Page 19 of Stalked By the Wolf

My thrusts become frantic, wild, animalistic, and Claire’s cries of pleasure grow louder.

Just as I sense she’s about to tumble over the edge, Ibrush the soft curls away from her neck and pierce her tender flesh. There’s a higher-pitched cry as I sink my fangs into her, but it’s pain intertwined with pleasure.

The sharpness of Claire’s blood mixes with the bitterness of my venom, and I thrust in so deep I hit the very end of her channel.

Her entire body goes taut as her orgasm takes her, and the feeling of her body milking my cock shatters me into a million pieces.

Slowly, carefully, I withdraw my fangs and lick away the blood. Hot, sticky cum seeps between my mate’s thighs as our scents merge into one heady fragrance. Wolf and angel, leather and honeysuckle. My female. My mate.

Sliding out of Claire, I roll onto my back and pull her over top of me.

Just like that, my wolf curls up, and that tightness in my chest eases. For the first time I can ever remember, I feel whole.

CHAPTER NINE

CLAIRE

After Sebastian givesme his mark, I fall into a deep sleep. I’m not sure if it’s the adrenaline or the sex or something in his venom, but my body is completely spent.

And yet, I can’t seem to get enough of this male. When I’m roused in the night by the feeling of his hard, silky cock against me, I’m instantly engulfed by need.

I lose count of my orgasms, and by the time the sun rises the next morning, there’s a pleasant soreness between my legs and my mind is calm.

Dane will never threaten me again. Sebastian made sure of it. Sebastian, my mate and protector. The thought makes a smile tug at my lips.

Just yesterday, I was all alone in the world, facing the prospect of raising this baby all on my own while trying to keep it a secret from his biological father. Today, I have a mate.

Carefully disentangling myself from Sebastian, Islide out of bed and stare down at the male who saved me not once, but twice. The shades in the house must be on some kind of timer, because they’re drawn over the wall of glass. Only a few slivers of morning light shine through the gaps along the edges, illuminating thin white scars along Sebastian’s sides.

I shudder.

The terror I felt when I came downstairs to find him facing off against Dane was eclipsed only by the horror of watching him collapse in the blood-soaked snow and shift back into a man.

I saw the lacerations all over his body when his pack brothers carried him inside. No human could have survived wounds like that, and yet the deep gashes from the bear shifters’ claws look as though they’ve had months to heal.

It seems I have a lot to be grateful for.

Slipping into Sebastian’s extravagant en suite bathroom, I pause in front of the mirror to examine the little half-moon scar that’s formed in the dip between my neck and shoulder. Like Sebastian’s wounds, the mark has already healed to the point that it’s just a glistening white crescent. Running my fingers over the raised skin, I feel a surge of pride.

Of all the women in the world, Sebastian choseme.

“Us,” I whisper to the little being growing inside of me.

Warmth blooms in my chest as I tiptoe back into the room and pull on the clothes I borrowed last night.I go downstairs to check on Shadow, and my jaw drops at the views from Sebastian’s windows.

The snowy mountains are laid out in a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree panoramic view. The first rays of sunshine shining through the trees make the snow coating the branches glisten, and a few quiet deer stand in the blood-flecked snow, their necks bent as they forage for food.

Even though Nick and Maddox boarded up the broken window before they left, the entire first floor is freezing. I slip into the downstairs bathroom to freshen Shadow’s water before donning Sebastian’s giant puffer jacket and boots and letting myself out the back door.

Trying to ignore the evidence of last night’s carnage, I pick my way down the hill toward the little outbuilding on the edge of the woods. It’s quieter on Sebastian’s mountaintop than any place I’ve ever been. The only sound apart from the wind in the trees is the quiet pecking of a bird against the side of the house.

The door to the outbuilding is cracked, so I push it open. Motion-sensor lights flick on when I walk inside, illuminating screens mounted on every inch of available wall space and what appears to be a state-of-the-art computer setup.

I let out a low whistle. Even though Sebastian told me what he does for a living, seeing his workspace all laid out is still impressive.

I’m startled by the sound of a door sliding shut in the distance and jump about a foot in the air. My hipbangs into the side of the desk, jiggling the ergonomic mouse.

All the screens instantly flash to life, illuminating dozens of security feeds. I recognize a few of them from rooms in Sebastian’s house. There’s even a view of his guest bathroom where I took a bath the night before. But that’s not all that’s familiar.

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