Page 22 of Wedding for My Werewolf (Fairhaven Falls #7)

CHAPTER 22

E ric’s wolf surged to the surface as Kendrick’s face contorted with rage, his carefully constructed facade crumbling. The acrid scent of desperation and fury rolled off the man in waves as he glared at Robin.

“I’m going to make you pay?—”

His vision tinged red, his muscles tensing as his wolf pushed against his control. No one threatened his mate. A deep growl rumbled from his chest as he took a step forward, but Robin’s gentle hand on his arm kept him from doing something he might regret.

Garrick came to his side again, his stone-like form imposing as he crossed his massive arms. The rest of the Pack shifted closer, creating a wall of supernatural strength and barely contained aggression.

Martin’s eyes darted between them, the blood draining from his face as he finally seemed to grasp his situation. Still, his ego wouldn’t let him back down.

“This isn’t over,” he spat, though his voice wavered.

“It is for you.” The alpha power in Callan’s voice carried absolute authority. He gave a slight nod, and two of his most intimidating Pack members—both well over six feet tall and built like linebackers—stepped forward to flank Martin.

He felt a savage satisfaction as Martin’s attempt at bravado finally crumbled. The man who had caused his mate so much pain now looked small and pathetic, surrounded by beings who could tear him apart without breaking a sweat. He watched as his pack members escorted Martin away, his wolf still bristling beneath his skin.

But then his mate turned to him, her eyes bright with unshed tears, and his focus immediately shifted. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest, her familiar scent helping to calm his wolf.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, running a hand down her back.

She trembled slightly in his embrace, but her voice was steady.

“I am now.” She pressed her face into his shirt, her arms tight around his waist. “I can’t believe it’s over.”

His wolf preened at how naturally she sought comfort in his arms. He was holding her close, savoring her warmth against him, when his enhanced hearing picked up voices at the edge of the square. He tensed as he recognized Callan’s low growl and Lila’s sharp tone.

“You told the bounty hunter where to find her,” Callan growled.

His wolf surged with rage, and he tightened his grip on his mate. Lila had put her in danger because of her petty jealousy. His first instinct was to confront her himself, but he forced himself to stay put. Callan was handling it, and Robin needed him more.

“She doesn’t belong here.” Lila’s voice dripped with disdain. “She’s just a human?—”

“She belongs if Eric says she belongs.” Callan’s tone held the full weight of his power as Alpha. “And if you can’t accept that, you’re the one who doesn’t belong in this pack.”

His wolf settled at Callan’s words, satisfied that justice would be served. He’d been right to trust the Alpha with this. He bent down and pressed a kiss to Robin’s temple.

“Let’s go home, little bird.”

She nodded and they walked back to the cabin in comfortable silence, his arm around her waist. The forest welcomed them with its familiar symphony of rustling leaves and distant owl calls. His wolf felt settled in a way it never had before, content with both his mate and his Pack.

They walked into the cabin and she turned to look up at him. Something in that amber gaze made his heart start to pound.

“I’m ready,” she said quietly.

“Ready for what?”

“Ready for everything.” She tilted her head, exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck. “I want your mark. I want you. I love you, Eric.”

The last bit of tension drained out of him. Her scent filled the room, rich with a sweetness that spoke of her desire and affection. Her love. She trusted him enough to offer herself. His wolf howled in triumph and his heart felt full to bursting.

“I love you, Robin. You’re my heart, my everything.”

He swept her up and carried her to the bedroom, their bedroom, where she belonged. He stripped her bare, his cock throbbing at the sight of her pale skin and slender curves, her nipples hard and pink, the red curls between her thighs already glistening.

“Hands and knees,” he growled and she gave him a confused look.

Take it slow , he reminded himself, and positioned her on the bed. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her cheeks pink with embarrassment, and the sight of her naked ass pushed his wolf into a frenzy, urging him to mount her. To sink deep inside her and make her his forever.

