Page 90 of Arranged Wolf's Nanny
Her core clenched. She groaned, throat vibrating around his cock.
That was all it took for the last of his control to snap.
With a snarl, he wrenched her off the floor and threw her over his shoulder, one arm holding her thighs tight as he strode up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
She pretended to fight. To snarl and squirm. He swatted her ass, containing her movements with delicious ease.
Without preamble, he stalked into his room, throwing her onto the bed. She scrambled upright, but not fast enough to stop him pinning her down and pulling her legs apart, sinking into her with a victorious growl.
She keened, fingernails scraping down his back.
It only encouraged him on.
He pounded into her without mercy, claiming her so completely she could barely breathe. But she loved it. God, she loved it. She moaned with wild abandon, crying his name, begging him to go harder, go faster. He was everywhere. Inside her, on top of her, surrounding her. She didn’t know where she ended and he began.
And it was delicious.
She came suddenly, violently, yelping as her walls clenched around him. His eyes glittered in dark, victorious glee, and he redoubled his efforts, taking whatever he wanted from her pliant flesh.
It wasn’t long before he reached his own crescendo, roaring her name, and he spilled inside of her.
Afterwards, he was always like a completely different male.
He held her close, stroking her hair, murmuring how good she was, how perfect, how beautiful. She melted into him, her brain a happy, fuzzy daze, content to let him pour out his adoration.
And oh, how he adored her.
And she told him.
She drifted off to sleep, safe in his arms.
Epilogue - Rick
The grand reopening of the Pine Shadow Club was, predictably, a celebration that lasted nearly a week. Construction had taken nearly two years since Red Teeth and his males had blown it up. It had been over a year since they had defeated the Black Claws.
He barely dared think it. But they were safe. Truly, completely safe.
It was all he had ever wanted for his pack. It was why he had bent the knee to Felix all those years ago. Why he had fought and bled and nearly died.
It was all for his pack. His family. His daughter.
His mate.
Even Dane couldn’t manage much longer, not after days straight of endless partying. They were collapsed in the private lounge off Felix’s office, sprawled across sofas and chairs, lazily chatting and laughing as music pounded from the rec room below.
Nicolas and Daisy were curled together by the fire, watching Gracie toddle around with Max. Thea was downstairs with Logan and Danny, Felix’s two boys, the three troublemakers at the heart of the revelry. Felix himself was lounging in a chair, Cassie perched on its arm, one arm lazily thrown around her hips. Dane was in the armchair opposite, and Lola sat between his legs, his chin propped on her shoulder as he gazed at his little daughter. Their son, Sammy, chewed on a toy wolf at their feet.
Rick had claimed the sofa, Rosalia tucked into his side, her feet curled up beneath her. She was laughing at something Cassie had said, some quip about Dane’s stamina.
Rick wasn’t really listening. He didn’t need to. He was content just to take it all in, to memorize the warmth of Rosalia’s body against him, the low vibrations of her laugh.
Perhaps it was the tiredness.
Or perhaps, after so many years, he’d finally learned how to relax.
It was rather a nice thought.
The door swung open, and Eva ran in, giggling as Thea chased her. She hopped up onto the sofa, burrowing under Rosalia’s arm with a soft sigh, as Thea collapsed on the carpet in front of her parents.
