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After Ivy tells me she’ll try to get better, it awakens my cock, and I’m between her legs again, rousing screams and the lusty velvety way she cries my name. My tongue is acquainted with every curve, bump, and fold of her pussy. Her smell has me lapping up her juices, increasing lubrication. It’s enough for my cock to stretch her halfway, because that’s as far as I’ve been going. If I went balls deep, I fear I’d damage her. Covering her with my body, I settle myself inside Ivy, kissing her and latching my teeth onto the curve of her neck. Not hard enough to pierce the skin, but enough to hold her in place. To show my dominance. My slow thrusts have her losing her mind, begging me to go faster, but I want to savor this time. I brush my lower abs against her clit, sparking another release.

Her sweaty hair sticks to the side of her face. She’s kneading the heels of her feet into my ass to help her thrust upward. I’m trying not to hurt her, but she’s not making it easy.

“Mate. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Ivy reaches up, locks her hands behind my neck, and tugs me down to her.

“I trust you. I’ll tell you if it hurts.”

I coddle her close, thrusts driving forward for her muscles to loosen and take me in. My mouth is at the shell of her ear, coaxing her to relax as my cock stretches her further. Her head falls back, swallowing the pressure. I refocus on sucking her neck. The head of my cock hits her cervix, and she gasps.

I immediately stop and thread my fingers through her hair. “No more.”

“I’m fine. I can handle it.”

As my hips pull back, I nibble her bottom lip.

“I don’t want you to handle it. I want you to enjoy it. This isn’t pleasurable for you.”

Her face hardens into a serious expression.

“I’ve dealt with it many times. Let me please you.”

My mouth captures hers, tongue sliding inside to taste my mate, gliding over her teeth, tongue, and then outlining her lips. This has my pelvis moving again, yet not so deep. She’s still going on about how she can take it, until I capture her nipple into my mouth. My incisors poke out, and I bite enough to leave teeth marks. Ivy moans, fingers gripping my hair, so I pump faster. We both hit our high at the same time, riding it as I continue to thrust, still semi-hard. Once I come down, I roll onto my back, bringing Ivy with me so she’s lying on top. Our breathing steadies, and we’re wet with sweat and cum.

Goddess, this is what I’ve waited for. Having Ivy in my arms settles any restlessness I’m facing. I feel invincible with her by my side.

She rests her chin on her folded hands on my chest. I brush wet strands of hair from her face, and we lay, watching each other. Those eyes melt my hard resolve. Her piercings stab into my chest, reminding me to ask her about them.

“Did you pierce your nipples?”

She turns her head, resting her cheek on her hands.

“No. Ben wanted them.”

“Against your will?”

Ivy remains silent, so I turn her head to face me.

“Did he do it without your permission?”

Her eyes dart downward. “Yes.”

I let out a bunch of curses and her eyes are on me as she says.

“His abuse is no secret. It’s just…”

She places her hands on my shoulders to scoot closer to my face.

“I want to forget. Talking about it makes us both upset, and I’d like to avoid it.”

“I’m upset with that piece of shit. You want to forget, and I want to hear it. For some people, they can push their memories aside and live normal lives. I’ve seen some of the women we saved change and grow.”

I cup her face in my hands.

“The nightmares and triggers are proof it won’t work for you and your trauma. It’s a process.”

Tears bubble in those crystal eyes.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t heal. Talk to Ellen and see how it goes.”

I kiss her forehead.

“Would you like to take out those piercings?”

“Yes. They’re reminders of what I’m trying to forget.”

“Then let’s take them out.”

Ivy gives me a huge smile. Each one is a gift.

After we remove Ivy’s nipple piercings, I mind-link Kyle and Tibald, calling a meeting for tomorrow before dinner, and that I’d like everyone to attend. Until it’s announced Ivy and I are together, we decide it’s best she return to the bunkhouse. Well, more like she thinks it’s best. If I had my way, I’d keep her in my house and bed, feeding and worshiping her.

Prior to yesterday, I struggled to keep my distance from Ivy, but after having sex with her, my wolf and I have difficulty concentrating and staying apart. It’s the day of the meeting, so I’m keeping myself busy far away from Ivy. I’ve been working on a couple of cabins, fixing odd things, to have them ready for the Christmas season. My buddy Declan from the FBI will be here with his wife and children, so I’m readying the three-bedroom cabin they normally stay in. I’m fixing a broken shelf, hammering a nail into the holder, when it slips, smashing into my finger. My high tolerance for pain doesn’t register it while my thoughts drift to Ivy’s delicate body underneath mine. Her lips uttering my name.

“Alpha Larc.”

Her hands smoothing across my chest, down my abs…

“Alpha Larc, are you okay?”

I shake my head, look down, and notice my hand is bleeding from smashing it, plus my dick is hard. Amanda is standing behind me.

Walking over to the kitchen to hide my erection, I respond.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a gash.”

Amanda comes over, but I heal the cut before she can take a look at it.

With her hand on her hip, she shakes her head and sighs.

“Should I bring anything to the meeting tonight?”

