Her Biker Wolf (Obsessed Mates 2)

10

Forge

It’s not in my nature to delegate stuff. To wait for things to happen. I’ve always been a wolf to confront trouble head on. So, this relying on others shit is turning me a little insane. But it’s worth it. All I care about is protecting Maya.

Five days have passed and so far, there’s been no big news. Meredith is okay—no one else has bothered her in the bar. I’ve got a couple of good people working for me. Beau, an investigator in Perdue is doing a bunch of techie-tracking stuff on his computer, while another guy—let’s say an old adversary who owes me a favor—is on the ground, trying to pick up Demetrius’s trail. Someone broke into my shop a couple of days ago, made a real mess, apparently. Grinder, of course. I’ve vowed he’s gonna pay for that, big time, but otherwise, I don’t really give a damn.

Weird. If I’d gotten that news a couple of weeks ago, it would’ve pissed me off big time. But now—Maya is the only thing that matters to me. This beautiful angel and her wellbeing.

If it was up to me, I’d keep her here forever. Truth is, I’d be happy to abandon my shop and the life I’ve built in Perdue Town, and spend the rest of our lives here, on this little island. I’d hunt all our food; we could grow a vegetable garden or some shit; then we’d spend our lives loving and fucking until we had a whole den of little pups. I could build out an extension so we had plenty of space; each kid would have its own room. Maya could tutor them. She’s real smart.

Daydreams.

Is it wrong to want to be stuck in this beautiful limbo forever?

If it was up to me, I’d abandon Demetrius to his hot-headed revenge mission. I’m pretty sure nothing good is gonna come of it.

But I can’t.

Because Maya is worried about her mom.

Which makes me worried.

She calls her mom every day, gives her cheerful updates. All vague stuff about how she thinks she’s making some progress. And she never mentions me—her werewolf mate. It kind of hurts, but I guess I can’t blame her. I’ll meet her mom one day, try my best to charm her. Maya says I’m charming. I don’t see it personally, but I’ll go with that. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure her mom sees me as the perfect son-in-law.

Making Maya pregnant right now would solve a lot of problems, I think, watching her as she pads across the cabin, bringing a glass of water from the kitchen. Although she doesn’t share the blood of Demetrius’s pack, she shares his blood, and a baby that united his pack and mine should be enough to diffuse the situation. I say, should, because I don’t trust his crazy ass one bit. When someone’s been raised with nothing but revenge on their mind, it’s gonna be a tough thing to abandon.

Sprawled out on the bed, I take in the soft curve of Maya’s belly, the little pink nipples that peek through the curtain of blonde hair that hangs over her lovely round tits, and her bare little pussy.

I’ve banned clothing on the island. Laid down a few laws, in fact. I also get to taste her sweet peach whenever I want. She also doesn’t get to come until I say so.

I know it’s wrong, but I can’t resist.

And she complains, but I can tell she loves it. Oh, she makes out she’s all embarrassed at being naked all the time. Especially outdoors.

What if someone is watching us with binoculars, Forge?

But every time I touch her, she’s dripping wet. Ready for me to plunge my cock into her.

And I’ve been taking advantage of that, big time. Fucking her every which way, all over the cabin, and on the porch and in the lake. I can’t understand how her tiny pussy can take my cock, but it does. She stretches around me again and again, crying out in ecstasy as I pound into her. Gripping my ass with both hands, pulling me in deeper. Screaming out my name when I plow her from behind.

I reckon I’ve got three more days until she’s in heat, and then… well, she told me she’s not ready for babies yet.

Guess I’ll have to keep my cock locked up in a cage or something.

She flounces over, holding out the glass of water to me.

But I shake my head. “There’s something much sweeter that I want to taste.”

She puts the glass down on the nightstand and a look of delight crosses her pretty face.

“Come sit on my face, honey,” I tell her.

Momentarily, she looks confused. I’ve never licked her in this position before.

“Come on,” I croon. “Come ride Forge’s face a little.”

Hesitantly, she clambers astride me, pale golden limbs arranging themselves. Then, very slowly, she lowers her little peach onto my face.