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DEACON

‘Stay away from my sister, Deacon. She’s at this age where she thinks you are the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen when it’s so far from the truth.’

That was Jake a week ago when I spoke to his sister at their home.

‘Forget about the Cavanaugh girl, or I’ll take matters into my own hands, son.’

That was my father’s warning the minute I turned eighteen and told him who my mate was.

Right now, a thousand thoughts swirl in my mind. Thoughts I shouldn’t entertain—thoughts I should never act upon.

If Jacob doesn’t kill me for this, then my father will. I’ll be six feet under once he finds out. But maybe this is worth it.

Winter Cavanaugh has been on my mind since she became of age. I knew she was my mate and my every thought has revolved around her.

Starting from the roots of that shiny blonde hair of hers, to the freckles on her nose, to those green orbs she has for eyes, all the way to those pink lips that look kissable from a mile away; this woman has been the death of me, and she has no clue just how much.

I’ve seen her watching me, going to an extent of coming to the training grounds to cheer me on. Every single second, my wolf has been craving nothing but her, her scent, and everything that encompasses Winter Cavanaugh.

I’ve tried getting my wolf to be satisfied with other women, but that has proved impossible because we are attracted to one woman. The woman my wolf and I are not supposed to touch or think about while having a cold shower with a raging boner every single night.

And tonight, I watched her cry because I was an imbecile who couldn’t tell her that yes, we are mates, baby, and I’m hella proud you got your wolf tonight.

The minute she said, “So I can move on to a guy who’ll actually care about our bond,” I lost all restraint. I hated seeing her cry, so I did what any weak man in my situation would do. I tasted my mate.

The moment her lips touch mine, the last shred of my sanity is lost to her. This ecstatic feeling grows as I make her lips fully mine.

I drown in the tiny noise she lets out as I taste everything her lips have to give. And Winter? Goddess, my girl laces her arms around my neck, submerging into the pull of the kiss that has both of us starved and stunned.

The clean, sweet taste of her, the jasmine smell of her skin, and the submission of her body to mine have every dirty thought inside me roaring like a fire being fed flint, minute after every minute.

I can feel all my blood heading south to my cock. I can feel it painfully rubbing against my pants as it tries to reach out to what I crave most right now.

I want to taste every inch of her.

I want to see her cunt. Just one look. Just a little peek.

I want to take her right here, and the restraint keeping me from doing so seems to grow thin as I suck on her bottom lip, savoring her taste to memory.

“Winter,” I mumble against her lips. The thought of stopping the kiss cuts me from the inside out, but I have to.

I can’t go any further than I’ve done tonight.

“We have to stop,” I utter hoarsely, my words being the complete opposite of what I want.

But this is what I should want. She turned eighteen a couple of months ago. I probably took her first kiss tonight, and I’m not going to be the douchebag who fucks her and breaks her virginity in the middle of the woods whether we are bonded or not.

“No,” Winter lets out a shaky breath, and the first mistake I make is looking into her eyes.

Her eyes carry the same thing mine are carrying. Desire. Wild and crazy desire.

“Deacon, I—I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this moment, and you don’t get to say no to me after you initiated the first kiss.”

Seeing her stand up to me only spikes my already hot blood with fire. This is the reason why I shouldn’t have kissed her. This is the reason why I’ve stayed away from her and watched her from afar.

Her small hand cradles my jaw, and I hold it against my cheek, kissing her tenderly when the caveman in me wants to do more than kiss her. My right hand grabs her ass, hauling her tighter to my chest.

Winter lets out a small gasp, her arms banding around my neck again. I give her another kiss on the lips before pulling away to kiss her neck, jaw, cheeks, and every inch of her skin my greedy lips can find.

“It’s your first time, baby, and while I can’t promise it won’t hurt, I’ll make it good for you.”

Her emerald eyes dig into mine, and she smiles nervously, an action that makes my heart beat twice as fast. I should have told her we were mates as soon as she turned eighteen. I should have kissed her every time she came to watch me, thinking I didn’t notice her.

“I trust you, Deacon.”

Her words serve as the final straw. I take a step away from her, and my mate looks at me disappointedly, not having a clue I want to see every inch of her body naked under the moonlight.

“I want to see you, baby.”

The blush that creeps up her cheeks makes me smirk lightly. No one has ever spoken to her like that before. And no man has been intimate or will ever be intimate with her but me.

“Me?” She stutters. I’m momentarily stuck on staring at her creamy thighs and making my way up to the perky nipples poking out of the shirt she’s wearing.

“Yes, Winter. I want you on the ground, legs spread for me, with my mouth, fingers, and cock each having a taste of you tonight. You want that, too, baby?”

Her breath hitches, and her dilated green eyes pierce into mine before she whispers, “I want that.”

By the time Winter takes off my shirt and lies on it on the ground, I’m already on top of her, making sure I don’t crush her. Our lips meet, but this time, the kiss is more demanding and more needy.

