Page 101 of Wild Games
"It's my job." I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt.
But because I can feel his emotions, I understand what he really means—not control, not limiting me, just the ache of missing me made physical. His wolf's way of saying three days felt like three years.
"Don't care." He shifts his angle, hitting that perfect spot that makes me see stars. "Mine. Here. Always. Say it."
"Yours." I agree, because in this moment, it's the only truth that matters.
He'd never actually stop me from working, we both know that. Would never stand in the way of my career or try to cage me.
If I told him tomorrow that I needed to leave for a month, he'd kiss me goodbye, tell me to be safe, and to come back to him. But right now, in this moment, he needs me to know how much my absence affected him. Needs to reclaim what the distance took.
One hand leaves my hip to brace the table, giving him better leverage to drive deeper. The other slides between us, thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy, circling in time with his thrusts.
"That's it," he encourages as I tighten around him. "Come for me. Show me how much you missed this. Missed me. Missed us."
The dual stimulation combines with his words, with the feeling of being surrounded by him, claimed by him.
I come again, harder this time, his name literally torn from my lips.
He follows immediately, face buried in my neck, breathing in my scent as he comes deep inside me. I feel him pulsing, feel the satisfaction that floods through our bond, as he marks me internally.
We stay like that for a long moment, catching our breath. Him, still inside me, my legs wrapped around his waist, usholding each other in our kitchen, like we're newly mated instead of established. Like three days was three months.
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, painting golden stripes across his shoulders.
Somewhere outside, normal pack life continues. Wolves head home from work, prepare dinner, living their peaceful lives. But here, in our cabin, it's just us reconnecting, the bond humming with satisfaction and completeness.
My fingers card through his sweat-damp hair, and he makes a sound almost like a purr. Through the bond, I’m warmed by his contentment, the desperate edge finally gentled.
His wolf has settled now that I'm back where he can touch me.
Finally, he lifts his head. His hair is wild, sticking up where I've gripped it, eyes still dark with satisfaction, looking thoroughly debauched.
But there's something soft in his expression now, almost vulnerable. My dangerous wolf, brought to his knees by three days' separation.
"Hi," he says casually, as if he didn't just fuck me senseless on our dining table.
I just burst out laughing.
EPILOGUE
JAX
The pack meeting room is fuller than I've ever seen it. Three months ago, maybe twenty wolves would show up, most of them, keeping to the edges, ready to bolt. Tonight, nearly sixty pack members fill the space, and some actually sit in the middle rows.
I lean against the wall near the door, positioned where I can watch everything.
Camille sits with the other senior pack members at the front, supporting me, and while she’s not staring right at me, her awareness is there. A warm pulse of contentment mixes with lingering satisfaction from earlier.
Kain stands at the front, relaxed but authoritative. No podium, no elevated platform. Just an alpha speaking to his pack like equals.
"First, let’s welcome back the Morrison family," he says, nodding to a group near the windows. "It's good to have you home."
The returning family shifts nervously, still uncertain of their reception, but several pack members turn to smile at them, genuine warmth in their gestures.
"That makes six families returned so far," Kain continues. "With more reaching out every week."
"Where are we going to put them all?" someone calls from the back. "They left. Now they’re back looking for houses and jobs?"