Page 24 of True Wolf

Not the time for your shit – Me

Relax, baby brother. I didn’t intrude on your moment. Some things are off limits and fucking your mate is at the top of that list. I just tapped in because I felt your conflict. Laz filled me in on what we’re dealing with. – Xander

We’re not dealing with anything. This doesn’t concern you. – Me.

I grabbed the soap and washcloth from the built-in shelf and began lathering my body.

Your legacy concerns all of us, Zi. Like it or not, it fucking matters. – Lazar

Not to me. She’s mine. No matter what and my dick is currently in my hand so can we do this another time. – Me

I knew that would end this conversation.

Yeah, I’m done. – Xander

Shit, me too. – Lazar

I smirked and finished cleaning myself before I got out, dried off, and wrapped a towel around my waist. When I reentered my bedroom, I found Nessah sitting on the edge of the bed. Her shoulders and expression were tense.

Instead of answering the questions in her head, I crossed the room and opened one of my drawers, where I removed a T-shirt for her and a pair of briefs for myself. I stepped into the briefs and dropped the T-shirt in her lap before I leaned down and kissed her shoulder on the same spot my canines were aching to sink into.

“Take a shower and come to bed. It’s late. Let’s get some rest and we can deal with whatever the fuck we need to deal with tomorrow.”

“Zion, you’re not hearing me. I can’t stay.”

“No…youare not hearing me. You can’t leave,” I stated calmly with an unmovable authority. She lifted the shirt, stood from the edge of the bed, allowing the sheet to drop, exposing her naked body. Soft curves, a sea of brown skin, and a pussy Icould still feel wrapped around my dick. My wolf was going crazy again with the need to taste her, feel her, mark her.

“Fine, if you want to prolong this, then you can, but you can’t force me to stay.” She tossed the shirt on the bed and narrowed her eyes. “And, I don’t need your clothes, I have my own.”

I smirked, picked up the shirt, and closed the space between us. My free hand grabbed her hip and forcefully brought her body to mine. I bent my neck, lowering my face until it was angled over hers, our mouths a breath away from each other.

“I’m well aware that you have your own, but I want you inmine.”

I backed away, extending the shirt, which she yanked free of my hold and stormed into the bathroom. While she showered, I considered getting her things from the living room but then decided against the idea. My scent was in her, I wanted it on her too. Even down to my body wash on her skin after she showered. So instead, I climbed in bed and waited for her to join me.

When she returned twenty minutes later, wearing my shirt, I smirked and tossed the covers back, inviting my mate to climb in. When her gaze bounced to my bedroom door, I knew exactly where her thoughts had gone, but I quickly shut that shit down.

“You’re sleeping with me, Nessah.”

She frowned and hesitated, considering her options before she stomped to the bed, climbed in, but lingered at the edge of the mattress. I put an end to that also by forcing her into my chest so we were face to face.

“Tell me everything,” I said quietly.

“You said rest, not talk.”

“Nessah…” I warned and she rolled her eyes.

“You already know everything.”

“No, I don’t.”

She sighed and attempted to inch away but I draped my arm across her waist and held her steady. “You know themost important part. I can’t give you children, Zion. The moon goddess got this all wrong. They had to because there’s no way…”

“No way I would want you if you couldn’t give me children?” The thought coiled and tightened in my chest uncomfortably and Nessah nodded.

“Isn’t that a decision you should allow me to make?”

“No, because you’ll do what’s right, what’s expected of you, and not what you truly want.”

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