Page 54 of Once You Go Pack
“Tell me what you want,” he breathed against her lips.
“You,” she breathed, her body arching into his.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Their second time was slower, more deliberate, as if Cade was savoring every inch of her. His hands worshiped her body, his lips tracing a path down her neck, her collarbone, and her breasts. When he finally entered her again, it was with a reverence that left her breathless.
“You’re all mine,” he whispered as he moved within her.
“Always,” she replied, her hands gripping his back as her pleasure built.
Their orgasms came quickly and more intensely than in the shower, and she marveled at how this man made her so sexually satisfied. This was everything she could have ever hoped for.
When they finally lay spent on the rug, Mila’s head resting on his chest, Cade’s fingers idly played with her hair. “How are you this perfect?” he asked, his voice filled with awe.
She smiled, tracing the muscle of his arm with her fingertips. “You bring it out in me, I guess.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “Well, I think I’m just getting started.”
Mila glanced up at him. “Oh, I think you’ve already started quite a bit, don’t you?”
He grinned, flipping her onto her back and pinning her beneath him. “Well, then let’s keep going.”
Their third time was on the bed, and by then, Mila was thoroughly exhausted but exhilarated. Cade’s stamina was unmatched, and she quickly realized that his appetite for her was as relentless as his wolf instincts.
“Are you trying to wear me out?” she teased as he hovered above her, his body warm and solid against hers.
“Maybe,” he replied, his lips brushing hers. “Or maybe I’m just making sure you know exactly how much you mean to me.”
Mila wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Oh, I think I’m getting the message loud and clear.”
By the time they finally fell asleep, tangled in each other’s arms, Mila couldn’t help but have pleasant dreams. Their future together was going to be anything but ordinary—filled with passion, adventure, and a love that burned brighter than the twin moons of Nova Aurora.
TWENTY
CADE
Cade stood at the windows of his office, not his father’s office anymore, watching the twin moons cast silver light across the peaks of the Ice Mountains. Seven days had passed in a blur of duty and desire being balanced precariously. It had been seven days since he’d defeated Zarik in the duel, eight days since his father’s funeral, and nine days since he’d officially claimed Mila as his mate. The enormity of how much had changed still left him reeling.
My perfect mate.
The thought sent a possessive thrill through him every damn time. His wolf practically purred with satisfaction whenever he caught sight of her golden hair gleaming in the corridors or heard her laugh echoing from the training grounds where Lyra put her through increasingly demanding exercises.
Speaking of which—the sound of clashing metal drifted up from the courtyard below. Cade’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he spotted Mila sparring with one of his most skilled warriors. She moved with a fluid grace that shouldn’t have been possible for someone who’d only been training for a week, her sword work growing more precise with each session.
“She’s adapting faster than any wolf-born female I’ve ever trained,” Martin’s voice came from behind him.
Cade didn’t turn around, but his chest swelled with pride. “I know. It’s like watching her soul remember this place.”
“The ancestral connection runs deep,” Martin observed, moving to stand beside him at the window. “Even the pack elders are starting to whisper about it. They say she moves like the moons guide her steps.”
That was exactly what Cade had been noticing. Ever since he’d marked her, completing their mate bond, Mila had been instinctively picking up on wolf cues that should’ve taken months to learn. She anticipated pack dynamics, understood territorial boundaries without being taught, and her combat instincts were sharp enough to rival seasoned warriors.
She was always meant to be here,his wolf insisted, and Cade couldn’t argue with that assessment.
“There’s something else,” Martin continued, his tone growing more serious. “The whispers about Zarik aren’t just rumors. My sources confirm he’s been meeting with rogue wolves from other territories. Whatever he’s planning, it’s not over.”
Cade’s jaw tightened, but he tried to remain calm. “Let him scheme. He lost the duel, and the council witnessed it. Any move he makes now will only expose his true nature.”
“And if he targets Mila?”