Instead, he knelt behind her, stroking his hands up and down her sides. The position displayed her wet, pink sex perfectly. So wet, so tempting.

“I’m going to taste you,” he growled.

“Oh god, yes.”

She pushed back towards him, and he had to grip her hips and hold her steady. He nipped her right cheek, soothing the slight sting with his tongue, then placed a gentle kiss on the opposite side. She wiggled, but didn’t try to pull away, so he moved to the sensitive spot where her thigh met her hip. Another kiss, then another, trailing ever closer.

“Oh,” she gasped, arching her back as he ran his tongue between her slick folds, tasting her, savoring her. Her arousal was heavy in the air, and his cock strained against his pants, but he ignored his own needs, focusing on hers.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Your mouth.”

Her breathless words were music to his ears. He licked along her slit, flicking his tongue over her swollen clit. The sweet sounds coming from her only encouraged him, and he slipped his tongue inside her, fucking her with it until she cried out.

She tasted like heaven, and his wolf purred in contentment. His little bird, spread open and wet, just for him.

“Please,” she gasped again, pushing back against him, her thighs trembling.

He gripped her hips tighter, keeping her steady, and closed his lips around her clit, sucking lightly. She cried out and he knew she was close.

“Come for me, little bird,” he growled against her, and she did. Her thighs quivered and her pussy clenched around his tongue as he drank in her climax.

“Yes, yes,” she gasped.

He kept his mouth on her until her moans of pleasure softened into sighs. Then he stood, quickly stripping off his clothes.

“Mine,” he growled, unable to wait a second longer.

“Yours,” she echoed.

His cock was hard and aching, but he was still careful as he pushed inside her. She was so tight and wet, and she cried out again, the sound strained. He forced himself to keep moving slowly until he was buried deep inside her, his body draped over hers.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he gritted out, his voice barely recognizable, even to himself.

She whimpered, and he stroked a hand down her back.

“Relax, little bird. Let me in.”

He held her gently as she relaxed around him. Then he began to move, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back inside. She moaned, a soft sound of pure pleasure. His hips snapped forward again and she gasped.

“You feel so good,” he growled.

“Harder,” she begged, pushing back against him. “I want it harder.”

His wolf howled at her surrender. He wrapped his hand around her hip, holding her steady as he began to fuck her harder. She whimpered and writhed, but not in pain.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take me.”

“Oh, God. Eric…”

“I love you,” he said. “My beautiful, brave little bird.”

Her muscles clenched around him and he knew she was close. The pressure of his own orgasm was building, his balls tightening, but he held back. Not yet.

He bent closer, scraping his fangs across the sensitive curve of her neck, and she shivered.

“Do you want my mark, Robin?”

“Yes, please.”

He bit down and she came with a long, wailing cry, her cunt clasping him so tightly he could barely move. His self-control shattered and he came in long liquid pulses as his knot swelled, tying them together. The bond snapped into place between them—an unbreakable connection that made him feel whole in a way he’d never experienced before. She was his, and he was hers, forever.

He was still catching his breath, his face pressed against her shoulder, when her stomach growled. He huffed out a laugh.

“Hungry, little bird?”

“Mmm. I could eat.” She squirmed a little and his cock immediately started to stiffen inside her, causing her to gasp. “Or maybe not. That’s…”

“That’s just the beginning,” he murmured, lapping at the already healing mating bite.

She shivered, her walls clenching around his cock. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“No joke.”

“How long does it last?”

“A while.”

“And what happens after that?”

“After that?” He slid his hands down her body, and found the swollen little nub of her clit, stroking it gently. “After that I get to knot you again and again.”

“I’m not going to be able to walk,” she protested, but she was already rocking against his hand, her tight little channel massaging his embedded shaft.

“Maybe.” He scraped his fangs across the mating mark. “But it will be worth it.”

“It will be.”

She grinned over her shoulder at him, radiant in the moonlight, his gorgeous, brave little bird, and he vowed to spend the rest of his life making her happy.