Page 40 of Stolen By the Alpha Hunter (Moonbound Mates #3)

PEACHES

S pring is in full bloom and I’m in love.

We’ve spent three blissful days in bed together—three days that couldn’t be more different than the first few weeks we had.

I wake up to Javi’s hard body wrapped around mine, usually with his knot already swollen between my legs, his hands on my breasts and his lips on my throat.

We sleep in, go to breakfast late, walk in the fields, and enjoy dinner with the pack.

I introduce him to everyone. He…tolerates the company.

I have to be careful to give him his space. I get the feeling he would do anything for me, and that includes making himself uncomfortable for the sake of indulging my sociability.

We’ll figure it out with time.

We nap through the afternoon on the first day of my heat, my body sticky with sweat and cozy in the sheets.

I find myself weirdly excited for my heat when I used to dread it, knowing I have my mate to keep me sated through these long nights.

I wonder if it will be different with a baby already inside me, but I know it’s coming regardless.

Even as I sleep, I can feel the familiar tug of desire in my heart, the way my body begs to be fucked and filled.

I don’t know how he gets up and out of bed without me catching him, but I’m alone when I wake. I look at the clock—five p.m., close to sunset. This is the point when we should be locking ourselves in our rooms, ready to spend the night in the the clutches of passion, and my mate is gone.

But there’s a flower on the door.

I frown and cock my head.

Purple mountain laurel.

I get out of bed and pad toward it, reaching out my hand. The door comes open and I jump back, half-expecting Javi to be around the corner.

But there’s no one there…just his lingering scent.

I go back to bed to pull on my sweater and I step across the threshold, then walk down the corridor. Mountain laurel flowers dot the hallway, scattered petals leading me up and out toward an exit near the other side of the den.

This isn’t where everyone else will be gathering—this isn’t where the bonfire is, the food, the laughter. I can hear my friends on the other side of the den, all preparing for a night of pleasure. I almost think I should turn back, convinced this is a trap…and then I see him.

Javi waiting in the field, his back turned.

He’s shirtless, his muscles gleaming in the light of the setting sun, and there’s a mountain laurel tree on the other side of him. I stand still for a second to admire him, knowing it’s only a matter of time before he realizes I’m watching.

He turns.

I walk toward him, padding through the soft grass.

Javi watches me come closer with a smile, though his brow furrows when I get close enough to touch him, my hand on his arm.

“I scared you,” he murmurs. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Well…last time we were here, you did kidnap me,” I say. “Kinda puts a damper on the romance of it all.”

His face falls. “I won’t ever do anything like that again.”

“I know,” I say. I reach up to touch his face. “Just might take a bit of…oh wow.”

Pleasure tears through me at the lightest touch, stopping me mid-sentence.

A low growl rumbles in Javi’s chest and his hand shoots out to pull me closer, his teeth bared at my throat.

Over his shoulder, I see the full moon rising in the pale blue sky, its light enhancing every single sensation crawling over my skin.

“Fuck…” Javi growls. “And I thought you were irresistible before.”

His grip slides to my lower back and I arch against him, giving him better access to the bite mark as my hair spills over my shoulder. He bows his head to kiss along my throat, pulling me up toward him, and the mingled scent of mountain laurel and Javi fills my lungs.

I gasp as heat pools between my legs, already so wet that I can feel arousal dripping down my thighs. I’ve always been needy and wild this time of the month, but with my mate…? I feel insatiable.

In one fluid motion, Javi lifts me and tosses me over his shoulder. I squeak as he strides toward the mountain laurel tree, one hand stroking my ass while the other holds me in place. He puts me down at the base of the tree, making sure I land lightly, and then he drops to his knees in front of me.

“I had this whole thing planned, but…” His eyes dart between my legs. “…it’s gonna have to wait.”

My body agrees, pleasure rocketing through me.

He reaches for my thigh and presses an open-mouth kiss to the bite mark, always going for that same spot.

I feel his teeth graze me and think he might bite me again, and I wouldn’t mind it.

I want to be covered in his bite, his scent, to be filled up with him.

My pussy throbs at even the thought of it, and I roll my hips toward him with a needy whine.

I can’t wait on foreplay. I need to be fucked, filled, satisfied.

Javi must sense my desperation through the bond, because his fingers slide against my folds and find my entrance seconds later. He pushes two thick digits inside and stares up at me with hooded green eyes, and his jaw drops as he slides in deep.

“You’re so wet,” he growls. “So gorgeous.”

“I’m…” I don’t even know what I am. All I know is hunger. “I need…”

Javi’s open mouth moves over my pussy, latching onto me and lapping viciously at my clit. His fingers pump in and out, drawing arousal down his fingers, down my thighs. I rock into his mouth and lean against the tree, and I crumble so quickly that it almost disappoints me that it’s already over.

But the heat is back. Building, building…

“How many times do you think I can make you come tonight?” he asks with a smirk.

His words send another wave of pleasure shooting through me. “I don’t think I can stop.”

“Good,” he rumbles.

Javi moves around me to sit against the trunk of the tree and starts to shimmy out of his jeans, but I leap on him the minute his cock springs free, my knees in the grass.

Javi grabs my hips and kisses me hard, and I taste myself on him as his tongue plunges into my mouth, tangling with mine.

