My cock began to ache, needing more. I reached to grab it, but my mate took my hand and pushed it against the bed.
“I’ve got you, omega,” he said, and began jerking me with his other hand, in time with his own thrusts.
There was nothing I could do to hold back my orgasm with him touching me like that while he was inside me, and I no longer tried. I came, crying out his name, my cum spurting between us. He helped me right through my orgasm before slamming into me a final time and reaching his own, his knot filling me as his cum shot inside.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Yes, alpha. Yours. All yours.”
There was so much we needed to figure out about my herd, poachers, all the dangers that still existed. But in that moment, none of it mattered. All that did was us and this beautiful bond we just created.
14
BRYDEN
Creven has sent word that Roland and I needed to work and to choose where we wanted to be. It wasn’t a permanent decision. Besides, we weren’t yet members of the pack and we might never be, but he wanted to see how we fit in.
I chose the library, and Roland wanted to assist the healer who was new to the pack herself.
Otto welcomed me as I walked in. The Stoney River pack library was barely bigger than a closet, though that was a slight exaggeration. It covered the space of three cabins having been extended recently, and it’d been Otto’s concept from start to finish. He’d recently handed over the day-to-day running to another shifter.
Evelyn was the pack’s librarian. It was a grand-sounding title, but she was the only employee, and she also greeted me with a smile on my arrival.
“It’s a tiny space,” Otto told me, but he was beaming with pride as he surveyed his creation.
“It’s beautiful, and remember, good things come in small packages.”
“I’ll leave you to it.” Otto left with a wave.
Evelyn pointed to a cart stacked with returns. “I’d like you to shelve those. We do them in alphabetical order by author, not title. You can’t really make a mistake.”
I could, but I doubted I would, as I knew my ABCs.
Evelyn was almost seventy, and while I longed to know why she’d joined the Stoney River pack, it was rude to ask the pack members what was so horrible in their life that they'd been left without a home or anyone to protect them.
But Evelyn was a force to be reckoned with as she hovered over me while I replaced the books. She reminded me of a woman who’d mentored me in the den, if she’s been a wolf shifter librarian who had her glasses hanging on a chain around her neck. Shifters didn’t usually need glasses, so perhaps Evelyn thought they made her look more librarian-like.
Evelyn had rearranged the library with the extended floor space, and she told me there were more shelves than at the beginning. When Otto started the library, all the books came from pack members.
I kept looking at the kids’ corner where the beanbags and cushions were and longed to sit there and read. But there were three children curled up on one beanbag and arguing about whether dragons and unicorns existed.
“Unicorns are just horses with a traffic cone on their nose,” one child said.
The other pair made a face, and one scoffed at the first kid. “Don’t be silly. Those cones are orange. We saw some last week when we went down the mountain to do shopping.”
“And my dad told me he’s seen a unicorn and they were all sparkly. He never mentioned an orange cone on their nose,” the third kid replied.
I was pleased Creven hadn’t advertised Roland’s arrival. Not that we’d secreted ourselves away, but Alpha hadn’t made a big deal about a mythical animal shifter being on pack land.
I left them to their disagreement and returned to the book cart. I found my rhythm when I picked up a book, found the author, and slid it into its proper place on the shelf. My bear and I both enjoyed putting things back where they belonged.
“Hello.”
I turned to find an older man waving a book at me.
“You don’t have a name tag.”
“I’m the temp. Bryden.”
