Page 67 of Wulf’s Pack

Chapter

Thirty-Four

T he tension between us calms on the drive to the hotel, and by the time we get to our room, some of the awkwardness seeps back in.

Parker booked us one of the presidential suites.

The hotel is one of the nicest in the city, so I’m sure one of the fanciest rooms is going to be insanely posh.

What I’m not expecting when we enter the suite is all the flameless candles, rose petals, and soft music playing.

There’s a bottle of champagne on ice, and an in-room jacuzzi ready for use.

“Oh, wow,” Skylar says with awe.

I chuckle. “I wouldn’t have pegged Isabella for such a romantic.”

Skylar grins and shakes her head. “This has Audrey, Tally, and Ashlyn all over it.”

My heart warms at that. The two teenaged coyotes took to my fierce little wolf almost immediately. They’ve done so much to bring Audrey out of her shell. She might be the most traumatized member of our pack, but she’ll heal. She’s already starting to.

I shake the thoughts of my pack aside. As much as I love them, they don’t need to be here in this room with me right now. This moment is for Skylar and me only.

Not wanting to just jump her, I reach for the bottle of champagne. “Drink?”

Apparently, I’m the only one feeling the need to be polite. Skylar takes the bottle from me and sets it back in its bucket of ice. “We can have champagne later. I want something else right now.”

I raise a brow, and, at my surprised look, Skylar’s confidence evaporates. She glances down, and her cheeks turn pink. I lift her chin until her eyes meet mine. My voice is deep and thick when I ask, “What do you want, little mate?”

She’s still blushing, but she gathers her courage and holds my gaze. She wets her lips, and her next words are shy but sure. “I want you, Wulf. I want to complete the bond, and then I want you to make love to me.”

I don’t know what to say. Skylar has effectively scrambled my brain.

My silence makes her squirm. She bites her lip, and her blush deepens, but she never breaks her stare.

“We know what we are to one another. We’ve already accepted it.

Our wolves are restless, and…” She takes a steadying breath.

“I want this. You. I’ve dreamed of having a mate—a real mate that I can love and trust and be happy with. ”

Her eyes gloss over, and she holds her breath. She laces our fingers together. “You’re more than I ever could have asked for,” she murmurs, voice thick with emotion. “I want to be your mate. I want you to be mine.”

Heat burns through me. My wolf howls in my mind. He wants to be claimed by our mate more than anything. He wants her to be as possessive of us as we are with her. He wants to be owned by her.

I move quickly, practically diving into a deep kiss as I scoop her into my arms and carry her to bed. I lay her down gently, then climb on top of her. She submits to me when I settle my weight against hers, yet she meets my actions halfway, arching into me and returning my kiss with equal passion.

She slides her hands around my waist and tucks them beneath my shirt, brushing her fingers up my back.

Her delicate touch sets me on fire. I pull back long enough to rip my shirt over my head, and then I’m right back to it.

I press us together, plunging my tongue into her mouth, needing to taste her. To consume her.

My hands slip beneath her shirt, and I lightly grip her ribs, only just stopping myself from touching her chest. Breaking our kiss, I look down at her and silently seek permission to take this further.

She bites her lower lip as she nods, so I slowly, gently remove her shirt and bra.

She lies still, nervous and vulnerable, while I take in the sight of her.

The breath leaves my lungs. I’ve been with countless women over the years, but the sight of my mate instantly replaces every memory I have of any previous lover.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I rasp.

She blesses me with the smallest smile. It’s shy, but pleased, and there’s just enough happiness in her eyes to dissolve any lingering hesitancy on my part.

I dip my head down and explore her perfect chest with my mouth.

She gasps and digs her hands into my hair.

When I give her a gentle nip, she lets out a surprised cry of pleasure, and I take her mouth again.

The intensity of this kiss is unlike any I’ve ever experienced. I ache for her.

I break the kiss and move my lips to her jaw, kissing a trail to her ear.

I breathe deeply, and relish her sweet honeysuckle scent.

When I drag my tongue down her delicate neck, she shivers, and I release a low growl.

My body throbs with the need to claim her.

My wolf pushes forward, and my teeth scrape her skin where her neck meets her shoulder.

She leans into me, and her wolf rises to meet mine.

“Are you sure?” I ask, though I’m so consumed by need I’m not sure how I get the words out.