I kiss my way down her jaw and lick the skin on her clavicle as I move down to her pebbled nipples.

Licking the underside of one of her breasts, my mouth waters all the more as I latch on one nipple, tasting how good she feels in my mouth.

“Oh…Goddess,” Winter moans, and I would correct her if I wasn’t so entranced by her pretty pair of tits. It’s my name she should be moaning out loud.

I pinch her nipple, and she squirms before I suck the little thing back into my mouth.

“Your tits are gorgeous, baby. All creamy and pink. I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough.”

“Deacon…please.”

I drag my tongue against her ribs, kissing her navel before I stop at the apex of her sex.

I can smell her arousal, so damp in the air. I can see her arousal drip right in front of me, and there’s nothing that prevents me from kneeling between her legs and sinking my tongue inside her soaking cunt.

“You are not just wet, Winter. Fuck, baby. You are soaking wet for me.”

“Yes…for you.”

I eat her pretty pink cunt till she moans my name a few more times. Every moan I wrench from her lips and every orgasm she gives me fuels the pulsing in my cock. I don’t know how many times Winter Cavanaugh comes on my tongue. All I know is I will be going on my knees a few times in the future to eat this cunt.

When I finally get on top of her, with my thumb circling her throbbing clit and my cock lining her entrance, I lean down to kiss her, hoping it will distract her from the pain.

Pushing the tip inside her has me grunting back a moan, the feel of her better than I had imagined for years. I wrench my lips from her, swiping the stray locks of hair that have clung to her face so I can meet her eyes.

I can’t hurt her.

The last thing I want to do is hurt her on a special night like this.

“Shh,” I whisper into her ear before dragging my lips over her temple. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”

Her nails dig deep into the back of my shoulders.

“I don’t want you to stop. Please don’t stop, Deacon.”

The sound of her voice urging me to continue sounds like music to my ears, and despite that, I don’t thrust inside her in one go.

“I’ll take it slow, yeah? We move together, baby. Are you ready?”

Her swollen lips stretch to a small grin, one that tells me she’s okay and I’m the one too worried about everything.

“As much as I love your smile, you have to use words, Winter. Are you ready?”

“Y—Yes. I'm ready.”

I search for any hint of hesitation on her face. Taking her virginity despite her being wet for me means she’ll have to go through the pain as I thrust inside her, and I’d do anything to take the pain away.

“Deacon? I’m okay. I’m ready. P-please.”

The breathless plea she hands me travels like an arrow straight into my heart. I kiss her.

Then, I plunge inside her, slowly and passionately, like a lover making love to his mate after being separated for eons.

It takes about two thrusts to find Winter’s weak spot, and seeing her come on my cock while she screams my name ends up being my damnation.

I don’t know how long I fuck her in my arms.

I don’t know how many times I come inside her and how many times I praise her for taking my cock so well.

All I know is Winter Cavanaugh is mine after tonight.

***

“Deacon, I think you should put me down now.”

My hands wrap around her thighs. I’ll not be putting her down anytime soon.

“You have no shoes, and I went pretty hard on you tonight. Carrying you is no trouble for me.”

Her wolf ran almost two miles into the woods. Another mile more, and she would have been lost, maybe even in the territory of our pack’s rivals in the south.

“Jake will overreact when he sees us. And the pack, my parents, Goddess, what will they all say?”

I kiss the top of her head. We are almost back home. Her brother will most definitely punch me and end our friendship. As for Mr. and Mrs. Cavanaugh, they’ve always liked me. They wouldn’t deny me the chance of making Winter my future Luna.

Any thoughts about me and Winter are put to a halt when the shrill sound of drums echoes all the way from our pack’s village.

Drums in the pack mean one thing. Death.

“Deacon,” Winter’s voice wobbles.

I kiss her on the lips.

“Everything is going to be okay.”

Nothing turns out to be okay when we reach Winter’s home. I don’t have to be told who died. The truth is in the smell and the dark smoke that hangs in the skies. The truth is in the people from our pack who start to give me and Winter way as soon as we arrive.

The truth is in my father’s eyes as he looks at me and nods his head sideways. The only person who doesn’t see the truth is…

“Winter.”

“Deacon…let me go. I have to go inside. Jake and my parents are worried sick about me.”

There is no house because said house has been burnt to ashes. Jake or her parents would be here somewhere if they were alive, and the acrid smell of flesh wouldn’t reek so much in the air.

“Winter.”

“Jacob said we would…we would get to talk once he came home. I’m home, and I want to see my brother. Mom is waiting for me, too. I have…I have to tell her I got my wolf. I have to tell Mom and Dad I got my wolf. I have to show them! Deacon, let me go!”

“Winter. “

“Why won’t you let me see my family? They are…they are waiting for me! They are worried sick about me, but I’m home. I’m here. I have to go to my family, Deacon.”

“Winter, they are dead. Your family is dead.”