Page 36 of Rejected Wolf

“That sounds nice. Kinda like having a best friend living inside you that knows all your secrets and accepts every part of you.” Honestly, I was a little jealous I didn’t have one myself. “Maybe I could spend some time with him tomorrow?”

“It’s a deal.” Jude pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead, and we tucked in to sleep…

Yeah, right! There was no chance of sleeping. It might’ve been damp and cold when I got in, but soon I was sweating. This shifter body heat was no joke! I kicked and squirmed, struggling to peel my socks off inside the sleeping bag without exposing myself to the cold air.

“What are you doing?” Jude asked, though it sounded suspiciously like he was trying not to laugh at me.

“I can’t get comfortable. It’s too hot for all these clothes. Jude, can youpleasehelp take some of them off me?” I tilted my head up and batted my eyelashes coyly; it was too dark to see him clearly, but I knew he could probably see me just fine.

He let out a little growl I felt vibrate through his chest. “It would be my pleasure.” He slipped his warm handsunder my shirt, and together, we worked at stripping me, until we were both deliciously naked, skin on skin. We turned toward each other, and I hooked a leg over his waist to draw him closer between my thighs. He arched his hips in response, our inevitable erections rubbing.

“How did I get so lucky,” he murmured against my lips, before claiming them in a searing kiss. The silky glide of his tongue against mine ignited a hot ache I felt all the way to my core.

When I licked past his lips, though, I felt that his teeth had gone sharp, and it made me think of something Eric had said about Jude biting me, and Jude told Eric he hadn’t marked me. And once the thought had infiltrated my brain, there was no ignoring it. There was still so much about shifters I needed to learn, but this biting, marking… it seemed urgent.

I pulled away, struggling to catch my breath. “Jude, I… I want you to bite me.”

He went still and tense against me. “What makes you say that?” he asked, and I could hear the wariness in his voice as he attempted to stay casual.

“D-Don’t you want to mark me?” My eyes burned with the threat of tears. It wasn’t logical, but I felt like he was rejecting me. I gave a little hiccup, and Jude gripped my jaw to tilt my head up. His eyes glistened in the dark.

“Trust me, I do, but… you don’t know what it means to shifters.”

I tried to look away, but he had me held tight. “I know what it would mean tome,” I said boldly, my resolve rock-solid.

“Marking each other would bind us as mates officially. It’s forever, Morgan. Do you understand? There’s no divorce in shifters. You’d be stuck with me.”

Even as a tear slipped free, I felt love and hope blossom inside my heart. “That sounds perfect. You’re the only one I’ll ever want, Jude. You’re my alpha, my forever mate.”

The eyeshine disappeared as he closed his eyes, and his fingers dug into my ass. I could feel his resolve weakening. He wanted this as much as I did. “It’ll hurt…” he whispered. “I promised myself I would never hurt you again.”

“And I told you, I won’t break. I can take a little pain, especially when it means getting what I want most in the whole, wide world—you.” I threaded my fingers through the hair at the back of his head, holding my breath as I hoped for the world.

Jude whimpered, like he was fighting some sort of internal battle. “My wolf wants you… and so do I. I’m not strong enough to resist.”

“Then stop resisting,” I pleaded, stroking his neck and down his back. “Have you ever considered what acceptingme as your mate would be like? That maybe I’m not your weakness, but your strength?” I could feel his hope as his breath stuttered. “I will love you and support you unconditionally for the rest of my days, and you will love me too. We will build a cute little cabin, have ridiculous amounts of mind-blowing sex in order to have all those kids you want, and we will be stupidly and blissfully happy. We will build a life together, and it will be beautiful.”

Jude froze, thinking it over, then he expelled a huge sigh, sagging against me in relief, in submission. “Oh, omega mine, that sounds exactly right.” He brushed soft kisses on my brow, both eyelids, down the bridge of my nose, unless he reached my lips, where he lingered, making love to my mouth just like I was hoping he would do to me in a minute. “I should’ve known better than to fight against fate. She always knows what she’s doing.”

Jude rolled us so that he was lying on top of me, though he was keeping too much of his weight off me, propping himself up on his elbows. I spread my legs, inviting him between them.

Hooking an arm under my knee, Jude spread me wider and slipped the head of his cock through my slick crack to notch at my entrance. He whispered words of love and devotion as he eased inside, stretching and filling me until all I felt was the joining of our bodies.

This wasn’t the first time we’d had sex, but it felt… different. It was slow, unhurried, more about the emotions we shared than the climax that was building. As it drew on, though, and sensations built—heat, pressure, desperation—our kisses turned bruising, and a sense of anticipation seemed to wrap around us. It was almost time.

Deep inside, his cock brushed against my prostate, sending a tremor through me. “Jude… my alpha… bite me. Hurry, I’m so close!” I bared my neck, offering him what I truly wanted and only he could provide—a lifetime of everlasting love.

Jude descended on my neck, pressing a soft kiss along my pulse point. He hesitated for a moment, his lips on my skin. I could feel his teeth as they raked over the tender flesh, and then, as he drove his cock into me… he bit down.

I cried out, but not because it hurt. No, it was the exact opposite. My entire body was filled with the most incredible warmth and light. I almost felt invincible, like I could do anything! And it was riding that high that drove me to do something I never would have considered before—I set my mouth to his neck, and I bit him back.

My teeth were dull, but I was determined. I didn’t think I would actually be able to break the skin, so I was shocked when the copper taste of Jude’s blood painted my tongue. His lips were still sealed around the bite, and the lightsuction as he drank my blood made my world spin. His hips stuttered and stalled, and I swore I felt his groan vibrate through my veins. I felt him release, pulsing inside me, before his knot expanded, and my eyes rolled back. The overload of sensations set me off, and I came hard between us.

Jude sagged, completely spent. “Morgan… my Morgan.” He licked my wound lazily, though I could still feel a trickle of blood. I couldn’t wait to see his mark on my skin.

I hooked my ankles behind his back and my arms around his back, holding him close, telling him without words that he was my one, my only. My forever.

It was a good thing Jude took control after that, because I was a boneless bag of satisfaction. He rolled us carefully, the sleeping bag tangling and sticking around us, until I was on top, draped across his torso, our bodies still locked together.

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