There’s no hesitation in her response. “Yes,” she gasps. “Bite me. Claim me. Make me yours, Wulf.”

My wolf takes over, and I sink my teeth into her flesh. She cries out again, arching her back off the bed and pressing my head to her shoulder, holding me firmly against her while our souls fuse together.

Magic washes over me, immersing me in warm tingles.

It courses through me, overwhelming my senses.

My wolf howls in my head with the need to complete the bond.

He reaches for Skylar’s wolf, frantic and begging.

I’m nearly out of my mind. And then a small pinch breaks through my scattered thoughts.

A stinging pain in my shoulder where my precious mate has laid her claim on me quickly turns to unbelievable pleasure.

I let out a groan and shudder so violently that I nearly collapse on top of her.

The magic of the bond swells around us. My heart nearly bursts from my chest as it speeds up.

And then I feel her. The thump , thump , thump of my heart slows to match hers, and our spirits reach out for one another, twining themselves together until I can no longer tell them apart.

Her feelings flood mine—joy and peace like I’ve never experienced.

And lust. So much lust. Skylar is as desperate for me as I am for her.

We share another scorching kiss, and then we’re lost in a frenzy of kisses and touches. “Please,” she begs on a breathy moan that sends white-hot desire straight to my groin.

“Please what, baby? What do you need? I’ll give you anything.”

“I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”

I let out a growl and start to shake, my wolf riding me hard to claim her body the way we’ve just claimed her soul.

I pull back and look into her eyes. They glow with the presence of her wolf.

I quickly strip us out of our clothes. My wolf balks when I find a condom, but I shut that train of thought down immediately.

Skylar will carry my pups one day, but I want her to myself for a good, long while first.

I settle myself over her again, fighting the urge to take her hard and fast. I want nothing more, but this is Skylar’s first time.

She needs gentle, and she deserves loving.

Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I claim her lips in a soft kiss and explore her naked body with slow, teasing touches.

I press my lips to the crook of her neck, kissing the bite that has already faded to a soft, pink scar. Skylar squirms beneath me. “Wulf.”

It almost sounds like a complaint.

I grin against her skin and start trailing kisses down her chest. “Relax, baby. It’s your first time. Let me make it good for you.”

She wriggles some more. “It’s already good for me.”

I flash her a wicked grin. “It’s about to get better.”

Ignoring her huff of impatience, I work my way down her body, kissing and tasting every inch until I reach a spot that has her forgetting her own name.

I quickly work her back into a lustful frenzy and feast on her until she’s panting and writhing beneath me.

She buries her hands in my hair and tries to tug my face back to hers. “Wulf, please. I can’t wait anymore.”

The sound of her begging is too much to handle and has my wolf smugly preening in my chest. My patience cracks, and I return my lips to hers in a searing kiss. “Are you ready?”

She releases the most adorable, impatient growl I’ve ever heard. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life. Take me, mate. Now .”

I chuckle. I didn’t know she had it in her to be so demanding, but I like it. A lot. Almost as much as I like her calling me mate . “As you wish, mate .”

I sink into her slowly, with gentle movements, giving her body time to accept me.

She gasps at the new sensation and digs her fingernails into my back.

When we’re finally as close as two people can be, I press my forehead to hers and allow myself to be swallowed up in the feelings assaulting me.

A shiver rocks me from head to toe, and I say something I never thought I’d ever say to a woman. “I love you, Skylar.”

It was fast, but there is no denying the truth of my words. I love this woman. She stumbled into my life and changed everything. Altered every belief I had about myself. She transformed me into a man I hardly recognize, but a much better version of myself.

She swallows hard and smiles at me with shining eyes. “I love you too, Wulf.”

The words pierce me all the way to my soul. My wolf howls with joy, and my heart is so full in my chest I can hardly breathe. I pour all of the love I’m feeling into a deep kiss, and then I start to move, claiming my mate in the only way left.

I’ve had plenty of sex before, but being with Skylar is an out-of-body experience I never could have imagined.

With our new mate bond, we’re connected on a level that shouldn’t be possible.

Her thoughts, her emotions, and her physical pleasure are all mine.

We share it all. We are one, and we make love together until we come apart in each other’s arms. It’s not until the sun starts to rise that we succumb to exhaustion.

I fall asleep knowing I will never be the same again.