Page 24 of Rust the Rejected
I inhale deeply and lick my lips with a low growl. She blushes prettily and lifts her arms to pull my t-shirt on. My mouth salivates as her juicy tits jounce. The beaded rosy tips beg for me to suckle them. Hard. They disappear beneath the soft cotton, but their outline winks at me.
“Eyes up here, mister,” she says as she lifts my chin up with her index finger.
I dip my head in deference, then raise it with a scowl when she slips from my lap to sit on the floor beside me. I catch her thighs and pull her back. She shakes her head. Silky midnight strands sway around her face and down her back. She runs a hand through the white streak and blows a breath.
“That anaconda you’re packing is too much of a distraction. I need some space to think straight.”
I chuckle and acquiesce. But I keep her legs over my lap. She rolls her eyes and stays put. Then she takes a deep breath.
“My name is Natalie Glenns, youngest daughter of deceased Alpha Conchar Glenns and deceased Luna Eilín Glenns, younger sister to deceased Amanda Dunne, née Glenns, and aunt to deceased pup Aidan Dunne of the Olympia Wolves Pack in Washington State.”
My fated mate’s eyes fill with tears and her voice stutters as she speaks of her family. She swipes the tears with her fingers and continues. I bring her fingers to my mouth and kiss each one, licking the tears into my mouth. She swallows and smiles softly as her fingertips stroke my lips.
“My parents died from an unexpected affliction two years before my sister and her stillborn pup died in childbirth. Many of our members died with my parents, as did many she-wolves who were forced to breed to increase our losses. Unfortunately, Sam Dunne fought for and won the role of Alpha after my father passed away. He forced my sister to marry him, as she was the eldest daughter of the former Alpha, and Sam wanted to benefit from the prestige of my family’s legacy. The moment she took her last breath with Aidan in her arms, Sam turned to me and told me I would replace my sister as his mate. After I buried my sister and nephew beside my parents, I left my former pack that night.”
Her lower lip wobbles as more tears flow. I lift her onto my lap, away from my now flaccid cock. She rests her head against my rumbling chest. The vibrations lull her. With fingers twined in mine, she continues to tell me about her desire to help pregnant women and their unborn babies. The long hours of studying at college and medical school to finish early and with honors, then performing well during her residency. Her goal to make her applications appealing to the best OB-GYN departments in the nation. And how she chose Miami since it’s furthest from her former pack.
I tell her how I admire her drive and determination. She smiles softly but puts a finger to my lips and shakes her head.
“I had no desire to be amongst wolf shifters and no interest in a mate or pups. To avoid detection, I created a serum to suppress my wolf”—I balk, and she shakes her head rapidly—“Let me finish, Rust. The medicines from the hospital dispensary are meant to replace my supply I dropped the night I fell from the stepladder and landed in the ER. With you.”
She pauses to stare at me intensely. Sharp onyx eyes pierce my soul as she searches for any sign of judgment. I keep my expression open. She nods and goes on to explain the process and the return of her wolf.
My mind reels with her incredible discovery. Never have I heard of any shifter being able to suppress its animal half. Nothing in the Viking ancient texts I studied to learn their healing knowledge relayed anything of the sort.
Now, I understand how she went undetected by my wolf and by me. Plus, she couldn’t scent me as a wolf shifter. Amazing but dangerous.
“Natalie, I doubt it, but I have to ask. Have you shared your serum with anyone?”
“Absolutely not. If it were to get in the wrong hands...” She lets her words trail off as we both know the impact the serum could have on shifters and humans. And with her being the only one with the knowledge, she’s vulnerable.
I growl and hug her closer to me. She nuzzles against my neck, placing her palm over my heart. Her touch soothes me, and I bury my face in her silky hair.
“Now, do you understand my trust issues and negative reaction to you proclaiming us fated mates?” She asks softly.
I press a kiss to the crown of her head.
“Who can blame you? I get it.”
“And I can never let Sam find me. I don’t know what he’d do. But the thought of leaving the other she-wolves under his and his cronies’ thumbs sickens me. I just wish I knew how to save them.”
I sit back to stare directly into her eyes. Mine glow with my wolf who snarls and paces.
“Natalie Glenns Moore soon to be Ingolf, you are my fated mate. I will protect you and our pups with my life. Any threat to you I will destroy. Fear no one. Do you understand?”
Without hesitation, she responds, “Yes, Rust.”
“Good, girl. And you needn’t worry about the she-wolves. We will call my pack’s Alpha—about that fucker Sam’s wrongdoings. I’m sure the Alpha of the Los Angeles Wolves Pack will not appreciate one of the packs within his territory harming she-wolves. We treasure our females. Those with mates—fated or not—and unmated deserve the pack’s respect, love, and care.”
“Rust, are you sure? Do you think they’ll really help?” My fated mate asks eyes full of hope.
I nod and reposition her on my lap to reach into my pocket for my mobile. I pull up the FaceTime app.
“We’ll call him right now. I don’t want you to worry another minute.”
She squeezes my arm as a brilliant smile spreads across her face.
“Thank you!”
