Page 25 of The Wolf’s Bullied Mate (Moondust Hollow Wolves #2)

Oliver hadn’t been home much the past week.

He was busy helping out the people who had moved from Lone Bite to Moondust Hollow.

I spent my evenings playing with Ray, sipping tea, and crocheting while chatting with Cherry.

Meanwhile, during the day, I worked at The Warm Smile.

My life was normal and peaceful, and I felt truly and genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.

One day, I asked Oliver to take the evening off. He agreed, saying he needed some rest from all the excitement. I decided to prepare steak with mashed potatoes, which was a favorite of the both of us.

When Oliver arrived home, the steak sat on the table, warm and ready to eat. I had arranged for Cherry to take care of Ray for the night. Was I hoping for more than a pleasant conversation over dinner? I would have been lying if I’d said otherwise.

Oliver smiled at me and kissed me on the lips, with a featherlight brush. We sat down to dinner, and I asked him about his work.

“Many of the people from Lone Bite need psychological support,” he said.

“I’m not a therapist, but I’ve been helping our professionals as much as possible by lending an ear to those with less severe issues who just need to talk.

There are simply not enough specialists to cover all of our needs.

We requested for more to be transferred to us from other packs, but so far, only two have arrived. ”

“It’s not easy to attract therapists?” I gave him a curious look.

“It’s not, especially since some of the packs from our state look at us unfavorably now for annexing Lone Bite,” he sighed.

“That doesn’t sound good,” I said.

“Don’t worry, Pauline. It’s more of a problem for Ryder to handle.

He’s an excellent diplomat and a strong fighter, you know.

He’ll be able to regain the respect of the other packs,” Oliver smiled, though it faltered as he added, “It really pains me to see the extent of abuse that happened in your old pack.”

“It was ugly indeed,” I agreed.

“I want to help all those people, but some of them will take years to recover,” he sighed again.

“You can’t help everyone, though, Oliver,” I said firmly. “Not at the cost of your own health. You should rest from time to time.”

“I’m resting now,” he chuckled.

“Only because I invited you to dinner,” I said.

“You should do it more often then,” he winked at me. “Every time you wish me to be around, I’ll come running.”

“I may take you up on that offer,” I laughed.

“Tonight may not be the perfect time to address the matter, considering how tired I am, but I don’t want to postpone it any longer.” Suddenly, Oliver grew serious. “We’ve got something to discuss, don’t you think, Pauline?”

I had an inkling of what he meant, but I still played innocent. “Like what?”

“You saw the faint golden bond between us when we last got intimate with each other,” he gestured between us.

My heartbeat quickened, excitement bubbling in my soul. My wolf moved her ears and stood on full alert.

“We’re fated mates,” Oliver smiled softly. “I’m sorry that I didn’t realize the truth sooner.”

“Why are you apologizing? I didn’t realize either,” I shook my head. “But the amount of time we needed to find each other changes nothing about how I feel about you.” I took a deep breath. “I love you, Oliver, more than anyone in the world—well, except my son.”

“Well, I’d like Ray to be our son, if you’d allow it,” Oliver said.

“I would be overjoyed if you wanted to be his father,” I beamed.

“And I love you too. I’m sorry that I caused you pain in the past,” he sighed.

“It wasn’t intentional, I know that now,” I nodded.

“So you’re not still mad at me then?” He asked, giving me a pleading look.

I laughed, crossing my arms. “A little.”

“What can I do to make you forgive me?” He got up from his seat and made a dramatic bow in front of me.

I stood up, too, and walked up to Oliver. I took his hand and led him upstairs. “There’s a few things I can think of for starters.”

This time, when we hit his bedroom—our bedroom now—we immediately ripped off each other’s clothes.

We couldn’t get each other naked quickly enough.

I pulled at OIiver’s shirt so hard that a button came loose and went flying.

He chuckled and pushed me down onto the bed gently.

Then he grabbed my legs and shifted me toward the edge of the bed.

Oliver kneeled in front of me, his face in front of my pussy. He gave me a hooded, hungry look. “Today’s my turn,” he said.

I swallowed hard, anticipating what was about to happen.

I didn’t have to wait long. Oliver lowered his head and licked at my pussy folds. He put a finger inside me, pumping in and out while he sucked at my clit.

I moaned his name.

“Yes, like that,” he said in his alpha tone. “Know who’s bringing you pleasure.”

“Oliver,” I moaned again.

He put another finger inside me, thrusting them both in and out. I moved my hips, riding his fingers and his face while I moaned desperately, wanting more and more. Finally, I came. Oliver continued to lick at me as if he wanted to lick me clean of my juices.

When he looked up at me again, his eyes were so full of lust and love; the sight made my heart melt.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” I said softly back to him.

He stood up and positioned himself between my legs. He pushed himself inside me, first with a shallow thrust, then with deeper and deeper thrusts until he was completely sheathed inside of me. He gave me a moment to adjust to his size.

“You’re mine, Pauline,” he said.

“I’m yours,” I whispered.

He thrust inside me again and again, fucking me slowly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and matched his rhythm with the bucking of my hips.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

“Faster,” I moaned. “Harder, Oliver.”

A growl escaped his lips, and he started moving more frantically. He adjusted the direction slightly, hitting my G-spot. I came again, almost seeing stars. The bond between us felt more material.

I reached out to him with my mind and heart, and—just as Oliver came too—I tugged on the bond. An answering tug came from him, and the bond snapped into place, making the both of us come again, harder than ever.

“ You’re mine now ,” I heard his voice.

“ And you’re mine ,” I answered.

We both laughed happily, knowing that we could now hear each other’s thoughts and feel each other’s emotions through the bond. Our wolves jumped happily in our souls.

We were mates, and we had finally found each other.

Oliver rolled off of me and sat up on the bed. He then picked me up like I weighed nothing and sat me down on his lap.

“Another round,” he groaned.

“Already?” I raised my eyebrows.

He deposited me more firmly on his erection—his dick was rock-hard again.

“Ride me,” he said in his alpha tone.

I couldn’t disobey him when he talked to me that way. I didn’t want to. I smiled and pushed myself down on him. Then I found a rhythm moving up and down on his length while moaning his name.

Oliver grabbed my hips and increased the pace, hitting my G-spot harder with each thrust.

In no time, I fell apart again, looking into Oliver’s eyes. I saw so much love and adoration in them—I wanted to forever bask in the sun of his gaze.

Oliver was my mate: mine, mine, mine. I would never let him go. We would always be together from now on, loving each other, forming a family. We would grow old together, and nothing could ever break us apart.

I had found in him what I had been looking for all my days—peace and serenity. He was my protector, my husband, and the love of my life.