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Eventually, it was Aunt Celeste who took Molly from me, telling me that while Molly was scared, she was a four-year-old and the fright would pass, but my mate was in shock, and I needed to take care of her. She guaranteed me Molly would be safe by her side, and with that promise, I stood and guided Zi up to my room, only stopping long enough to grab the clothes Evie had picked up at Zi’s house for her. I left the clothes on the bed and guided my silent mate straight into the shower. Aunt Celeste’s words made me realize Zi hadn’t uttered a single word since we watched the video of the attack, so I slowly removed her clothes and mine before pulling us both under the shower. The water ran red for a solid five minutes as the caked blood washed off our bodies.
Until last night, Zi had never spent the night at my place, so I used my own shower gel and shampoo to clean her, Max preening in my head at the prospect of having her smell like us. I slowly massaged her scalp, washing her light brown hair from root to tip, removing any debris and blood until it ran clean and I could pull my fingers through it. I grabbed my shower gel and began to clean her body reverently. Thanks to Aunt Nat, nothing on her body indicated the trauma it was subjected to, but I could still see some faint scarring from the beating that cost her parents their lives and almost robbed me of my mate. I traced each one, kissing the ones I could reach, paying tribute to the testaments of her strength. Finally, I felt and heard the sob Zi tried to swallow as the shock wore off.
“Don’t,” I begged. “Don’t keep your pain to yourself. Don’t swallow the sobs. You don’t have to be strong here. Let me be that for you. Let me shoulder your fear, your problems, your doubts. I’ll take them and give you back happiness and peace. Give me a chance to be your strength. I love you, Zi. It’s safe to fall apart here because I’ll always put you back together,” I promised her. A heart-wrenching sob left her soul, and Zi collapsed against me as she let everything out.
I lowered us to the heated tiled floor of the shower, rocking her back and forth as she continued to cry, scream and clutch me so tight to her she almost broke a rib.
I let her do whatever she needed. I held her as she fell apart in my shower, whispering soothing words of strength and love to her, letting her know she was safe in my arms. She would always be safe in my arms.
I wasn’t know how long it took, but eventually, her sobs quieted, and her hold on me relaxed. She buried her face in my neck and inhaled deeply. My heart sped up when I felt her soft lips kissing the pulse point in my neck, and I held her a little tighter, not wanting to break her out of this moment of calm shortly after her breakdown.
Her hand released my shoulder and started drifting down as she continued kissing my neck. I shuddered when her tongue peeked out and pressed against my marking spot, giving it a small lick and then sucking lightly on it. If she didn’t stop, she was going to feel what her small touches were doing to me, and right now was not the right time to get horny. Not when she was in shock.
“Zi...” I tried to warn her, gripping her hips when they began to move against me, but it sounded more like a moan than a warning, even to me.
“Touch me, James,” she whispered before grabbing my hand and pulling it up to cup her breast. Lust shot through my body and fuck me, but I was a man, and this was my mate. I groaned, massaging her puckered nipple. My other hand left her hip and moved to her ass, helping her grind on my hardening erection while she ravaged my mouth. I let her set the pace, but that was a mistake because my little mate decided she wanted fast and hard, and I was in no position to deny her. I could only moan as she lifted herself, grabbed my cock in her small hand, and sank down, impaling herself all the way down to my balls.
“Fuck, Zi,” I lifted her body by her ass, unable to stop and savor what was happening, and slammed her back down on my cock. Zi moaned loudly and slammed herself down on me again. We were trapped in a frenzied rhythm that neither of us could, or wanted to, escape. Her mouth was on mine, hungry and desperate. My hands roamed every inch of her body while my eyes watched her come beautifully apart in my arms, and my thighs caught her release dripping down my balls.
I took over the thrusting, wanting to see that blissful look on her face again before I came. My hand went to her clit, massaging her bundle of pleasure. I felt my orgasm creeping up my spine, and I slammed up into her as I brought her down to meet my hips. Zi moaned, her sounds bouncing against the walls before she fell apart again, shattering my soul and taking a piece of it with her as I followed her over the crest.
Zi buried her face in my neck again, and I gently lifted both of us off the shower floor. I turned off the water and dried us as best as I could while she kept her face buried in my neck, and her legs wrapped around my waist, keeping my cock hard and warm inside her center.
I walked to the bed, where I laid her down gently, bracing myself on top of her. She pulled her head back, her hazel eyes filled with lust and love. She’d said the words last night, but I didn’t know how much of them were a reaction to the fear she was feeling. I pulled my hips back, seeing her eyes fluttering in pleasure before I pushed forward in a sure, fluid stroke, her mouth parting slightly as my cock grazed her g-spot in this position. I kissed her, continuing my strokes at a slower, more controlled pace.
