as he brushes firmly over my clit, then dips his cock into my wetness just enough to make us both hum in anticipation.

I nod, then he notches himself a bit deeper before gripping my hips with both hands.

“Go ahead, gorgeous. Settle down on me, nice and slow, baby.”

Gripping his massive shoulders, I spread my knees a bit wider, getting a feel for how much pressure it takes to work him an inch or so deeper.

The pleasure is so overwhelming it makes my knees wobble a bit, but Harrison holds me firmly.

I know he would never let me fall. Never hurt me intentionally.

I realize with a start that that’s probably why he hasn’t just rolled me over and thrust inside me. He’s willing to take his time and hold his wolf back so that I’m in control, so I don’t feel any pain.

Oh, shit. “Breathe, Wren,” he murmurs, suddenly looking very serious as he stares down between us, his length moving slowly in and out using careful, shallow strokes.

I love the way Harrison shifts between serious and sweet.

Playful and thoughtful while concentrating on the task at hand.

I bet I’m the only person who’s ever really seen this side of him.

How weird to feel like I already know him so deeply.

With our bodies interlocked, his complete focus on my pleasure, I already know it’s true.

He stretches up, his plush lips brushing mine softly. A small, insistent voice in the back of my head tells me to be greedy, to get as many kisses as possible from this breathtaking man before something goes wrong, because it inevitably will.

Shifting my hands down further, I force myself to focus on this incredible moment.

The sultry look in my mate’s eyes as he realizes what I’m about to do.

Lifting up as high as I can, I slowly wriggle down, lowering my hips to gradually capture every hot, thick inch of his glorious cock.

I’m so wet that it doesn’t hurt at all. It’s a bit awkward until I find the right angle, but only for a moment.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. “So damn hot, baby.”

Working slowly, I lift and lower, finding a deep, slow rhythm that feels so good I almost keep forgetting to breathe. His huge, rough hands trace all over my curves, caressing every sensitive spot, as if he wants to memorize every dip and valley.

Just as I feel the tension gathering in my lower belly he looks up with a smile, slowly licking his right thumb. He brings it to my clit, and I cry out from a fresh wave of pleasure. How does he already know how to work my body so well?

“That’s it, gorgeous.” His deep voice has become a low, savage growl that sends prickles up my spine. “Come all over my cock. Then when you’re nice and sloppy wet, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you so hard. Would you like that, baby?”

Nodding my head eagerly, I move a bit faster, working up and down his entire length. The fluttering of his thumb against my clit ignites the smoldering fire that has been building.

The climax hits me slowly, a wave of heat and power, flooding my system until I cry out, falling forward against his chest as his hips rock against me.

I can feel his knot starting to swell inside me as he thrusts to the hilt.

It’s so intense I can hardly see, breathe, do anything except feel the pressure of him inside me.

A blood orange light emits from my hands.

He growls low in his chest, then I feel it, the sharp sting of his fangs in my shoulder.

Marking me for all to see. My mate mark.

“ Mine. ” He hums low and it sounds like his wolf pushed through to contribute his thought on making me his as well.

I collapse, jellylike, as his arms gather around to hold me tightly. “That was…” I sputter. “A-mazing. Damn.”

“Oh, we’re not done yet, gorgeous.” He tips up my chin to study my eyes. “You want more, baby?” How is that even a question?

“Yes. I want everything you have to give me.”