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“You know, paybacks are a bitch,” I growled the third time he snatched my orgasm from me.
“And you’ll be saying my name in a moment.” He laughed, immediately sucking hard on my clit and fucking me furiously with his hand. I had no choice to hold back this time, pleasure slamming into me so fiercely I could do little more than let out a small cry as my pussy clenched around him.
Now his patience was gone, standing and pulling me to the edge of the bed and lining himself up. He didn’t push in slowly, letting me adjust, he slammed home. He rested for a moment while I whimpered, feeling like I was being split in two. But even that was short lived before he was fucking me mercilessly, hands gripping my ankles and pulling my legs wide for him. His gaze met mine, a possessive glint in his eyes as he shifted his hips perfectly, his studs grazing against me enough to send shockwaves through me, another orgasm building already.
“Fuck,” he growled out, gritting his teeth and muscles tensing as he clung to his control. A wicked smile spread across my face as I clenched around him. Leven’s eyes rolled back as I rocked against him, meeting him thrust for thrust until he gave in. He growled, low and rough, the sound echoing through my being as he ground against me, paying me back. Though I knew I was winning in the end.
He smirked down at me as I came again, and for once I wasn’t even upset at his cocky demeanor, in fact, if he fucked me like that he could smirk and give me attitude all he wanted.
“Damn,” I whispered as he pulled out, cleaning me up with his shirt. He chuckled low before stepping back and pulling on his pants. His eyes went wide with a sudden realization.
“Shit, I never turned off the oven!” he rushed out of the room, leaving me to hastily pull my clothes on and follow. When I slid into the kitchen, he was groaning at his grandpa who sat in his chair laughing softly. The pastries were perfect, and the oven was off.
“About time, you two dealt with that,” he teased as he got up and put his mug in the sink. “I’ll be outside in the garden if you need me.”
He walked out leaving us in stunned silence. I turned to Leven, both of us bursting out into laughter at the sheer insanity of the last few hours. He was a rollercoaster to be around but somehow, he was working his way past my defenses, and I both loved and hated it.
Then there was the guilt of doing this while I had feelings for Callum. But then I had to remind myself that none of them were truly mine, not even this pack. Sure they may accept me, but did that mean I wanted to stay now? That was a question I wasn’t ready to face just yet. Good sex didn’t mean I was ready to commit to this pack forever, it was supposed to be temporary and nothing more… at least that was what I kept telling myself.
ChapterTwelve
Vanya
“No, mix the sugar and butter first! There’s not even flour in it!” I called out a bit louder than I intended. Leven hesitated with the cup of flour poised over the butter and sugar already in the bowl. He turned and glared at me like my instructions are unclear. “You’re following a recipe man.”
“I am,” he insisted, pointing to the ingredient list and not the instructions on the recipe card I’d given him. Apparently he missed the distinction between the batter and the frosting.
“Cream them first,” I told him.
“I’ll cream you,” he retorted, both of us laughing at the ridiculous comeback.
“Mix them first, or do you need me to come save you?” I challenged. That was enough to earn a huff from him as he refocused on his task.
“Why are we baking anyway?” he grumbled.
“I was baking to give Emily a nice cake for her birthday, you are helping because you offered and Grandpa Garren is tired today.” I frowned at that. Every time I thought about his pale face and tired gaze this morning, it worried me. I’d seen too many people I cared about die and it struck real fear through me. He was such a genuine person and honestly one of the few who gave me the time of day here.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Leven’s voice was closer than I expected and I jumped, dropping the cup of flour I had and covering us both in a cloud of it.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, letting out a long breath. “I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he warned. There was an edge to it, reminding me we were already on a shaky truce.
“I’m not. I’m just a bit worried about him, he didn’t look good this morning,” I explained quickly, cleaning up the mess and continuing to gather the dry ingredients into the sifter.
“Oh he’s fine, he just has trouble sleeping some nights,” he reassured me. “Watch, by noon he’ll be up and moving and back at one hundred percent.”
“Okay,” I sighed. “Then get back to work.” He huffed out a laugh and shook his head.
“You like to play with fire, don’t you?” He gave me a side eye but for once it wasn’t full of his usual anger or distrust.
“I’ve always been a pyromaniac,” I joked.
We fell back into companionable silence, finishing the cake. Just as I slid it into the oven, his phone went off. Leven went from relaxed to all business as he answered.
“Yes, Alpha?” He paused as he listened, his face darkening with each second that passed. “On my way.”
“We’re forming a hunting party. The tracker keeps moving closer, marking our area to let us know he’s dancing all over the line. Callum wants us out there, including him. We’ll be out until tomorrow.” There was something more he wasn’t saying.
