Page 75 of Fated to the Wolf Prince

FORTY-THREE

Brielle

Iarched and moaned when his mouth hit my overheated flesh. Goddess, the man was so skilled, he knew what I needed before I did. The sight of him bowed before me, his broad shoulders under my thighs as he devoured me was intense, but I didn’t close my eyes. I wanted to hold on to every second, sear it into my memory.

Then his tongue circled my clit, and my eyes fell closed, my shoulders digging into the cool, smooth mirror behind me. The scent of lavender from the bubble bath faded, overwhelmed by the spicy, delicious scent of his cinnamon and citrus as he nipped and kissed and pulled me into oblivion. The world around us narrowed to a point, just him and me, here in this moment.

“Kane, I need more… I need—” Words failed me as he looked up, his eyes burning brightly with his wolf.

He never took his mouth off me, but slid his fingers up, working me on his fingers as he sucked harder.

The orgasm overtook me in an unexpected rush. I screamed, his name a one-word chant on my lips as he continued working me with one hand. When my eyes opened, he was there, bracing himself over me with the other hand, and his chin glistening with my arousal.

“You milk my fingers so good, sweet girl. Are you ready to milk my cock like that?”

I whimpered, clinging to his shoulders and pressing hot, openmouthed kisses along his throat until I hit the collar of his shirt. How was he still fully dressed when I was a naked mess? That wouldn’t do.

I snatched the collar open, sending a couple of buttons flying free. His chuckle was dark and pleased, and he took over unbuttoning the rest as I fastened myself back to the side of his throat. When I reached the pulse point where his neck met his shoulder, I sucked hard, letting my fangs scrape over his skin.

He growled, low and teasing, and the vibrations on my nipples nearly pushed me into another orgasm.

“Don’t stop. I like the feel of your teeth on me.” His voice was all gravel, and I loved knowing thatIdid that to him. I was the one unraveling him, breaking down his carefully crafted alpha facade, one thread at a time.

He pulled the shirt off, and I let my nails run over the corded muscles of his shoulders. He was golden perfection, and the urge to mark him, bite him, rose up so quickly, I swayed back.

“What’s wrong?” he murmured, nibbling my ear.

“The urge to bite you, just…”

“Mmmm… Are you ready?”

I nodded, feeling strangely shy. We both knew what was coming, but my wolf was riding me hard, wanting me to take the first step.

He scooped me off the counter with ease, turning the tub’s tap off with one hand as he carried me to the massive bed.

Kane set me down gently, reverently, at the edge. I noticed a bowl of still-warm water and a stack of small towels next to the bed, to take care of the bites. Someone had really thought of everything. But to do it, to bite…I’d have to let my wolf take control. What if I fainted? That would be the worst bonding night ever.

Nerves had me pausing, gripping his waist, as I stared into his eyes.

Somehow he knew, because his touches turned light, giving me a moment to breathe. He stroked my mating marks reverently as he spoke, tracing the swirling patterns with blunt fingertips.

“My gorgeous mate, I would like to present you with your second gift.”

I nodded, too nervous to speak.

“I’ve found a high shaman, of a nearby Athabascan pack of wolves. Their histories are older, deeper than ours. He is ancient and wasn’t here for the great pack gathering. However, I’ve secured his promise to let us visit on their pack lands. While I don’t know what’s happening to your magic, I know that hewill. He has agreed to assess and direct us on how to heal your magic. He thinks there might be something hindering your connection to the wolf, and that it’s reversible. He may also be able to finally confirm for us that you’re omega.”

My jaw dropped open, shock displacing my fear. “He… he might be able to fix it?”

“That is my hope. He’ll see us next week, and I’ve already arranged a private seaplane for the six of us. I assumed you would want to bring your friends along. I promise to spend the rest of my days pursuing this. We will see you whole and healthy and happy. I will not rest until your future is secure at my side. Your burdens are mine, and mine are yours. Together, we can solve any problem.”

Tears hit me in a wave. I quickly scrubbed at my eyes to dash them away, relief and hope and so many emotions I couldn’t identify warring for dominance. “But what about your parents’ killer? We still have to find him. It feels wrong to ask you to take time away from something so important. You need that closure.”

“I do, and I will find him. But your safety comes first, always. Once I know you’re secure, I can go after the bastard with all my attention. But until then… you’re always going to come first for me.” He trailed gentle fingers down the column of my throat, ending with a small, delicious swoop over my collarbone that had me shuddering with want.

“I accept your gift.” The words were barely a whisper, but I knew he heard them just the same.

He smiled lazily, but his eyes were concerned as he watched the tears I couldn’t quite dash away. He reached up with his thumb, catching one I’d missed. “Don’t cry, my love. Tonight is for joy, for passion. For us to become one.”

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