Page 21 of Wrong Number, Right Gray Wolf

“You left me empty.”

“No, sweet omega of mine. I didn’t.” I grabbed a pillow and helped settle it under his hips. “I don’t think I ever could. Are you sure you want this?”

I wasn’t talking about the sex. We both wanted that. But tonight was about more than that. It was about marking each other as ours.

“If you don’t mark me tonight, I’m not letting you leave.”

I chuckled and rested my forehead against his. “And what if I don’t want to leave?”

“Fine. It was a bad threat, but please mark me, alpha. Make me yours.”

I settled between his legs and lined myself up with his entrance, pushing his thighs back and sliding in slowly, so slowly, not wanting to give him pain and also wanting to savor every second of this. And when I bottomed out, I met his eyes and growled, “You’re mine.”

“All yours.”

“All yours.”

He bucked his hips up. He needed more.

We started to move in tandem, me setting the pace, sliding in and out, each thrust a little harder, a little faster, until we found the perfect rhythm. His cock was hard. The pre-cum begging for my lips, but I dared not stop. This felt too good, and the words coming from his mouth told me he loved this too. That would have to wait until next time.

And there would be a next time, a lifetime of them.

It wasn’t long before my orgasm was too close to hold back. How could I? I was with the one person I was supposed to be with, the one that fate put on this planet just for me. It felt too good.

I grabbed his cock, circling it with my hand and giving it a jerk. My hand barely fit around him. He was so hard for me.

“Don’t stop!”

“Never.” Silly omega. I wasn’t going to stop something he loved, not as he was just about to shoot his cum between us. And when he did let go with a growl, he yanked me to him and marked me, his teeth sinking into my flesh and making me all his for always.

My orgasm slammed into me, my cum shooting into him and my knot growing, binding us together as my teeth sank into him.

He was my mate. I was his.

We were both out of breath. I let his legs down and hugged him close, rolling us onto our sides.

“You’re mine, Stephen.”

“All yours, Clyde. Always yours.”

I was already drifting off to sleep, but before I did I said, “We need to go at Posy’s pace.”

“She is our priority.” Stephen kissed my shoulder. “I’ll never ask for that to change.”

Best. Mate. Ever.

11

STEPHEN

I expected to sleep because everything I’d dreamed of had come true.

But I lay awake until daybreak, thinking of how my life would change and what Clyde and I had to look forward to. And Posy. We were a family, though she wasn’t aware of that. Her reaction might be the only hiccup because she and her father were a team and now I was muscling in.

My mate and I had agreed we had to take it slow. Posy would set the pace, and I’d bend to her needs.

Clyde stirred, and I snuggled against his warm body, relishing waking up with my mate.