Where we’d just taken each other in the most primal way in the shower, this was a slow blending of bodies and hearts— the completion of a soul. Zi wouldn’t break eye contact with me and I couldn’t, even if I wanted to, look away as I watched her meet me thrust for thrust, beat by beat. When her breathing became ragged, and I could feel the way her walls were beginning to flutter with her impending release, Zi did something I didn’t expect. She leaned her face to the side, baring her unmarked neck to me, and begged, “Mark me, James.”
My rhythm stuttered, my canines elongated, and I was sucking on her neck, preparing her for my bite before a sliver of sanity broke through my haze. I pulled away from her quickly, falling off the bed and onto my ass, breathing hard and trying to look at anything but her enticing body and pretty neck.
“James? Don’t you want to mark me anymore?” The quiver in her voice made me forget all about my temptation, and I crawled back onto the bed, holding her face in my hands.
“I want nothing more than to make you mine,” I said, closing my eyes briefly and swallowing hard. “But you’re vulnerable right now. You’re scared and you’ve experienced trauma. I don’t want to mark you in a moment when you’re not yourself and bind you to me, only to have you regret it tomorrow. I’m not going anywhere. I can wait until you’re feeling better, and you can make a decision that’s based on love, not fear.”
Zi’s eyes watered and I was afraid I said the wrong thing when she shook her head, and her eyes glazed over. Confused, I went to move away from her, but she wrapped her arms around my waist and wouldn’t let me go. Her eyes cleared, but before I could ask what was happening, I felt a mind-link coming from Evie.
‘James Daniel Cassera, you better fucking mark my best friend right now before I go down there and kick you in the balls. She told me she was going to ask you to mark her yesterday before everything went to shit. She’s had a long fucking day so you make my friend happy RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW!’ I blinked at the whiplash I experienced from having the most spectacular sex with my mate and the sudden screeches of my cousin still ringing in my ears. I looked down at Zi, who was blushing, but smiling defiantly at me.
“You were going to ask me to mark you yesterday?” I asked stupidly. Her blush deepened on her delicate features, and she nodded, biting her lip. “This isn’t just you being afraid?” I needed to clarify this information for my own peace of mind and sanity. Zi shook her head.
“I love you, James. I want to bind myself to you in every way a werewolf can. I want you to be Molly’s father.” I stared down at her, my brain trying to process everything she said, but all it could hear in repeat were those three sentences I’d wondered if I would ever get to hear coming from her lips.
I wish I could say I was suave and crashed my lips to her before I marked her, but there’s only so much a guy can take, and after a long fucking day, my brain broke. Simple as that. I stood hovering above her, looking down at her with fucking hearts for eyes and the biggest fucking smile on my face.
Eventually, Zi understood she’d broken me because she took pity on me, wrapped a hand behind my neck, and pulled me down in a kiss that rebooted my brain.
It took only moments after that for me to slam back inside her, and my lips bit and sucked as I made my way down to the spot I’d not allowed myself to explore before because I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist sinking my teeth into it. I held myself up with one hand, taking up the rhythm of my hips we’d been locked into before I stopped with my stupid logic. I brought her close to another orgasm quickly, my cock slamming into her, changing the angle slightly so the head of my dick pressed against her g-spot on every thrust and working her clit with my fingers. When I felt her teetering on the verge of her orgasm, I let my canines lengthen, and I bit down hard on her marking spot when I felt her walls clamp down on my dick in a delicious, painful vice. Zi screamed, and my heart swelled with pride and love for the woman in my arms.
I pulled back and sealed her mark with my tongue, the knowledge that she was mine now driving me to near insanity, and making my hips piston into her roughly, seeking my own release. Zi grasped the back of my head again and pulled me down, but this time her mouth went straight to my neck. Watching her canines descending shortly before feeling her mouth on my neck made my hips buck. My orgasm pulled me under the waves of ecstasy the moment I felt her teeth piercing my neck. I came harder than I ever had, shouting out her name as her body milked my own for what felt like hours while I had an out-of-body experience.
My spirit finally came back down from the heavens eons later, and I found myself lying on top of my mate, panting while she ran her hands through my hair, her perky breasts cradling my face.
She looked down at me with a smile on her face, a tear—that I could feel through our newly completed bond was one of happiness—falling from her beautiful eyes. I pulled my weight off her and brought myself up to kiss her swollen lips.
“I love you, Ziomara.”
“I love you, James,” she whispered back. I gently pulled out of her, grabbed the blankets that had been pushed off the bed during our activities, and cocooned us beneath them so the outside world wouldn’t invade our happiness. We lay under there for a while, staring at one another without speaking until Zi leaned over and kissed me.
“Molly called you Daddy today,” she said out of nowhere. I rested my forehead against hers. The moment had been one of the best and most frightening ones of my life.
