Page 21 of The Wolf’s Bullied Mate (Moondust Hollow Wolves #2)

Oliver kissed me gently, making me feel treasured.

As he went on, his kisses became firmer, more heated, until I opened my mouth, inviting him inside.

We deepened the kiss, but even as passionate as the experience was, it somehow felt different than the first time we had kissed.

We were less hurried, less desperate, and more certain that we had each other and all the time we could ever need to explore what was between us.

When we broke apart, gasping for air, I felt a bulge pressing against my ass. I was still sitting in Oliver’s lap, and it was clearly undeniable that our makeout session had affected him deeply. Lust flared within me as well. I wanted him closer to me, as close as possible.

“Oliver,” I whispered.

“Yes, Pauline?” He asked me, his lips trailing the rim of my ear which had to be bright red by now.

“I…” I swallowed, gathering courage. “I want you.”

He froze for a moment underneath me, and then his lips kissed my ear. “Are you sure?” he asked, always considerate of me and seeking my explicit consent.

I nodded, then I remembered what he’d said to me last time. ‘Use your words; I need to hear it,’ he had told me in his alpha tone. Mindful of his wishes, I spoke up. “Yes, I’m sure. Let’s go to your bedroom.”

Oliver chuckled. “Your wish is my command.”

He took me in his arms and carried me upstairs like I weighed nothing. I laughed as he climbed the stairs. He gave me a surprised look, eyebrows arched.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“This time, the stairs aren’t scaring you?” I joked.

“It’s not that they scared me last time…” He started, but when I laughed, he stopped explaining himself. He shook his head, giving me an amused look.

“Just wait. You’ll make it up to me for cracking that joke very soon,” he said.

Heat flared between my legs, wetness pooling. I wanted to know what he had in store for me. I wanted to take any punishment Oliver would give me in bed.

When we entered his room, Oliver sat me down on his bed gently.

He closed the door behind us, and I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled the garment over my head and off of my body.

Next, I kicked off my shoes and slid my jeans down my legs.

Oliver watched me undress. I felt hot, desired.

I stopped when only my underwear was left.

“Take your bra and panties off as well,” Oliver commanded me in his alpha tone.

My breath hitched, but I obeyed his command.

Oliver undressed too now, quickly ridding his own body of clothing. Finally, we stood in front of each other, naked. I was embarrassed, but I didn’t try to hide myself.

I observed the hard plains of Oliver’s chest, my gaze sliding all the way down to his muscular thighs and his erect cock. How had I taken him before? He was so big—bigger than any man I’d ever had before.

I licked my lips, only realizing I was making the lewd gesture after the motion was already done.

Oliver’s eyes got dark. He moved past me, sitting down on the bed, then took my hand and pulled me toward him.

“Get on your knees,” he said in his alpha voice, growly and full of lust.

The wolf in me rejoiced at being commanded this way, and I had to admit the woman loved it, too. Oliver was handsome when he smiled, very attractive when he was kind, but absolutely seductive when he was dominating in bed—a side of him that I liked a lot.

I got on my knees in front of him, my legs sinking into the comfy rug extending from underneath the bed. His cock was level with my face. I already knew what he wanted, even without him telling me what to do next.

Still, I waited for the command, just because I enjoyed hearing him giving me orders.

“Take me in your mouth and suck me,” he said.

I leaned down and took just the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking at it experimentally.

The taste was manly, and I ingrained it in my mind as Oliver’s personal taste.

I took more of him in my mouth and sucked deeply while I grabbed the rest of him with both of my hands, moving them up and down.

As I worked him, I watched Oliver’s face. His features became strained, and his normally light blue eyes darkened considerably. I’d never enjoyed giving head to my ex—it had felt like a duty I had to perform—but seeing how Oliver reacted to my touch made me love doing the act.

I sucked him and pumped him with my hands, until he suddenly took me by the arms and pushed me away gently. I gave him a questioning look.

“Get on your hands and knees on the bed,” Oliver commanded. “I’m close, but I want to come inside you.”

I nodded and climbed onto the bed, taking the position he wanted from me. The bed dipped as Oliver kneeled behind me, grabbing my hips in his strong hands. I felt his fingers move between my folds.

He growled. “You’re wet from sucking me off.” His voice was full of approval, which made me feel less embarrassed. Instead, pride bloomed in my heart.

“You’re ready for me,” he said.

I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance. He slid it up and down my opening, gathering the wetness. Then, without warning, he pushed into me with a single trust.

I moaned out loudly before suddenly remembering that my child was sleeping in the other room. I laid my head down, hiding it in a pillow. I couldn’t stop my moans, not when Oliver was thrusting into me with his fierce, claiming movements. At least the pillow muffled my sounds of pleasure.

Oliver fucked me like he was staking a claim to me, and I felt the wolf inside me dance around happily.

Through the haze of lovemaking, I became aware of the possibility that Oliver was my fated mate.

When I saw the faint golden thread shimmer into existence between our hearts, I knew I was right.

