Page 16 of Stormbinder King
“Crave,” he said, wrapping his hand around my throat and pulling me closer, and I melted into him, opening my thighs eagerly for my new mate. “Icraveyou, I need you so badly.”
My heart was thudding painfully.
“So that’s how you claim a mate here?” I whispered, feeling a heady mix of fear and arousal, awestricken that I had been the one he had chosen. He could have had anyone.
“Yes,” Jack murmured.
His lips tasted tart and smoky from the herbs as he gently nudged my legs apart.
My cunt and thighs ached from his size, but I opened eagerly, panting, my hips undulating.
“I need you inside me,” I whispered, feeling bold with my newfound mate.
Mate
That meant my stutter didn’t matter, my shyness didn’t matter, the fact that I wasn’t wealthy and sophisticated and clever didn’t matter.
Even though it was in a strange and unfamiliar land, I was more accepted here than I ever had been.
Jack picked up my leg, kissing down the length, and I stretched, having to grip the bedsheets to keep myself from moaning with need.
“I love you too,” I said, still a bit shy, but knowing in my heart it was true.
I had always been a romantic. Always believed in true love, in love at first sight. But I just hadn’t been sure it would happen tome.
“From the f-first moment I sawyou. I-I couldn’t look away. Even in your shifted form.”
Jack grinned, and I saw the wolf inside flash silvery in his eyes.
“Then that’s perfect, isn’t it?”
He carefully positioned the engorged head of his cock at my entrance and began to press inside.
6
Breakfast in the tree house kitchen was a light, airy flat cake and some savory dried meat, and after we had eaten Jack guided me carefully down the rope ladder.
In the early morning light, the treetop village gleamed as the nighttime fog rolled away, leaving the ground wet with dew.
“Where are all the women from last night?” I asked as we hit the ground.
Jack laughed. “They’re gone now. Moonbright Night is just about hunting and sex. Unless you happen to find your fated mate.”
He squeezed my hip gently and I felt myself blush with delight.
Then he told me about his Pack. Their Pack was large—dozens of families of shifters, a mixture of the more powerful Alphas and helper Betas. The Stormbinder Pack was nomadic but these were their summer lands, and each family unit had their own treehouse.
“Whose treehouse is beside you?” I asked curiously.
“My brother’s,” he said shortly.
Jack’s was the tallest, constructed right next to his brother’s, but a little taller, its place in the trees a little higher.
I wondered what his brother was like, but I didn’t press. I didn’t have any siblings, and maybe they didn’t get along.
The first morning after the hunt it was like waking up in a dream, the mist clearing slowly in the window, the heavy lush forest laid like a dark fairy land around me in all directions.
But like the kind of fairies thatbit.
