Page 85 of Pack Captive

“Do you trust me to protect you?” he breathed, sweeping my hair out of my face. He kissed my shoulder, his tongue running up my neck.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice strangled. All I wanted was for him to claim me entirely. “I trust you completely.”

He pulled out, then pushed back in, sending another thrill through me. “Would you take me as a mate, to protect you forever?”

Calian’s hips arched, and his cock hit a sensitive spot inside me that made me feel like I was turning to liquid.

His hands wrapped around my fist, squeezing me tightly. “I would never let you go. You would always be mine.”

Yes, my wolf purred.He gave you freedom. He understands you. He’s ours.

“Make me yours,” I told him, working myself back onto his cock when he pulled out. “You’re all mine, Calian.”

He rumbled low in his throat, driving in deep, his lips exploring my shoulder.

I felt the hard tension of fangs against my skin before the pain.

But it was only a brief flash, sending a hot frisson through my body, then the power inside me curled towards him, accepting him as mine.

He ran his tongue over the bite mark, and they healed over with my power’s help, gleaming as blue as my Caller runes.

“Good girl,” he growled. The deep sound made my pussy clench around him.

Calian sat up, pulling me upright to sit on his lap. His fingers slid over me, teasing my clit as I bounced on him.

“Now be a better girl and come all over me,” he commanded.

His lips found the glowing bite mark he’d left on me, and the sensation of his rough kiss on the mate mark, with his fingers teasing me, completely flooded my senses.

I gasped, arching against him as my climax shuddered through me. My pussy clamped hard around him, knees shaking as Calian played with me, drawing it out.

His cock pulsed and he groaned, releasing himself deep inside me.

We collapsed in a heap, breathing heavily and tangled around each other.

Calian enfolded me in his arms, gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His dark eyes moved over my face, then down to the permanent mark on my skin.

It glowed softly, casting a soft blue light.

“Don’t regret this,” he whispered. His brow furrowed. “I’m only the Second, and I don’t even have my own pack to bring to you…”

I put my hand to his mouth. “Calian. I don’t regret a thing and I never will.”

He smiled, his lips moving against my palm. I took my hand away and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

The last thing I felt before I went to sleep was his fingers tracing the mark, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek.

It felt like being in a pack again.

Being home.

26

Ayla

It almost scaredme how I felt when I woke up with Calian's arms wrapped around me.

Like I'd finally cut the last string holding myself to the old Ayla, the one who wanted nothing to do with Lykos but to use it as a last resort to defend my pack.

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