I’m vaguely aware the fucker in front of me is now silent apart from his pathetic sobs.
“Nothing else? Is that all you have to say?” He shakes his head as his body trembles with the fear of his imminent death. Turning to Dom I ask, “You want the honors?” He nods once as he picks up a crowbar that’s hanging on the wall. I walk out, the sound of the shifter’s panic ringing in my ears as I close the door behind me.
Veronica
What is the claiming like? The unspoken question plays on the tip of my tongue as I take a seat in the high-back, black leather chair in the corner of Vince’s room.
Yesterday was nothing more than fun. It was the first time in a long time that I’ve felt alive. Perhaps that could explain why I’m riddled with emotions that pile on top of one another.
“You were right; it ended quickly,” Vince states.
Burying down the unwanted emotions, I nod. “It was much better without me there.” Taking in the modern furniture that’s quite masculine and not at all to my liking, along with his king-sized bed, I comment, “We’ll have to add an addition if you expect me to stay here.”
There’s a darkness of worry that stretches in Vince’s gaze. “I can’t leave my pack.”
“I’m aware, but I can’t store my shoes in your closet, so … addition?” I offer him, again feeling a war brewing inside of me. The air feels lighter even, as if it threatens to dizzy my thoughts. In a quick motion, a flash of a second, I rid myself of my dress.
“We can build on whatever you’d like,” Vince agrees easily, his gaze moving to my bra that I quickly undo and toss in his direction.
“You’re insatiable,” he comments and I ignore it, other than to smirk. I’m not usually, but him … inwardly I remind myself that vampires are not susceptible to the “heat” of a mate’s desire. Yet … I feel this unyielding pull.
“I’d like you to tell me everything about this pack.” In another quick movement, one I’m not certain Vince can even register, I rid myself of my lace garter and panties, leaving myself bared to him. “The coven knows very little … other than the basics filed with the Authority.”
Vince grins back at me. “About your pack, you mean.”
My grip tightens on the armrest. I am his mate. There’s a fluttering in my heart that wasn’t there before.
Cocking my brow, I correct myself. “Yes, my big bad wolf.” I spread my legs, exposing my cunt to him and with a single finger I motion him to come to me. “Let me come on your tongue first and then you’ll tell me everything about my pack.”
His asymmetric grin does something awful to me. It pulls something from deep within and heats my body from head to toe all at once. As he crawls to me, his hulking shoulders flexing and his silver gaze never leaving mine, I feel more vulnerable now than I can ever remember.
His touch is hot as his hand grips the inside of my calves, spreading my legs wider for his broad shoulders. In between kisses up my leg to my inner thigh he tells me, “I’ll get you off.”
Kiss. “And then tell you about our pack.” Kiss. “Our history.” Kiss. “The claiming that will happen tomorrow.” Kiss. “And anything else you want to know.”
My fingers splay through his hair as my head falls back and his lips find my clit. He sucks gently and then his large hands take possession of my hips, pulling me closer to him. My legs wrap around his shoulders as I lean back, getting lost in his touch.
He pulls back, staring at my slick folds, and whispers, “We only have one night together, and then we have forever.”
Forever. My heart stirs in a way it’s not meant to at the word. Before it can take command of my thoughts, Vince devours me and delivers me pleasure like I’ve never felt before.
Grace
Impatience is my sole companion as I stare at the bedroom door, waiting on Devin. We need to talk. I’m still coming to terms with everything that’s happened and I’m sure as hell not ready to be a mother.
Pups? Do I give birth to a wolf? I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown as I pace the length of Devin’s massive bed. My only identity is his mate. That’s who I am. He’s taken control of everything and left me with only his plans for our future. I feel backed into a corner and yet I keep thinking if only he didn’t leave me alone with my thoughts, I’d be fine. I know deep down I can trust him and I’m very aware that I love him with every part of my being. But the idea of submitting and not knowing what his plans are … it puts me on edge in a way I’m certain changes my life. I don’t want to be a baby factory and that seems to be exactly what Devin’s plan entails.