“I love feeling my cum slip from you.”
I set my head on his chest, listened to his heart beat as he ran his hand over me, up my spine, over my bottom again, and then back between my thighs.
He’d have to be put down.
Rob could die all because I couldn’t mate him.
I couldn’t do it. I had a job in Phoenix. I wasn’t Natalie Shefield. I wasn’t even the person his wolf needed. He couldn’t be stuck with me forever. Well, his forever would be short because he was going to die.
If there was another woman, someone else who his wolf liked, then he could mate her and wouldn’t die. The idea of him laying like this with another woman made me want to claw her imaginary eyes out.
“Shh,” he crooned, and his fingers slipped between my thighs to play. “I can practically hear your mind working. Don’t worry about me, angel. I’m the alpha of the pack. The alpha of you, too. I handle all the worries.”
I let out a puff of air at that. Ridiculous man—wolf. I didn’t mind his alpha male assertions though. All the men in law enforcement were alpha types. I was completely used to their style, and in my opinion, Rob wore it best of all the men I’d known. I wiggled my hips because his touch, remarkably gentle for everything we’d done together, was getting me going again. Especially since it was his cum that was making me so slick.
“Rob…”
“Let me play now.” He rolled us, so he was on top and slid down my body, nudging my legs wide as he went.
I pushed at his head. “Rob, I’m all messy.”
He looked up at me from between my thighs. He ran a finger through my trimmed patch of curls above my clit. “I like red here. Let me play. I love the scent of us together. Knowing you’re marked by me. This pussy is mine, angel. Any shifter will scent me on you now.”
He licked me, and I forgot everything. Only Rob. Only what he was giving me. I blinked my eyes open and stared at the ceiling as he ate me out. He was giving me everything, and even though I’d sucked his dick, I couldn’t give him what he really wanted. All of me. The real me.
Even I didn’t know who that was. I wasn’t Natalie Shefield. I wasn’t even Willow Johnson, for that was the name a social worker gave me when I first went into the system.
I might be a mate to Rob, but I was one hundred percent a lie.
20
ROB
I came in from the stables a week later to find Marina whipping up a storm in the kitchen. Colton and Boyd were both at her mercy, her calm orders getting them to do her bidding. Get the eggs from the fridge. Fill the big pot with water to boil. Not that platter. The big one.
Audrey sat at the table peeling potatoes. She didn’t look too thrilled, and as she was the first to admit she couldn’t cook, it was probably safest for her with a table between her and the sharp knives. While she could wield a scalpel in the operating room, she couldn’t chop onions without disaster.
“Where’s your phone, asshole?” Boyd demanded. He glanced up from the sink where he was filling a pot. “You haven’t returned any of my texts.”
I checked my back pocket, found it empty, then groaned. “I don’t know. I must’ve left it at Natalie’s last night.” The thing was probably dead by now.
For the past week, I’d spent all my spare hours over at the Shefield place. My wolf was happy. I was happy. My dick was happy. Natalie’s pussy was very happy. I made sure of it. While I was with her, I almost forgot that I was alpha. I thought of myself as her man. Her mate.
She wasn’t a wolf, so she didn’t understand the dynamics of me being alpha. Didn’t understand the importance of it, of what her role would be if she were the alpha’s mate. Some female shifters had wanted to be my mate for status alone, not for me. I’d learned that early on, still a teenager. A hard lesson, but I’d been careful ever since. I wasn’t keeping my position from her, but it didn’t really come up. Pretty much the only thing that did come up for the time we were together was my dick.
She wasn’t big on sleepovers, and I didn’t push, just spending evenings over there. She was fiercely independent—I had to respect that and take things slow although the closer it got to the full moon, the stronger my need was to mate her.
Alphas didn’t stop being alphas because of being sidetracked. It all came down to pussy. Sure, it was a crude term, but I loved Natalie’s. But I still had some pack princess from Canada coming down to meet me, and everyone wanted me to fall in love with her pussy. To be so obsessed with it that I’d sink my dick in it and bite her and end my moon madness once and for all. Or so they believed.