Wordlessly, we both sensed when it was time. Emilio shifted, and I parted my thighs, arching my hips.
There was no awkward fumbling or second-guessing, no nervous giggles, no questions, no fear. From the very first brownies he’d ever baked for me, everything between us had been building to this, an ending of one chapter and the beginning of something brand new.
As Emilio slid inside me, stretching me, filling me, I let out a gasp of pleasure, sliding my hands into his hair and pulling his mouth to mine.
“Are you okay,querida?” he asked.
“I’m… perfect.”
He nipped at my lower lip and smiled. “Agreed.”
His eyes turned serious again, sensual, and he rolled his hips, taking his time with every thrust, allowing me to get used to him. We found our rhythm easily, though, our bodies arching, our mouths seeking the warmth of a thousand kisses as we brought each other closer and closer to the edge of bliss.
After an eternity of delicious, deliberate kisses and touches and slow, languid thrusts, I felt my core tighten around him, my nerves tingling.
The orgasm took its time, teasing me, waiting just out of reach as my thighs grew slick with sweat, my breath ragged, my heartbeat pounding a fierce drumbeat behind my ribs.
Emilio pulled out slowly, cupping my face, then sliding all the way back inside, his eyes rolling back into his head in a look of pure pleasure, a low, sexy moan rumbling through his chest.
And that was it.
The wave crashed over me, explosive, powerful, rocking me to my core. My thighs trembled with the force of it, the pleasure impossible to contain, and I let go, calling out his name in ecstasy, losing myself in the tumultuous spin as shockwave after shockwave crashed over my body.
Emilio came with the same electrifying force, his body shuddering against me as he gripped my hips, holding me close, breathing my name into the moonlit night as if he were casting his own spell.
I closed my eyes beneath him and felt the hot pulse of our connection, throbbing like a heartbeat that spread throughout my entire body. It bound me to him, and him to me, and us to Ronan and Asher and Darius. Darius might not remember it, Ronan wasn’t allowed to act on it, Asher was still a prisoner, but that didn’t change what we were.
A family. Arealfamily—not the kind who jealously fought to control each other’s power, or harmed each other out of spite and anger. But the kind that had each other’s backs, no matter how ugly things got. The kind that took turns lifting each other up, stepping up when someone else couldn’t, picking up the pieces when someone else’s world was falling apart.
Spent and blissed out, Emilio collapsed on top of me, then rolled us so I was on top of him. I laid my head on his chest, listening to the strong, powerful beat of his heart as he traced figure eights on my back.
We stayed that way for a while, sinking into the peaceful moment, the beauty of it.
I lifted my head, resting my chin in my hands against his chest, staring into his eyes.
Emilio smiled, melting me. “What are you thinking,mi brujita bonita?”
“I’m thinking…” I arched an eyebrow, unable to hold back my own smile. “Those were some of the best brownies I’ve ever had.”
“Someof the best?” Emilio laughed, grabbing me and rolling on top of me once again, tickling me.
“Top five at least,” I teased, and the tickling intensified, making me squeal. “Okay, okay! The best! The absolute best! I swear it!”
“Good.” He stopped tickling me, once again capturing my gaze with his soulful brown eyes. One look had the power to convey so much, and right now, I felt the force of his love for me. His friendship. His fierce desire to protect our pack.
And there, between my thighs, I felt the force of his love in an entirely different way.
“I’m making another batch tomorrow,” he teased, kissing my jaw, his cock hardening further. “And the day after that.” Kissing my neck. “And probably every day for the foreseeable future.” My collarbone. “I hope you’re okay with that.”
He slid inside me once again, and I sighed happily, welcoming him in deeper, losing myself in his warmth.
“Emilio Alvarez,” I breathed, closing my eyes, a smile stretching across my lips. “I ammorethan okay with that.Somuch more.”
Twenty-Eight
Gray
Even in the arms of my powerful, protective wolf, I still couldn’t resist the siren call of those brownies, and an hour after he’d fallen asleep, I slipped out of Emilio’s embrace and padded down the hall in search of a midnight snack.
