“I can’t wait to meet your wolf,” I tell her, longing to see her white fur. I know it’ll be the same color as my own.
She glances back at me, her big blue eyes dancing over me and landing appreciatively on my knot. But rather than reach for it, she goes back to her task of moving pillows around and stuffing clothes into specific places. My sheets are all tangled up as well, something she did with her legs.
“Do you need any more blankets?” I ask.
Ashlyn looks at me again.
And then resumes her task.
She’s done this a lot these last few days, her nonverbal behavior rather amusing considering her penchant for riddles.
All she wants is for me to use my mouth in other ways that don’t involve talking, which is fine by me. I love the way she tastes. Love making her come. Fuck, I’m pretty sure I loveher.
Which feels a little insane, but her mind is fucking fascinating. I knew she was altruistic before. However, hearing some of her memories and her thought processes around them just drives the point home even more.
This Omega is special and not just because she can see the future.
She’s an amazing woman, too. Carefully crafting phrases and words to help others find a destined path.
Sacrificing herself to ensure her friends survive.
Ensuring I found my sister, no matter the personal cost.
She’s a martyr.
It’s a trait I admire, but one we will be discussing more when she’s of sound mind. Because she can’t keep putting herself in danger to save others.
My wolf won’t allow it.
Instead, we’ll work together.
Grow as a mated pair.
Embrace the future as bondmates.
Fortunately, I don’t seem to have acquired any new fortune telling talents from her. But I’m pleased she can make runes. Those will serve her well for protection.
“Alpha.” She presents her rump, making me smirk.
“You want to christen the nest?” I ask, coming to kneel behind her and press my cock to her pretty little ass.
“Knot me.”
Her demand is cute. I press a kiss to her shoulder blade, then spin her around and flatten her on her back.
She growls, clearly having wanted me to fuck her from behind.
Too bad for her, I want to do it from the front so I can kiss her talented mouth.
I slide into her in a single thrust, her slick abundant and hot.
She arches into me and I palm her breast, then lean down to press my lips to hers. She opens for me, waiting for my tongue. Then scratches her nails down my back to coax me into moving.
I love this feral side of her. It matches my beast’s savage needs.
And it makes fucking so much more fun.
Because she gives as good as she takes.
