Page 19 of Wedding for My Werewolf (Fairhaven Falls #7)

CHAPTER 19

R obin couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All she could do was feel. Feel the heavy weight of Eric’s body pressing down on her, his knot locking them together, stretching her deliciously. The thick shaft buried deep inside her, filling her completely. His hot seed pulsing into her.

She’d never imagined anything could feel like this. Never imagined that her body could take him, could accept his knot.

“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice hoarse, golden eyes blazing down at her.

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

She was more than all right. She was perfect, floating in a sea of bliss, her body humming with satisfaction.

“Good. You’re mine now.”

“I’m yours,” she agreed, smiling up at him.

His knot was still locked inside her, and they were connected in the most intimate way possible. She couldn’t imagine ever wanting anything else.

“You’re a brave, amazing little bird.”

“You make me brave,” she whispered, and he smiled down at her, his eyes soft.

“We’ll be like this for a few minutes,” he murmured. “Let me know if it gets uncomfortable.”

“Okay.”

“It won’t always be this fast and frantic. Next time, I’ll go slow. Tease you for hours.”

“Hours?”

The thought made her pussy clench, and he groaned.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

He shifted a little, and his cock twitched inside her. A jolt of pleasure shot through her, and she arched up towards him, already hungry for more.

“I’m glad this isn’t next time,” she said breathlessly, “because I can’t imagine waiting for hours.”

“Insatiable little bird.”

His hands tightened on her hips, his smile turning wicked, and he began to thrust, a long, slow glide. Pleasure hummed through her, every stroke fanning the flame burning inside her.

“You are mine now,” he growled again, and she shivered.

“Yes. All yours. Just don’t stop.”

“Never,” he promised.

“Will your knot always be this big?”

“Only when I’m close to coming. It’s nature’s way of ensuring my seed takes hold.”

“And you… enjoy that too?”

“Fuck, yes. The feeling of being inside you, claiming you. It’s the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt.”

His golden eyes held such intensity, such raw emotion, that it made her chest ache.

“I want to give you my mark,” he growled, his thumb brushing across her lower lip. “Make you truly mine.”

The thought of wearing his mark, of belonging to him completely, sent shivers down her spine. But the shadow of her past still loomed over her—pressing against the edges of this perfect moment.

“I want that too,” she whispered, reaching up to cup his face. His stubble scratched against her palm as he leaned into her touch. “But I need to clear my name first. I don’t want our bond to start with lies and shadows hanging over us.”

She saw the flash of disappointment cross his face, his eyes darkening for a moment, and her heart ached. She hated causing him pain, even this small amount. But before she could say anything else, his mouth crashed down on hers.

The kiss stole her breath away. It was fierce, possessive, filled with promise and need. His hands tangled in her hair, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away. The raw passion behind it made her tremble, and she gripped his shoulders to steady herself.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes blazed with determination.

“We’ll wait,” he growled. “But make no mistake—you’re mine, Robin. Bite or no bite.”

The conviction in his voice sent warmth spreading through her chest. She’d spent so long running, so long being nobody to anyone, that his words felt like an anchor in a storm. His certainty wrapped around her like a shield, making her feel protected and cherished in a way she’d never experienced before.

His knot finally eased and he slipped free of her. They both groaned as her pussy clenched, as if trying to hold him inside. She couldn’t help feeling a little sad as he moved off her. She didn’t want to be apart from him, not even for a second.

“Shhh, little bird.”

He curled around her, pulling her against his warm chest, one arm draped across her waist.

“I’ll be right here,” he whispered, nuzzling her cheek.

His breath was warm against her skin, and the heat of his body lulled her. Exhaustion pressed down on her and her eyelids drifted closed. She snuggled back against him, safe and happy.

She woke to an empty bed and the smell of something delicious. She climbed out of bed, wincing a little at the soreness between her legs, and took a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up.

As she walked out into the living room to investigate that tantalizing smell, she noticed that he’d fixed the door while she slept. She found him in the kitchen, a wooden spoon in his hand. He smiled as she walked in, the same smile that lit up his face and made his eyes glow and she smiled back, ridiculously happy. She walked over and leaned against him as he put his arms around her.

“Are you sore?” he asked softly.

“Maybe just a little.”

“Then I cooked the right thing.”

“What is it? It smells delicious.”

“It’s an old family recipe. My grandmother swore it could cure any ailment.”