“No need. I have an announcement, and there are a couple of outstanding issues to discuss. Kyle should have sent out an agenda.”

Several years ago, I fucked Amanda a couple of times. She’s beautiful and has a great body, like most female werewolves, but she isn’t my mate, so I stopped it from going further. Amanda didn’t appreciate it. I’m the Alpha and should lead by example, yet with her chasing after me, it brought things out into the open. She was punished for her behavior by being sent to a neighboring pack to help them out after many fell ill from ingesting wolfsbane, which is poisonous to werewolves. They’re still unsure of how it turned up in their territory.

I return to the shelf, picking up another nail to secure the holder. My shirt rides up, and Amanda’s hand traces over my skin. I’m surprised and pissed, but obviously she’s reading me wrong.

“Don’t be mad. There was a time we had great sex. You haven’t been with anyone, and…”

Her eyes roam over to my dick as she lets out a sigh.

“I’m sure you’re pretty horny.”

She attempts to wrap her arms around my waist, stopping when my eyes narrow and I say.

“Don’t even think about it or I’ll send you to a pack in another country.”

Amanda steps back, folding her arms.

“I promise not to get all crush crazy. I’m older now and can handle a friends with benefits relationship.”

“Not happening. What we did is ancient history.”

She shrugs her one shoulder.

“So, you never think about me?”

“You’re valuable to our pack. A good doctor. Concentrate on your job.”

Her hands wrap around the wood pillar, and she spins as if it’s a pole.

“With all due respect, Alpha Larc, werewolves love fucking. It’s ingrained in our DNA, so it’s unhealthy to refrain from it.”

She stops and looks at me.

“All I’m saying is we have history, and I don’t mind repeating it. This time, I have control over my feelings.”

“I mind, Amanda. Leave it at that. Have you checked the medications in the medical facility?”

She yanks the door open, pouting.

“Yes. We’re fully stocked.”

Without looking at her, I say.

“Then I’ll see you at the meeting.”

An hour before the meeting, I search out Ivy and find her finishing up in the garden center. She’s clad in full winter gear. A tan hat with a white fluff ball on top, a black scarf wrapped several times around her neck, a blue coat, and purple gloves. The mismatched clothes add to her adorability. I’ll have to take her shopping at some point. Walking down the sidewalk, she notices me, stops, and browses the area. I jut my chin toward my house, and she turns to walk in that direction. Once I’m sure no one is close, I swoop in, scoop her up, sneaking into my house for some alone time.

I put her down.

“How was your day, beautiful?”

Ivy takes off her outerwear, running her hands under my sweater; gathering it and pulling it over my head.

“Good, except I missed you.”

Snuggling her close, we move over to the lounge chair by the fire I had started before searching her out and remove her top. Ivy has small breasts and pink nipples. I tweak one between my fingers while she unbuttons and unzips my jeans. She releases the discomfort of my erection, stroking it with her cold hand, which can’t enclose around the width of my dick. Then her warm wet lips kiss the slit on the head, and I’m about to lose it. My fingers brush the hair from her face, gathering it in one hand as I watch her suck my cock. Her mouth can’t get past the head. Ivy spits in her hand for lubrication, keeps trying to lower down, but my girth is too much. She’s pumping hard, face scrunched from irritation, and attempts again.

I take her hand, lift her onto my lap where her jeans rub against my cock, and say.

“It’s fine, Ivy. There’s nothing about me that’s normal in size, so don’t worry.”

She presses her lips together before responding.

“But if I can’t give you oral sex, our sex life will suffer?”

This makes me laugh, and I squeeze her ass cheeks.

“Trust me, I’m sure we’ll find many ways not to let our sex life suffer.”

Kyle mind-links me.

Everyone is gathering in the mess hall. Do you want us to serve anything?

Beverages are fine. We’ll be there shortly.

Who’s we?

I break the mind-link, ignoring the question.

Ivy’s delicate fingers are on my jaw.

“Hey, where did you go?”

“Mind-linking.”

She shifts her head to the side and her brows dip lower.

“Everyone in the pack, aside from the humans, can mind-link. We have conversations in our heads. Sometimes we’re even able to feel someone’s pain if we have a strong bond and they leave their link open.”

She presses her lips together.

“That’s nice. I mean, to be able to keep track of your pack.”

I’m staring at my beautiful Ivy as she retreats into thought, staring out the window, while I listen to the crackling fire. The flames’ shadows dance over her skin.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

Ivy gives a weak shrug and says.

“It’s just too bad we can’t mind-link.”

Her eyes meet mine.

“What else can werewolves do that humans can’t?”

I draw her against my chest, kissing her nose, cheeks, and lips.

“You’re my mate, love. Werewolf or not, you’re all I want.”

“But don’t you think you’ll miss out on things with me being human?”

“Like what? Mind-linking? No. It’s small compared to what I feel for you.”

My heart misses a beat when Ivy snuggles into me. I’d love to stay this way, but we have a meeting to attend. I just hope no one voices their disapproval of Ivy in front of her.