Page 87 of Wolf Alliance

“Thanks, Auntie,” Accalia said.

Erik smiled. “If they need us, we’ll handle it. But keep them for a while.”

Bessetta blushed and chuckled. “Aye.”

“Night,” Isobel and Alasdair said.

“Night, see you in the morning,” Erik said.

They ascended the stairs to the bedchamber.

Erik and Accalia watched as Logan, Finlay, and Rory each carried one of the lads up to the bedchamber, Bessetta following them, and then went inside with them.

“Mayhap they’ll sleep,” Erik said.

Accalia took his hand and walked with him to her bedchamber. “We can hope for the best.”

“Aye.”

They reached her bedchamber, and she was glad no one had used it while she’d been away. She still couldn’t believe her uncle had been in on the despicable act of treason.

When Erik shut her chamber door, he joined her by the bed, leaned over, and kissed the top of her head.

“You are so beautiful.”

“You are so braw.”

And then he began removing her weapons first and she did the same with him. Their wolfish scents calling to each other, they clawed at each other’s clothes, yanking off her gown, their socks, boots, his long shirt, and her léine.

They soon were naked, and he lifted her onto the bed, hugging her warmly. “I love you, lass.”

“I love you, you big old white wolf,” she said, kissing him.

She had never envisioned making love to her mate in her bed, his muscles naked, powerful, and sexy. Reclining in her bed with a virulent male when she’d slept in this very same bed since childhood felt naughty. But Erik was her mate, and this was how it was supposed to be, sharing her bed and the intimacy as mated wolves.

His gentle yet insistent touches, his whispered words of love and desire, and his lips moving against hers in a feathery touch matched her own as she told him how much she loved him and treasured the way he was so tender.

As they lay intertwined in each other's arms, kissing and licking each other’s lips, she couldn't help but feel relieved they were here and safe—for the moment. And she could be with the man she adored like this.

She traced her fingers lightly over his bare chest, taking in every curve and muscle. He amused her by flexing his muscles under her fingertips. His blue eyes filled with adoration as he gazed at her, and she couldn't help but smile. Warmth spread through her body, both from the physical pleasure of kissing and touching him and the emotional connection she had with her mate. She felt superb.

The moonlight filtered through the arrow slat of a window, casting a sliver of light across their naked bodies.

Then their kisses grew more urgent, pressuring each other for more. They rubbed their naked bodies against each other, his staff full and eager to penetrate her tight sheath.

He caressed her breasts, making her nipples extend and the sensation was gloriously sensitive to his touch. She moaned, glad the stone walls were so thick that no one would hear them making love. He nipped at her neck, nuzzling her with his lips, then moved lower to latch his sensuous mouth onto one of her nipples and sucked. She nearly fell apart at the exquisite sensation.

He slid his hand down to her dewy curls and began stroking her gently between her legs at first, but as she writhed to his touch, the feeling rising in her like a wave about to crest, he pressed harder, faster. She felt the crest coming and then the pleasure hit hard, and she cried out with joy.

He quickly moved over her, readied himself, and drove his staff between her legs as if he couldn’t last if he didn’t right then. He thrust deep inside her and she wrapped her legs around him, accepting the length and volume of him, enjoying the ultimate, physical connection between them.

He continued to rock into her, kissing her cheeks, and her jaw, as she kissed his, loving his whiskery face. He was so virile; she couldn’t have been prouder to be his mate.

Then he slowed down, eased almost out of her, and dove in again. He began to hurry the process, and she felt his muscles tense right before he sent her falling over the edge of the waterfall and he groaned with release, filling her with his seed.

For a moment, they lay in silence, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, still clinging to one another. She loved this just as much.

Then he rolled onto his back and pulled her with him. Kissing the top of her head, he held her in his arms. She felt the warmth of his body against hers and smelled his musky scent, male and wolfish, a constant reminder of their beautiful relationship.

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