“What’s in it?”

“I can’t tell you. Then it wouldn’t work.”

He winked at her and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t get enough of his playful side, which only seemed to come out for her.

“Well, I trust you. What can I do to help?”

“Nothing. Just sit down.”

He’d made soup, rich and warming and redolent with spices, warming her all the way down.

“This is amazing,” she said, devouring it hungrily.

“I’m glad you like it. It contains ginger and turmeric, both good for healing.”

“You’re very thoughtful.”

She blushed as his golden eyes gleamed.

“Maybe it’s because I can’t wait for you to heal. I don’t want to keep my hands off you, little bird.”

“Maybe I don’t want you too.”

He started to lean towards her, then sighed and sat back.

“We need to give you time to recover.”

She gave him a playful pout, and he grinned and changed the subject.

“I do have some good news. I checked and whatever Kendrick might have threatened, he never reported you. There aren’t any outstanding arrest warrants for you.”

Her stomach churned.

“You did what?”

“I had to make sure you were safe?—”

“You investigated me? Behind my back?”

“Robin—”

“I trusted you,” she said, her voice trembling. After everything they’d shared, he’d gone digging into her past without even asking. “I told you what happened. Wasn’t that enough?”

“I was just trying to protect you.”

“By sneaking around? By checking up on me like I’m some kind of criminal?”

The flash of guilt on his face only made it worse.

“I—”

“I needed you to trust me.”

“I do trust you.”

“No, you don’t. If you did, you would have asked me first.” The hurt in her chest twisted into anger. “You would have talked to me instead of going behind my back.”

She pushed the chair back, legs scraping against the floor.

“I’m going for a walk. Alone.”

She couldn’t look at him, couldn’t bear to see the concern in his eyes that only made the betrayal sting worse. He followed her out on the porch after she grabbed her coat. He started to say something, then sighed and raised his head, nostrils flaring. After a long moment, his shoulders relaxed slightly.

“I don’t smell any danger.” He stepped aside, though she could see the tension in his jaw. “Be careful.”

She gave him a stiff nod and descended the porch steps. The frozen ground crunched beneath her feet as she headed toward the tree line. Each step put more distance between them, but did nothing to ease the ache in her chest. The icy air stole her breath, the cold a welcome distraction from the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

The forest surrounded her with silence, bare branches stretching overhead like skeletal fingers. The snow muffled her footsteps, adding to the quiet. Her breath puffed out in white clouds as she walked deeper into the woods.

How could he have done that? Even if it made sense for him to check, why hadn’t he asked her first? Because he didn’t trust her? The betrayal stung worse than the cold air against her cheeks.

A sharp crack suddenly pierced the silence, and she whirled around, her heart slamming against her ribs. A massive figure lurked beneath the trees—but it wasn’t Rick. An orc stood half-hidden behind a bush, his tusks gleaming in the filtered sunlight.

Her heart rate spiked again, but then she remembered what she’d once said to Eric about outer appearances not matching what was inside.

“Hello?” she said cautiously.

For a moment she thought the orc wasn’t going to answer her, but then he came towards her. He towered over her, his huge body making her feel small and vulnerable. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but she wasn’t that person any more.

Dark eyes studied her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. Despite his intimidating presence, she detected no malice in his gaze—only a deep, knowing look that unsettled her more than any threat could have.

“You look lost,” he rumbled, his voice as deep as thunder.

“I’m fine,” she snapped, then winced at how defensive she sounded.

A soft snort escaped him as he crossed thick arms over a broad chest.

“Doesn’t look like it. Running never fixes anything, you know.”

The words hit too close to home, and anger flared in her chest.

“What do you know about it?”

“I know what it’s like to run away. To hide,” he said simply, and the understanding in his voice caught her off guard.

“You don’t know why I ran.”

Dark eyes studied her again.

“Because of something you did? Or something you didn’t do?”

“Something I didn’t do.”

“Then clear your name. Don’t live in fear. It’s no way to exist.”

She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly aware of the biting cold.

“Do you know how to get back?” he asked gruffly.

When she nodded, he turned and disappeared back into the woods without another word. Did he live out here? Was he hiding too?

But he was right. She didn’t want to hide any more. Taking a deep breath, she turned back towards the cabin, following her own tracks until she spotted the smoke coming from the chimney. Time to set things right.