Page 19 of Sasha's Wounded Wolf

We were on a bed, ripping and tearing at each other, clothes tossed aside as we fought to get skin-on-skin. Then Rowan thrust into me, his shaft filling me.

“Sasha.”

He moaned my name as he held still, buried deep and reluctant to withdraw.

“Tell me this is real,” I pleaded again. “Tell me you’re really here, Rowan. You’re alive.”

“I’m here. I’m alive. And I’m never leaving your side again, mate. Never.”

I couldn’t stop the tears any more than I could prevent my body from responding eagerly to his every touch. He knew what I liked, what I needed even when I didn’t voice it. Our tongues got reacquainted before he nipped down my neck to lick at my breasts. I arched my chest toward him when he finally took my nipple between his lips and sucked greedily. I gripped his hair in my fingers and held him close, rocking my hips into every thrust.

“Don’t stop,” I begged even as we both raced to the finish line.

The first two times were hard and fast as if we were both afraid the other would disappear. The third time, Rowan tasted every inch of me before turning me onto my stomach and pulling me up onto my knees. He plunged deep then moved slowly in and out, driving us both insane. His hands were everywhere, owning me. Reclaiming me. Reminding me who we were together. The fourth time, I straddled his hips and rode him to completion. In the aftermath, we lay there, breathing in each other, hands still petting one another.

“Let’s shower,” Rowan suggested. “Then talk.”

“How?” I demanded, sitting up on my knees beside him as he moved so he leaned with his back against the headboard. “How are you here? They said you were dead?”

Rowan closed his eyes and sighed.

“Patrick and Josh saved my life.”

“Are they alive, too?”

Rowan shook his head. “They died protecting me. Easton didn’t even know I was alive until they moved them off me. I groaned. Their first instinct was to get me to help. I was burned.”

He waved his right arm and pointed to his chest and back.

“It was bad.”

I ran my hands over the scars, the twisted flesh like hard ridges beneath my fingertips.

“Why didn’t you let the pack know you’d survived?”

“I was in a coma for nine months. The doctors induced it to try to aid my wolf in healing me. I woke up in misery. Everything hurt. I had no mobility in my right arm. The fire did a lot of nerve damage. I spent the next three months getting skin grafts only for my wolf to reject them. Then there was physical therapy to regain use of my arm. I tried to shift to see if it would heal when I was in wolf form. No such luck. And it was excruciating. I didn’t try that again for months.”

He leaned in, snagging me around the waist and pulling me onto his lap.

“In the middle of all that, they told me you’d been attacked and killed. I didn’t believe it. Refused to, no matter what they said about you going over the falls. We tried to reach out to Nico, but it was as if he’d disappeared off the face of the earth. I knew it was because he was hiding you, protecting you.”

I nodded. It had been that and so much more. God, how did I tell my mate he had a son who was almost three?

“Since you’ve been healed, where have you been?”

“Hunting for you. Looking for answers to why we were both attacked.”

“I was up on the ridge alone when they showed up,” I told him. “Six men. I knew something was off immediately, but they were on me before I could do anything. The only way to survive was to jump and hope the water saved me.”

“Christ,” he muttered, pulling me into him. “When I heard you went over the falls…”

He shuddered.

“Nico fished me out somewhere downstream. I was in and out for a few weeks. Nico said he wasn’t sure if I’d wake up or not.”

“I tried to find the ones responsible for the attack, but Nico had already killed them.”

“I killed them,” I growled, pushing back so I could see his face. “I hunted them down with Nico and gutted them when they couldn’t tell me who ordered the attack.”

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