“Never.”
“Don’t push me away.”
I shake my head, wanting to kiss her again.
“You’ll be mine, for real this time?”
“Always belonged to you,mon doux.Never stopped belonging to you. Never stopped loving you.”
She gasps, her weight still supported by the wall and my hands.
“You’ve never said it before. None of us have said it before.”
“We were fucking stupid, Charlotte. You should have known every day that I love you—that we love you. I’m going to be a good Alpha to you.” I squeeze her ass because I don’t have a free hand to touch her face. “Let me love you, okay?”
Her hands cup my jaw, her thumbs rubbing soft circles on my cheekbones. Her blue eyes shine as she smiles. “Okay, only if you let me love you too.”
I smile. “That’s all I need.”
“Good, because I love you too, Mikael.”
My lips are on her again, and I can’t describe the all-consuming feeling of trust and care in this moment. I’ve never told someone I love them before. It’s like it’s been reserved for Charlotte this whole time. Like we had to go through all this horrible shit, be broken down into traumatic little fragments, so that we could be pieced together into something stronger and imperfectly beautiful.
We had to break for me to understand what she deserves, what my pack deserves. We’re not complete without each other. This pack is built on a lot of hurt, but a lot of love too.
“I love you,” I say breathlessly between kisses. It feels like so much weight and internal struggle has been taken off my shoulders to finally be able to say it. To communicate fully how much she means to me. How much being a pack together is more important than anything.
“I need you, Mikael,” she says, grinding against me, but between the layers, I feel nothing.
“Gonna need to be fast.”
“I don’t care. Give me what’s mine,” she says in a demanding tone. I can’t help but grin, missing this side of her so fucking much.
“You want my cock,mon sucre d’érable?”
“I want fucking everything.”
I groan and put her on her feet, so I can slide down my pants, and the velcro is so damn loud as I push my breezers down as fast as I can. I go to take my shin guards off, but Charlotte is already grabbing me by the neck to bring me down for more kisses. Not being able to resist or wanting to strain my neck, I want to put her in the same position we were in.
“My leggings,” she says, and I look down at her dress and leggings, then lick my lips.
“Fuck ‘em.” I lift her dress past her hips and grip the hem at her crotch, ripping a hole. The noise is satisfying as I pick her back up and push her against the wall. My hand goes between us as I feel how wet her panties are. “Still always so wet for your Alpha, aren’t you?”
“Always,” she pants as I push the material to the side and stroke my thumb against her clit a few times.
“Fuck, how am I supposed to make this quick? I want to devour you,mon sucre d’érable.I missed you and this pussy.” I accentuate the statement by strumming her clit softly. “So fucking much.”
“Please, Mikael.”
“Only if you promise we get to take this slower later. I want to taste you and knot you so many fucking times you can’t walk the next day.”
She moans at my words and nods her head.
“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”
“Yes! Please, please, Mikael.”
“Always so sweet when you beg.”
