Page 32 of The Strongest Wolf

She looks down, and her eyes meet mine.

And something in them… the soft emotion flaring in her silver eyes steals away the urgent need to take her hard and fast. If only for a moment.

I gaze up at her, marveling at her beauty. At the feel of her. That she’s here, and that she’s mine.

Love makes you vulnerable.

It’s not the first time the thought has entered my mind, but it smashes into me again.

After losing my fated mate and having my sister turn her back on me, no one knows the truth of it better than I do. When you open yourself up to it, there’s always that fear that a door will slam shut in your face—and if it did, you know it would destroy you.

I read the same fear in Sierra’s eyes every time she holds back from saying the words. It’s only in moments like this, when our bodies are locked together, that she will let me see.

“I know,” I whisper.

She lowers her head, and her lips find mine. Her hips rock as I plunge my tongue into hers, mirroring what I want to do with my cock. Whimpering, she shoves herself against me as I lift my hips to drive deeper into her. The air is rich with sex, sweat, and Sierra’s amber-peach scent, a combination that always drives me wild and one I will never get enough of.

I swallow her soft gasps, pumping into her a little harder now, the growing pressure at the base of my cock warning me that I can’t hold back much longer.

She grinds her soft, curvy ass against me, and I groan.

That’s it.

No more. I can’t wait any longer.

I roll, coming down on top of her as I take over, moving harder now. Her hands stroke up my back, nails breaking skin as she arches beneath me.

And then I feel it, her body tightening and releasing mine in a fierce hold that drags me right over the edge.

I throw my head back on a roar as I gather her even tighter, holding her still when she shudders and gasps beneath me. Pleasure explodes in my brain as I strain, pushing deeper as I spill every drop of myself within her.

She whimpers and bucks through her release as I jerk and groan through mine.

Finally, the tension leaves my body and I slump over her, my lips searching for hers. And as she wraps her arms and legs around me, kissing me back with the same urgency as I’m kissing her, a thought flickers through my mind.

How could I have lived so long without you?

Long minutes later, I roll us so she’s lying on my chest, press my lips against her throat and say the words in my head that would send her running if I said them out loud.

I love you, Sierra Bree. Now, tomorrow… forever.

7

SIERRA

“So… a breakfast date with my brother. How was that?” At the teasing note in Eden’s voice, I turn away from Galen as he disappears into the forest with a phone clamped to his ear.

After returning to the Blackshaw packhouse, he told me he had some things to talk about with Dom and suggested I chat with Eden instead of heading back to the cabin alone.

Relaxed and content after experiencing something I never believed I ever would—fun running as a wolf with someone else—I didn’t want to leave him. I think I would have preferred to spend the rest of today just snuggled together on the couch in our cabin.

But when I parted my lips to tell him that, I caught myself just in time.

Would Galen think I was acting lovesick? Probably not. But would it sound like I was being clingy? To me, yes. So I kept my mouth shut.

Soon, Galen is going to tell me it’s time to leave, and when he does, it might be weeks or even months before I see Eden again. I should be making the most of the time we have left, not mooning after him, so I refocus on Eden sitting beside me on the top porch step.

“No need to wiggle your eyebrows like that,” I mutter, hoping to hell the flush I feel heating my cheeks isn’t surface level. “Nothing happened.”

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