I need to feel him now …and thank goodness, he doesn’t tease.

His cock nudges against my entrance for only a moment before I sink down onto him, letting out a feral cry. He doesn’t knot me, though; somehow, he keeps his composure and his wits about him. Javi starts to move my hips up and down, bouncing on his hard cock, letting it fill me.

I come again. I can’t help it, I can’t stop it. Every touch is bliss, euphoria settling over me. I open my eyes and find the full moon overhead, through the boughs of purple mountain laurel, sweetness enveloping me.

And then I’m unsettled, frustrated—because Javi is picking me up, pulling out. I stop him before he can, my mouth darting to his neck, and I find myself biting him on accident.

He rocks back in, driving home, and he hisses out a breath as I taste his blood. He fucks me desperately while I lap at the bite, another mark on him as he’s put so many on me. On the Rig, I had to pretend I belonged only to him, but here…he belongs to me too.

He’s mine. My Javi, my mate, mine.

Then we’re kissing again, desire licking along the corners of my mouth, down my neck, over my breasts.

Javi reaches for my sweater and yanks it off of me, tossing it into the grass—and then he’s at my breasts, sucking my nipples, playing and pinching and pulling.

My orgasms change. Before, they were sudden and overwhelming…

but now they’re like waves on the sea, ebbing and flowing, pleasure overtaking me before it crashes and fades and returns again.

I come again effortlessly, the moon shining down on us as Javi finds every bite mark and lavishes it with attention.

But I can still feel his knot teasing at my entrance, my pussy kissing down his length and clenching in an effort to draw him in. My wolf wants to be bred by her mate, to be knotted and claimed in the moonlight.

“Please, Javi,” I beg. “Please, I…”

His tongue rolls over my nipple and I find myself spiraling, unable to form words. Another soft orgasm surges and ebbs, making me forget what I even wanted.

Then he’s lifting me, my body finally pliant enough that I don’t resist Javi extracting himself. He turns me until I’m facedown in the grass, my knees down, my pussy pushed toward him and on full display. This… this is what he wanted.

And I realize it’s what I want too, to feel him drive into me the way he did the night he got me pregnant.

I see his pants tossed into the grass beside us, and then I feel his cock nudging at me.

And… there . Yes, right there.

He buries himself in me, his huge cock impaling me from behind. I gasp sharply when his knot slots into place and he rolls his hips, hitting every spot that’s been begging for him.

His hand runs down my spine and I realize his claws have come out, leaving light scratch marks across my skin. It’s a moment of self-awareness that strikes me as odd—the eye of the storm, before we go back into the fray.

I feel everything through the bond—pleasure, yeah, but also love and pain and even friendship growing between us.

Every second we’ve spent together comes back to me, beautiful and ugly.

Javi and I keeping our secrets, making love in the dead of night, laughing and continuing to hope despite the odds.

This is everything. This is what it means to have a mate.

Javi’s palms smooth over my back and he starts to quickly, deliberately thrust his hips, the knot tugging at my entrance and making my nerves fire all at once.

I grab fistfuls of grass and earth as I fall back into the storm, lightning striking through my body, waves crashing through me.

A groan rumbles in his chest and I meet him voice to voice, howling into the silver night.

Every touch is electric, every breath a cool breeze. And Javi’s hands, his cock, his thighs against mine, his claws biting into my skin—he’s my anchor.

I feel the tension rising, winding up. Javi increases his pace and his breath shudders out in a growl, and then he yanks me back by the shoulders to thrust as deep as he can. I let out a keening wail, arching my back, feeling like he’s in every inch of me as his seed fills me.

And there’s an unfamiliar heat…something that floods my lower belly and warms me like a sip of hot tea.

I take gasping breaths as I come down from the adrenaline high, Javi running his hands up and down my back.

I get the feeling this won’t be the last time we mate tonight—not by a long shot—but I’m ready for a moment of stillness when he takes me in his arms and gently lays us down in the grass, his knot still lodged inside.

His fingers trail down my arm and he presses a kiss to the crook of my neck, wrapping me in his embrace.

It’s chilly out, but Javi is warm, and my heat is just beginning. Even now, my arousal coats Javi’s cock, my inner walls massaging his knot and trying to pull him in deeper.

“I wanted to try a romantic gesture,” he mumbles against my ear.

“This was romantic,” I laugh. His cock twitches at the sound of my joy and I moan softly before continuing. “You don’t have to try so hard. Not now—not when we’re still figuring things out.”

His hand moves from my hip to my belly, his fingers splaying wide. Of course there’s no sign yet—I’m barely pregnant—but I know that he feels our baby all the same.

“I’m so excited to meet them,” he says, “but is it wrong that I wish we had more time? To be…us.”

“They won’t stop us from being us,” I whisper. “But I get it.”

His lips ghost over my ear, teeth on my earlobe.

“You deserve flowers,” he says. “Grand gestures, pretty words. I’m gonna spend my whole life trying to give you all that and more.”

It makes my heart twist…but there’s no pain now.

Just promise.

Because Javi is a man who keeps his word.

“I love you,” I whisper. “Now…can we start by having sex again?”

He laughs against my neck, and his hand settles on my breast to pinch my nipple. “Gladly.”

And that’s how we start our forever…bound together, body and soul, under the full moon.