I scrub my eyes with my palms.
She’s trembling on top of me.
I look at her and her eyes are soft, but she shivers. I can see she’s overcome with emotion, too, but hers is threaded with confusion where my emotions are sure.
I wrap my arms around her, and my body temperature rises to get her warm. I’ll make her sure.
“Talk to me?” she pleads in a soft voice. “We have a lot to talk about. But… I… Fuzz… I don’t even know where to start. What happened out there? You’re so angry.”
I let out a sigh and pull her tighter to me. She feels good. She feels right. She feels like the thing I was missing that I didn’t know I was missing until I caught her scent.
She looks up at me with those lavender eyes, her bottom lip in a pout as if she’s about to cry.
She wants to talk. She wants my words. I’m not good with words.
I caress my mark on her with my thumb and briefly touch my lips to her little nose. “I’ve never spoken to another like me except for my uncle, who died.”
“You’ve been alone a long time?” she asks.
I nod. “He, that Riley, he’s Riley Savage, of my blood and he said words that felt like a fist thrust into my gut. I had no time to decide what to do about that. I didn’t want him near you. I feared he would hurt you or try to attack me so he could take you.” I push my anger back at the notion of that. “I don’t care what happens to me, but nothing can ever happen to you, Ivy. Nothing. My purpose in life is to shelter and provide for my family. You are my family.”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and her eyes rove my face.
I want to fuck her again. This soon. I want to spend my life inside her. Making her whimper. Feeling her body respond to me. My hand grazes the curve of her ass and I feel my cock harden again.
“I need you again,” I tell her.
“Tyson, wait. I’m sore.”
“What’s sore?” I bristle.
Is she hurt? Have I not noticed an injury?
“My…” Her face goes pink. “My princess parts. And my legs. And even my arms. I feel bruised all over.”
“What can I do?” I move the blanket away and begin to examine her body, searching for signs of injury.
“Just… don’t try to make love to me right now. My body just needs a break.”
I frown. I’ve worn her out with all my… lovemaking. I can’t help the grin that comes out, that spreads into a smile.
Smiling is new for me. I like how it feels.
“I’ve worn you out already? This is going to be a problem.”
She blinks in shock.
“Because I plan to love you often. You’ll have to toughen up, little mate.”
She frowns. And then she shakes her head. “Anyway, what made you talk about a wedding ring and calling me Ivy Savage?”
She’s not amused. My smile goes away.
“I’ve marked you as my mate. You’re now mine.”
She shakes her head. “Not where I come from. A wedding is part of all that and part of a wedding is me agreeing to it, which I can’t do within just hours of meeting somebody. Somebody that abducted me.”
“Did you not spread wide for me? Weren’t you the vixen who grabbed my head when I licked your little cunt, so that I couldn’t stop?”
“That’s not…” Her face goes a delicious red color. “That’s not the same as a wedding. Fucking isn’t marriage.”
I graze my mark on her with my fingertips. “No. Fucking isn’t marriage. But this mark is. I’ve fucked women before, but never have I known by their scent that they are mine. Never have I tracked them until I got to them and never have I marked or knotted one. Until you. You are my mate. My only one. This mark means I’ll marry no other.”
“Knotted? What is that?”
“Part of my cock grows larger inside you so that I can’t be dislodged, so that I can fill you with my seed. We’ll do that when you’re in heat so that you can give me children, but we do that otherwise, for both our pleasure. I’ve never knotted inside anyone but you. It’s never been this good, Ivy. Not even close to this good.”
13
Ivy
I won’t admit to him that it’s never been this good for me either. It’s going to be tricky enough to get away from him as it is.
It’s been about twelve hours and he’s fucked me numerous times. And I’ve let him! He’s fucked me raw. He thinks we’re married.
I’ve never been in such a dick daze in my life. If I weren’t so sore, I’d let him do me again. He’s good at it, better at it than any guy I’ve been with. There haven’t been many, but it also hasn’t been that few. I’ve done it enough to know there are men who are good at it and men who are not so good at it. But Tyson? He’s the best at it.
If this is real. If werewolves are real and this isn’t just one long, drawn-out multi-chapter fever dream.
This guy has smoldering good looks with his tanned and muscled skin, his sexy long hair, and his piercing green eyes. His large calloused hands won’t stay off me. Those full lips won’t stop dotting kisses across my skin. The mark he left on my neck is like having a second clitoris and he won’t stop touching it. He’s calling me by his last name and talking about getting me a wedding ring. Oh, and when he saw my breasts he talked about me nourishing our children. My head spins. Speaking of which, I need to take my birth control pill. I take it every morning and here we are hours since waking up. I haven’t a clue what time it is; the clocks in this place are dead and I’m not wearing a watch. My phone is… I don’t even know if I have my phone. I need my bag.
God, I hope when he dumped shit out of my bag in my car that he didn’t dump my pills and my phone.
I need away from his voodoo sex magic for a minute, so I can think. So I can clear my head and think. Figure out how to get out of here.
Okay, the plan: Take my pill, get outta here, get my car towed out of the valley and get it fixed, and then get to the store in time for its grand opening the day after tomorrow.
Yep. I had a lot to figure out.
“Get dressed, little mate. We’re going to town.”
“Town?”
“I hadn’t shifted in years, so the pantry is practically empty. Only one can of fruit left. And some canned fish. I don’t like canned fish.”
He taps my bottom and gets out of the bed.
“I need a shower. I have all your…” I make a face. “All over me.”
He smiles. “Just down around inside your thighs. I’d like it all over you, though.” He looks at me thoughtfully and then turns and puts his knee on the bed, ready to crawl back to me.
“No! Bad.” I smack his hand and he startles. “Back up. I’m sore. You can’t do me again.”
He smiles wide. He has a beautiful smile.
I smile back, my sternness melting away. My belly flipflops.
Gah. No. I scoot to the bottom of the bed to get out of it and head toward the bathroom but then his large hands are on my hips and he brings my back against his front. His mouth touches down on that mark on my neck. My head rolls to the right to give him better access.