Page 29 of Sasha's Wounded Wolf

“He what?” Cyan practically roared while Bastion and I both growled. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me that?”

She shrugged. “Honestly, I just thought of it. It was after Rowan…died. I came over to the house to pick up Raina and found myself in the front room with him. I mentioned having issues with Austin Mickel, and that’s what Mr. Byrd said to me. That I should come to him first, and he’d set me up. Said he’d set up both Rebbie and me.”

“There’s no way Rebel told Taylor this, or Byrd would already be a dead man,” Bastion said.

“He’s already a dead man when I get my hands on him,” Cyan snarled.

“I don’t think he ever said anything to Rebbie. I’m sorry, Cyan. I didn’t think of it as Raina’s father encouraging me to become a pack whore. I thought he worried I’d be like my mother and was offering to protect me if I did,” Ivy told her mate. “That was maybe a week or two before Raina and I met you guys in the bar. From that point on, you were at the forefront of my mind. Everything else just fell away.”

“He played on your greatest fear,” Cyan said. “He knew what he was doing.”

“Sounds like he did and said a lot of things to different people, but no one ever put it all together,” Lincoln muttered. “Now, that we are, things are adding up.”

“Has he said or done anything since you took in the remainder of the pack?” I asked Bastion.

“He hasn’t been the same since you died,” Raina said then snorted. “Well, that’s not true, since he knew you weren’t dead. Since you were injured, then. He drinks a lot.”

“He showed his ass when he made you think I’d parade you around for my pack to decide who wanted to mate you,” Bastion reminded her.

“I told him to introduce the two of you. I’d planned on doing it before everything happened.”

“Which is probably why he pushed me so hard,” Raina mused.

“Sounds like guilt to me,” Sasha muttered at my side.

Sounded a lot like guilt to me, too. There was only one way to be certain. The irony wasn’t lost on me. I’d left my pack to find the answers I needed about my arranged accident and the attack on my mate, but those answers had been right here all along. Tomorrow, my father would answer for his actions, and if he’d been the one behind everything… He wouldn’t be walking out alive.

Chapter Eleven

~Sasha~

Everyone had finally left. Rowan and I had taken our vows in front of the remaining Rigton wolves, as well as Raina, Bastion, Ivy, Cyan, and Nico. Though, I’d already considered us mated just as did he, now it was all wrapped up nicely with a bow. Raine had fallen asleep. Nico was in the room next to his, and Rowan and I were headed back upstairs. We had plans for tomorrow, but I was focused on tonight and loving my mate. He’d been in control earlier when my mind and heart were still processing he was here, alive, with me. Now, it was my turn.

I stepped into our room before him and went to my knees when he turned to shut the door.

“Sasha,” he groaned when he faced me again.

I was already reaching for his jeans, unsnapping and tugging down the zipper.

“Let me taste you,” I begged, and he reached out to thread his fingers through my hair as he sprung free of the denim, rising hard and thick and making my mouth water.

I didn’t waste time. I leaned in, licking over the swollen crown before continuing down his shaft then flicking my tongue over the taut sac below.

“Fuck, Sasha.”

His growls fueled my desire as I made my way back to his tip and took him into my mouth, sucking him. His chest rumbled, and his hips flexed, pressing more of his length inside before he could control himself. I reveled in the fact I could make him lose control. I worked him between my hand and mouth, lapping up his precum and swallowing it down with a moan. I’d missed this. The feel of him, the taste of him on my tongue. I had nothing to compare it to. I hadn’t done this with any other man, and nothing I’d ever tasted rivaled to the salty sweetness of Rowan.

“Fuck, baby,” Rowan warned. “Keep that up, and I’m going to come.”

I popped off long enough to utter, “Yes”, before swallowing him whole, breathing through my nose while I took him to the root, my lips pressed tightly against the base of his shaft before I slowly bobbed back to the tip. Rowan’s fingers clenched in my hair, tugging at the strands and sending a trickle of pain along my scalp. It only added to the slick heat between my thighs. I wanted his seed in my mouth first, though. Wanted to swallow every drop he gave me. From experience, I knew he’d return the favor as soon as he caught his breath, and the man was a god with his tongue.

I worked my way up and down, sucking and swallowing while he pumped into my mouth. He still fought to maintain his control, but I knew that wouldn’t last. Every time he hit the back of my throat and I took him down, he lost a little more of that iron-willed discipline.

“Fuck, baby. I’m coming. Ah, fuck. I’m coming, baby.”

Rowan groaned as his semen flooded my mouth. I swallowed down every creamy drop, moaning around him as I did. When he finally slipped free of my mouth, I looked up at him and licked my lips. I discovered two things then. Rowan didn’t need to catch his breath, and though he’d just come hard down my throat, his cock was still hard and thick.

He had me on my back on the bed in seconds. Then he was on his knees while mine were over his shoulders. The first glide of his tongue had me wiggling, fingers digging into the bedding while I fought against the scream building in my chest. Earlier, he’d taken his time. This was raw and rough. There was no slow and easy. His mouth devoured, fingers gripping my thighs and keeping them wide while I went wild beneath him. I rocked up into his mouth while he bit and sucked and licked me from my clit down the full length of my sex then back again. I wasn’t ashamed at how quickly he had me mewling and begging.

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