Page 37 of Cursed Wolf

“I feel your sweet pussy sucking my cock, drinking me,” he says, his breath on my neck, then kisses the tender skin below my ear.

Despite being locked in me from his knotting cock, his pelvis still gyrates against me as he pumps his thick, white cum into me.

I gasp, rocking with him, taken by the way he holds me possessively. Every touch, every rub of our skin ignites a wildfire between us. My wolf groans in my chest, awakening to the connection Stone and I have. She calls to his wolf, still bound to him by the bite mark he gave when my four men marked me to bring back my magic.

She’s rising, craving him when she normally pines for Martell. This change is huge, but it’s hard to make sense of it when my toes curl and my body quivers with an incredible climax.

“Narah,” Stone whispers, peppering my neck with kisses, breathing heavily. His hand on my hip tightens with hungry need. “Having you cum is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Can you hear our wolves recognizing one another? Since our first kiss, I knew you’d ruin me for anyone else. But this…our mark from the other night when we all claimed and bit you, marking you as ours and removing Martell’s connection.”

His words leave me elated. This is what I’ve dreamed of since running from my fated mate, and Stone is saying it’s finally worked? I want to scream with happiness, but I end up moaning when he squeezes my breast.

“You will always be mine,” the Alpha growls. “Whatever happens, you will be mine forever.” His heavy, hungry breath washes over my ear with the words, “I love you, Narah.”

I twist my head over my shoulder, my heart blooming with the words that have my heart racing. I fight back the happy tears and manage to choke out, “Oh, Stone, I love hearing that. I love you so much.”

He’s given me everything, and I know if we can overcome the dangers, all my dreams will come true, and I will have everything I ever wanted.

We kiss in a perfect moment of bliss, and my heart sings to know I will grow old with these incredible men. It’s a simple thing, but to me, it means the world.

I feel the baby kick, and I quickly grab Stone’s hand, placing it over the spot. Another small kick, and when I look at him, his eyes light up, and his smile makes me imagine him chasing our child in the yard, building a treehouse, and all the small things I never had growing up and all the love I want for our baby.

“I’m so excited to meet our little jelly bean,” he purrs.

For these few moments, I find my happy place and know whatever fight comes our way, we’ll overcome it. We have too much to lose now if we don’t.

12

STONE

Cold rain soaks me, and my clothes stick to me like glue. I run my hand over my stubbled face, dislodging the droplets stuck there, not that it does any good.

Crius is charging ahead of the two-horse carriage driven by an older man we’d paid well in gold coins Ragnar took from his father before leaving Denmark. The coachman sits on a bench at the front of the carriage, mustering the horses along the worn path. The four-wheeled vehicle rattles and creaks. The carriage is worn and has seen better days, but the three sisters inside are protected from the elements, and that’s what matters.

I catch Narah watching me from inside, her hand on the glass pane, her eyes glinting with a smile. Jae pops her head up behind her, sticking her tongue out at me, and I laugh.

The girl is trouble and reminds me so much of Ragnar’s sister growing up. Always opinionated, his sister, Hel, would stick her nose in all of our business. Although I wish I could have done more to help Ragnar keep his sister protected from her forced marriage into Nikos’ family, I have taken Narah’s sisters as my own family and will protect them with my life.

Blowing Narah a kiss, I nudge my heels into the horse and hurry forward until I’m lined up with the coachman. Despite his bowl-like hat pulled down low on his thick head, wisps of white hair flutter out from beneath. His black coat is buttoned up tight around his throat, and he twists his head in my direction with a raised eyebrow.

“The rain’s remained light,” he tells me with a raspy voice that says he’s smoked cigarettes most of his life. “As long as it doesn’t get heavier, the wheels shouldn’t get bogged in the mud.”

“How much longer until we arrive at our first stop?” With the sun sliding behind the surrounding mountains, night will consume us in an hour, tops. We’ll be sitting targets for the undead since we won’t see them coming from a distance. The small groups we pass are too far to pay attention to or catch us.

Jon, the driver, draws in a hissing breath. “Maybe in an hour or two, we’ll reach the tavern.”

I nod, my muscles tensing. “Get us there in an hour, no longer.”

He cuts me a dark glare. “I can’t control the weather, son.”

“Get us to the tavern in under an hour, and I’ll double your payment.”

The coachman’s shoulders square, the mention of money interesting him greatly. “You got yourself a deal.” With a snap of his reins, he whistles to his horses, and suddenly, we’re moving fast.

Sly bastard.

Rogue Alphas roam the woods, desperate to hunt down any Omega to rut. It’s in our DNA to crave females, and right now, we’re carrying three Omegas, with only Crius and me to protect them. I can’t risk us getting caught. I have no trouble fighting, and I’ll use my power, but if we’re attacked, how can I completely keep Narah and the baby unharmed?

Ragnar and Nikos made a detour to the Bane Wolves to deal with Mihai, and for all we know, that could go to hell fast. Like us, they will have to find a way to stay alive and eventually catch up with us.

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