Page 119 of Awakening

“Baby, I was probably fully healed days ago. You worry too much.”

“I still feel guilty that I wasn’t able to kill Austin before he shot you,” Nick says.

“You’ve got nothing to feel guilty for, man. With one clean shot to the head you eliminated, what I fucking hope to God, was our last threat to happiness,” Ethan says. “I’ll always be grateful to you.”

“Me too,” I say, standing behind Ethan, massaging his shoulders. He reaches over his shoulder, takes one of my hands, and brings it to his lips for a kiss.

“I’m still shocked that you let Adam off the hook after you found out that he allowed Austin into the pack house the night of the wedding,” Nick says.

Ethan shrugs. “He went to Lance on his own to admit what happened, and I felt he was truly remorseful when he came to apologize to me personally. He was friends with Austin since they were kids, and I believe he really thought he could contain Austin in the common area, and talk him down. He also has an excellent work record, and he had a lot of good people vouching for him, and telling me how sorry he is about everything. He accepted his consequences and demotion with respect, as he should. I feel good trusting my gut on this one.”

“I’m just so thankful that you were here to make the decision,” I say hugging Ethan around his neck from behind. “I love you so much.” I place a light kiss on his neck, near his mark.

“Okay, time to go,” he says, abruptly.

My eyes widen and my mouth falls open. “Ethan.”

Chloe and Nick just laugh again. “It’s okay, Liv. We get it. You guys didn’t even get to have an official wedding night,” Chloe says.

“Absolutely,” Nick says, pulling Chloe in for a kiss. “I wouldn’t mind a little alone time myself.”

“You men are all the same,” she says, shaking her head. “Give me a hug, Liv.” She reaches over to me. “Apparently, we both have busy nights ahead of us.”

“That remains to be seen here,” I say, hugging her. “Thanks for coming over.” I hug Nick next as Ethan murmurs something as he stands.

“Have fun tonight,” Nick says over his shoulder on his way out.

Ethan grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. “That remains to be seen, huh?”

I wrap my arms around his neck with a sigh. “I just don’t want you to push it. You were shot and had your chest cut open, Ethan. You could have died.”

“I didn’t die. I’m very much alive, and I very much want to fuck you right now.”

Just hearing him say those words makes my body ache for him. “What if we do and something happens?”

“Olivia, what’s going to happen? I’m a fucking werewolf with super quick healing. I’m fine.” I open my mouth to speak again, but he puts a finger to my lips, and places my hand over his heart. “I’m fine.” I’m about to protest again when he bends down and lifts me up by my thighs. I have no choice but to wrap them around his waist as he takes off toward the stairs.

“Ethan! You shouldn’t be lifting me like this. Put me down!”

“Not happening, baby,” he says, sprinting up the stairs like it’s nothing. Rounding the corner into our bedroom, he drops my legs, and backs me up against a wall, caging me in. “You’re going to stop worrying,” he whispers into my ear, then pulls the soft lobe with his teeth. “We’ve waited long enough. I fucking need you. Now.”

He raises my shirt over my head, then pulls me far enough away from the wall to remove my bra and toss it across the room. He unbuttons my pants next, yanking the zipper down and shoving them down my legs. I step out of them, and start unbuttoning his shirt, but I freeze with a gasp when he grabs the top of my panties, ripping them in half. “I want you so fucking bad right now,” he growls, then crashes his mouth to mine in a heated, frenzied kiss as he pins my arms to my sides against the wall. Chest heaving as he releases me, he backs up, takes both sides of his shirt in his hands and rips it apart, sending buttons flying across the room and rolling all over the floor.

His lips are on mine again as he removes his pants like they’re his fucking enemy, and pitches them across the room. His tongue wrestles with mine, dominating, as his hands massage my breasts and roam my body. I throw my head back with a heated sigh when he pushes two fingers in me at once. “Fuck,” he says with a groan as he kisses his way down my neck. “Baby, I can’t wait. I need to be in you now.”

“Yes,” I whimper, nodding fast. “Now.”

He growls as he lifts me by my thighs again and I cry out when he thrusts into me. I tighten my legs around him, clinging to him as his movements threaten to push me over the edge already. Slowing down he pulls out of me and I groan. “Don’t worry. I’m nowhere close to done with you yet,” he says, then claims my mouth in another kiss as he walks us over to the bed, where he turns me around, and bends me over. I groan and my head drops down to the mattress when he enters me from behind.

His arms wrap around me and pull me up so that my back is rubbing against his hard, muscular chest as he drives into me. His hands roam my body as the strength of his arms keep me pressed against him, giving him control of my pleasure. My mouth drops open and my head falls back to rest on his shoulder as his hand drifts low, caressing my sensitive clit.

“Oh, God. Ethan.” My legs shake, threatening to collapse. I slump forward and he supports my weight as the ferocity of my orgasm washes over me.

“You feel fucking perfect,” he growls into my ear, then traces it with his tongue. He allows me to calm from my high before turning me around. I shift back onto the bed, lying on my back as he crawls over me and thrusts into me again. His mouth is on mine, taking charge with a merciless kiss. My arms and legs cling to him, pulling him as close to me as possible while his unrelenting thrusts keep me pinned to the bed. I bury my hands in his hair and hold on as he buries his face in my neck, and another orgasm builds in my core. His lips move down my neck until he reaches my mark. He sucks the sensitive skin into his mouth, then bites down as he thrusts into me with deep, grinding strokes. I completely fall apart, clenching around him in a mind draining orgasm.

“I love how it feels when your body latches onto me,” he says into my ear, “squeezing me like it doesn’t ever want to let me go.” He drives into me with several hard thrusts before burying his face in my neck with a low groan as he finds his release. He brings his lips to mine for a much gentler kiss this time before rolling off of me and onto his back, and pulling me to him.

“I guess you are feeling better,” I say, with a giggle as I still work on catching my breath.

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