Page 14 of Fated to the Warrior Wolf

Gael gripped my hair—which was probably a sweaty mess by this point, but I didn’t even care because I’d just finished screaming out yet another orgasm at the top of my lungs—and tilted my head back, forcing me to make eye contact with him. He held himself over me with one arm, never faltering as he slowly pushed forward, sinking deeper inside me.

I moaned low in my throat at the delicious intrusion as I held his gaze. He was the biggest I’d ever been with, yes, but not the kind of man who thought size was everything. He knew how to play me like a violin, and we were several hours into the best sex marathon of my entire life. Somehow, he wasn’t slowing down.

He might have been an asshole outside the bedroom, but inside the bedroom, he was basically a well-hung superhero. At least my vagina thought so, the smug bitch.

It should have been impossible for us to still be going at this point, but I’d been so needy, I didn’t care how or why. I just wanted every ounce of satisfaction he could give me. And apparently, he was sexy Santa, giving with both hands.

Gael was almost home, that now-familiar stretch and burn of him sheathing himself inside me sending a fresh wave of shuddersthrough me, when he froze, seeming panicked. His eyes went wide, and the veins stood out on his neck.

“What’s wrong?” I gasped, pressing my hips up to meet his, wanting him to plunge the rest of the way, give me that last, glorious inch. I wanted everything he had to give. Nothing held back.

He stayed still, though, and swallowed roughly. “I don’t— I have to stop, before?—”

“No! Not yet. I’m not ready yet, please.” I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down, flush with my chest as I arched up against him. But a second later, I realized what he meant, as his knot?—

The sickening bump of wheels touching down on the tarmac once again woke me with a lurch, saving me from the rest of the very vivid dream—okay, very vividmemory—that already had my panties soaked and my breath coming in rapid pants.

But it faded quickly because I was sick to my stomach for an entirely different reason, and that was the fact that I’d purposely driven a big, fat wedge between myself and the father of my child.

The incredibly sexy, drool-worthy father of my child, who now thought I’d slept around after the night we spent together.

I was an ass. An utter, complete ass, and I deserved for him to hate me.

All I wanted to do was curl up in my bed to hide from the world and wallow in my misery. I peeked out the window, the sight of unfamiliar mountains in variegated shades of green under the sun’s early morning rays taking my breath away. The sky was gray-blue, and clouds hung heavy over the horizon. But still, it was a stunning reminder that I was far, far away from all things familiar and comforting.

I was still going to find whatever bed I was assigned and curl up in it. Real problems be damned. The overhead lights inside the jet brightened as we pulled to a stop at a real, honest-to-Goddess airport terminal.

“Where are we?” I turned to Reed, who had settled in kitty-corner to me sometime during the night.

“Private terminal at the Bucharest airport. It’s harder here to have a full airstrip with the terrain, but the terminal has amenities, so it’s nice.” He smiled at me, and I had to fight back tears at the open, judgment-free expression.

He was so opposite to Gael, who was always dark and stormy and serious.

Seriously pissed at me, more like.

So why couldn’t my wolf latch on to a nice guy like Reed? Why did I fall for the asshole who’d knotted me—by accident, supposedly—and kept me from my best friend when she’d been shot? Granted, I was matching him stroke for stroke on the awfulness at this point.

I don’t deserve a nice guy.

Thankfully, the still-chipper flight attendant walked by and interrupted me from that poisonous line of thinking. My wolf wasn’t latching on to anybody because the likelihood of me finding a fated mate was slim to none. I needed to keep my head in the game and focused on Petal. The lack of a mate was just a bump in the road, not something I needed to fixate on.

“Welcome to Bucharest, Romania! The local time is eight fifty-two, and the temperature is fifteen degrees Celsius. Your bags are already being unloaded, and the porters will bring them directly to your SUVs, which, I’ve confirmed with the ground crew, are idling at the ready to transport you to pack grounds.”

And thank you for flying with Chipper Charlie airlines,I added mentally to her retreating back as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

Pregnancy was weird, because on the outside, there was no sign whatsoever of the tiny person I was growing, but the fact of the matter was I’d just slept almost an entire day away, yet I still felt weary to my bones.

Hopefully, this phase passed quickly, or I’d be less than useful to the rest of the pack as we figured out who killed Kane’s parents and how to get Bri out from under the ODL’s thumb.

Shit.

How to get Briand my daughterout from under the ODL’s thumb. For one brief second, I’d forgotten, felt like a normal, exhausted mom struggling through the first trimester.

But I wasn’t, was I?

I stared down at my palm, nausea creeping up my throat. Brielle’s magic touch must be wearing off, my brief reprieve coming to an end.

“Here,” Shay said. She held out a thick bandage, wide enough to cover the entire glowing mark on my palm. She had anticipated my worry before I even knew to voice it. She was quiet, yes, but my bestie was always observant and took care of her friends like nobody else.

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