It would take a few more times of us sleeping together before it fully bound us, but…

Oliver was my mate. The thought made me so happy, that I melted underneath him.

Then the orgasm came, as hard as the previous times we’d had sex, and I let the wave of ecstasy sweep me away. Oliver continued thrusting into me, prolonging my orgasm, before he came too.

We spent the rest of the night having sex. We weren’t in any hurry, we just wanted to spend hours learning each other’s needs. It was the most passionate night I’d ever had in my life, and I loved every second of being intertwined with Oliver.

***

One evening later that week, Oliver rushed out of the house. He only told me that the alpha and Caden had summoned him to help out with some pack emergency.

I spent the evening listening to an audiobook, and knitting—or such were my plans, because around 7 pm, my phone rang. Expecting a call from Cherry, I took out the phone from my pocket with a smile. My expression dropped quickly when I saw the caller ID.

Mother.

I hesitated, but years of having to pick up the phone immediately whenever she called started to get the better of me. She would belittle me for being slow if I delayed longer than two rings.

Yet, Mother had no power over me here, right?

She was in another pack entirely, two hours away by car.

I wasn’t a member of Lone Bite anymore; I was a Moondust Hollow wolf.

I was legally married to Oliver, which made my son and I members of the Norton family now.

Both alphas had approved of me switching packs.

There was nothing Mother could do to hurt me anymore.

The thought was liberating.

With a smile, I declined the call.

My peace was short-lived, though, because she called me again a moment later. I declined again, but the phone rang again. Again and again. She was relentless.

I began to think that maybe something bad had happened.

Maybe Dad was sick—or worse, had gotten injured in a skirmish with another pack.

Considering how they had treated me, I shouldn’t care about their health or well-being, but I had been raised by them, and respect for my parents was ingrained in my bones. Guilt ate at me.

I finally answered her call.

“Why were you not picking up?!” Mother’s screeching voice greeted me through the phone.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I had to get through this conversation. I just needed to find out whether or not anything terrible had happened to my parents, and once I had assurance that they were both in good health, I would hang up.

“You worthless daughter! How could you abandon us without a word,” Mother yelled at me.

I gritted my teeth. “You were informed by the alpha of my transfer to Moondust Hollow.”

“Yes, but you should have told us yourself. We would have stopped you then from doing something so foolish. I know nobody wants you in our pack, but resorting to an arranged marriage is still…” She continued ranting.

“My husband is the beta of Moondust Hollow,” I couldn’t stop gloating at Oliver’s status.

Mom fell silent for a moment.

“What did you do to get such a man to take interest in you?” She screeched again.

I didn’t know what to say.

“You’re pregnant again, aren’t you? You caught the man on a child. You couldn’t manage to pull off such a scheme with Jeffrey, but that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t try again,” she continued.

Why was I still listening to her abuse?

“What do you want, Mother?” I said in a cold tone.

“That’s no way to speak to your mother!”

“No, really, Mom, what’s going on that made you decide to call me three weeks after I’ve already moved out of the pack,” I said.

“I assumed you would have thought better of your actions and returned by now. Your father and I decided to give you time to realize your mistake and come crawling home, but enough is enough. When will you finally realize you have no place in Moondust Hollow and return?”

I sighed. “I won’t come back, Mother,” the words felt liberating.

“So you’re going to prevent us from seeing our grandson grow up?” She screeched again.

Anger rose in my heart. “You never cared about Ray when we lived with you, but you’re telling me you suddenly changed your mind now? It’s too late.”

The was shuffling on the line, as if someone had taken the phone away from Mother. Father’s voice came on soon after. “You must return to Lone Bite immediately,” his words were serious and cold.

They gave me pause. “Why?” I needed to entertain his demands to find out what was happening here.

“There will be consequences if you don’t return,” Father said.

I still didn’t understand what he meant. “I’m legally part of the Moondust Hollow pack now, Dad. What do you mean I must return?”

“We don’t respect the agreement made between the alpha of Moondust Hollow and the whole Twin Tails Agency, or whatever it’s called,” Father said. “To me, it seems like Moondust Hollow has stolen a member of Lone Bite. That kind of act can’t stand.”

His voice was frosty. A chill went down my spine.

“It can’t stand—what does that mean? What will happen?” I had to ask.

“Should you not return, you will soon find out,” was all he replied.

I waited for him to say more. When he didn’t, I chuckled. “All my life, you’ve told me I’ve amounted to nothing, and now, when I decided to leave, you suddenly care about my whereabouts and my pack? Lone Bite never wanted me as a member of the community.”

“Moondust Hollow will find out what kind of person you are, too, and the same rejection will happen to you,” he said.

I laughed. “Heck no, that’s not going to happen.”

With those final words, I decided it was time to end the call. I took the phone away from my ear, hearing Father still speaking but not caring to listen anymore. I hung up and found their number in my contacts. I tapped the screen.

Blocked.

Finally, preventing them from contacting me was freeing. I had officially cut them off. I’d done it.

I was free of my parents' influence. They would never abuse me ever again.