Page 52 of Fated to the Wolf Prince

I took it slow, trying desperately not to completely lose it as her perfect pussy gripped me, her jasmine perfume going to my head and trying to send me into a full-on rut, but it was our first time. I needed to make it mind-blowing for her.

I started to pull back, continue the slow easing, but she lifted her hips and slammed against me, driving me the rest of the way home in one hard stroke, and my eyes rolled back in my head at the feel of her.

The rest of the world faded away as I lost myself in her and finally let go. I plunged deeper and faster, and she took me, matching me stroke for stroke and saying little nonsense words of encouragement. She clung to my shoulders, scratching her nails over my chest and back until finally, she flung her head back in bliss, locking down on my cock and pulling me over the edge right along with her. After, as I gathered her to my chest and buried my nose in her apple-scented hair, I felt the tether between us solidify further, the whole world tilting on its axis, as she owned her place at the center of my universe.

THIRTY-TWO

Brielle

Iwas deliciously sore when I woke up, and comfier than I’d ever been in my life, wrapped in a pair of big, strong arms that smelled tantalizingly of cinnamon. His scent was all warm spice this morning in the aftermath of our first time, and it made me ridiculously happy. The way he’d let go and trusted me to handle all of him, the wolf and the man. He’d loved me without restraint, without holding anything back.

And today, I’d have to wrap every second of that around me like a cloak to get through his father’s funeral at his side. But for now, I wanted to bask in the best afterglow of my life.

As he sensed my awareness, the hand that had been firmly planted on my ribs began to travel, setting a wake of goose bumps to life as he trailed his calloused fingertips over my sensitive stomach. They were drawing little circles on my hip when I realized we were covered in the softest blanket I’d ever felt, which definitely hadn’t been here when we’d fallen asleep, legs tangled together like teenagers in the massive bed.

“Where did this come from? Did you have it tucked away in a closet?” I lifted the edges of the deep-blue fabric and gasped when I saw the perfect, tiny stars sprinkled over the surface. The background faded between blue and black and purple, a work of art and the mirror image of a beautiful night sky.

“It’s from one of your chests. From my mother.”

“Umm, what?”

He propped himself up on his elbow, watching my fascination with the beautiful blanket. “Your pack doesn’t have this tradition? The bride gifts?” One sculpted eyebrow arched in question. I let myself trace it, my fingers falling down his scruffy cheek to land on his perfect lips. They twisted into a wicked smile beneath my fingers, and he nipped the digit playfully.

The simple tease had me blushing, which was ridiculous given all we’d done last night. Three times we’d come together in the night, one of us stirring and reaching for the other on instinct. It was glorious, uninhibited, and I knew that the feel and the taste of him was forever imprinted on my being. The last time was slow and tender, the final evidence of the wolf fading from his eyes after. He was back—my calm, intelligent alpha.

“I mean, there are regular mating gifts. The whole pack brings a little something, but what do you meanchests?”

“In my father’s pack, and in Pack Blackwater, also, it’s customary for the male’s family to assemble a chest of gifts for the new mate, to welcome her into the family. My mom started assembling things when I was fifteen, and she never did anything halfway. She always looked forward to eventually having a daughter to spoil. So, she started early. Every year or two, she’d ship me another to put with the rest.”

“This was something she chose for her future daughter-in-law?”

“Yes. If it’s not to your taste, there are many more spread through the chests that you can choose from. I chose this one because it matched your starry T-shirt. It’s the only thing I’ve seen you wear twice since you’ve been here.”

“No, I absolutely love it. It’s the most beautiful blanket I’ve ever seen.” I was floored, and my throat clogged with emotion. His mother, whom I’d never met, had put together this amazing gift for me? To welcome me?

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying, baby?”

I hurriedly swiped away the traitorous tear that leaked down my cheek. “I’m sorry, it’s stupid. It’s just so nice. And I— My mom has been gone so long, it just really sucks that yours did this amazing thing for me, and now I’ll never get to meet her. To thank her for the chests, but also for raising such an amazing son.”

I looked up and the warmth and love in his eyes took my breath away. He flipped me over, pulling me on top of his chest, and enveloped me in another hug. I relished the comfort, soaking it up like a long-dry sponge, never wanting it to end.

“She would have loved you more than you know,” he said, the words soft against my hair.

An insistent knock on the door interrupted our bubble.

“Fuck off,” Kane growled, but there was no heat to it, not like last night.

Reed’s response was dry. “Fine, but I have a dress for your mate, and unless you want her to attend the funeral naked, you should open up. Her friends insisted on proof of life after she didn’t come back last night.”

I reluctantly slipped off Kane’s chest, wrapping the inky blanket around myself while Kane pulled on last night’s discarded sweats. A big chunk of stuffing was stuck to his butt, and I giggled as he crossed to the door. He cast me a suspicious glance as he opened it.

Leigh swept past him a split second later, barging in with Shay hot on her heels, though she at least paused, waiting for Kane to nod her into the room.

“You scared us to death! You didn’t take your phone, your hot alpha-hole apparentlydestroyedhis at some point, and you didn’t come back! You better explain yourself, missy.” She paused, surveying the room’s destruction as her eyes grew wide. “Better yet, give me the play-by-play in excruciating detail. I want to know every. Last. Bit.”

A growl erupted behind her, and I spotted Gael brooding behind Reed, still respecting the doorjamb’s boundary and keeping his eyes pointedly clear of my blanket-clad form. But while Reed and Kane spoke in low tones, his attention was riveted to Leigh.

“I don’t think that would go over so well.”

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