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I wanted to mull over my options, but there wasn't any. If I didn't heal Joaquin's wrists, he'd lost his hands forever. I wanted a way to help my mates after all the sacrifices they made for me, and now I was given exactly what I wanted. This could be the only way I could contribute to helping them.
"Okay, I'll do it," I declared, moving Joaquin's head from my lap to the ground and moved closer to his midsection.
"Place your hands on his chest, then close your eyes," Rowan instructed, and I followed his orders. "Look within yourself and find the source of the Wolf Moon's gift. Direct it through your arms to your hands and push it into your mate. Imagine his wounds healing and repairing."
I cleared my mind and did as he said, looking deep within myself to find the Wolf Moon's gift. Granted, my concentration wasn't great because all I could think about was Joaquin and the condition he was in, and how I wanted to make Pierce pay for what he did to him. I visibly shook because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find the fucking gift that ruined my life.
"I can't do it," I snapped.
"Yes, you can," Rowan argued back.
I shook my head. "No, I really can't. I'm not strong enough to do this! I—" My rant paused when someone grabbed my arm, and when I looked to see who it was, I spotted Byron. He looked the same as I remembered him. Buff as hell, dark hair and thick beard, still looked like a hulking lumberjack. His eyes were intense as he looked up at me, which silenced my words. His rough hands felt like a branding on my skin.
"Do you love him?" Byron asked me.
I still couldn't find words, so I nodded yes.
"Then heal him. This man was willing to die because of his love for you. He never gave up no matter how much pain he was in. Are you going to give up on him now? Where's that fiery determination I saw back in Kingsrose, Rosie? Where's that girl who fought for her right to choose her mates? Where's that girl who inspired her mates to go against their alpha? Where's that girl who jumped in and fought Pierce to protect one of her mates, and broke my nose, I might add? Where's that girl, Rosie, because she's not the girl I'm looking at right now. The Rosie I saw back in Kingsrose wouldn't give up like this."
I never thought that Byron, of all people, would talk some sense into me. The last time I saw him, he was against the idea of something happening between me and Joaquin. He also didn't want me to save Kai from his and Pierce's challenge. He didn't even believe that Pierce would kidnap abuelita to get what he wanted. Now he was here and encouraging me to heal Joaquin. Sabina must've seen something in him. She said Byron would look after Joaquin and I didn't understand why she thought he would be on our side. She was right. I wondered what made him change his mind, but that was something for me to figure out later. Byron was right, the Rosie he knew back in Kingsrose would've never backed down from what she wanted, no matter how much Pierce tried to force her hand.
I didn't realize how much I was losing myself since our escape from Kingsrose. I kept doubting myself and questioning every move I made. Between losing two of the most important people in my life, and Del making me question if my actions were in the best interest of my mates, my confidence was dwindling. All I wanted to do was get Joaquin and my grandmother back, and make sure my mates were safe. Now Joaquin needed me, and I was ready to give up.
Like hell I'd quit. Not while I was still breathing.
"Thanks, Byron," I said.
Bryon released me, and I set my sights on the task at hand. I sucked in a lungful of air, let it out slowly, and centered myself, clearing my mind of the outside world. My sole focus was on the Wolf Moon's gift inside me.
My soul wandered off, and I found myself in the middle of the forest. Wait, what just happened? Following my instincts, I began to run. That was when it dawned on me, I was back in that dream I kept having when I was in Kingsrose. When I first learned about the Wolf Moon. Whereas back then I had no idea where I was, I now knew. I ran as far as my legs would carry me until I found the clearing ahead. When I reached it, I stepped through it until I came face to face with the open field that housed the Moon Dial. Only it wasn't there. What was, however, was Joaquin laying in grass in all his naked glory. The brightness of the full moon shining a beam of light down on him.
I approached, kneeling beside him, and brushed a strand of his black hair off his handsome, chiseled face.
Joaquin's eyes squinted before opening and looking right at me. "Rosie?"
"Hey," I whispered.
"What happened? Where are we?"
"I don't know, some weird dreaming limbo. You were out cold and really weak. I'm trying to heal you with the Wolf Moon's gift."
Joaquin's brows furrowed but thankfully didn't question me further. I really had no idea how to explain what was going on. "Are you okay?" he asked me.
"Am I okay?" I repeated in outrage. "I should be asking you. Byron said you endured a lot while you were captured, yet you never gave up. Why?"
Joaquin's hands reached up, his fingers trailing up my arms until his hands clasped my cheeks and he pulled me down to press his lips to mine. "Because I love you," he said into my open mouth. "I would never turn you in to a monster like Pierce, no matter how much pain I'd have to go through. You should know that, Rosie."
My idiot hero. I enveloped his mouth with mine, drinking in his kisses and moans like water after wandering aimlessly through a desert. I missed him so much, and now he was finally here with me. I knew this was some kind of dream brought on by me healing him, but I didn't care. It felt real to me, and I wanted to take advantage of this moment with him. I maneuvered myself to where I was straddling his lap, our lips never separating. His hands slid up my thighs until they gripped my hips tightly. I hadn't noticed that I was also naked until I felt his growing erection rubbing against my sensitive area. Having a mind of its own, my body began grinding up and down, feeling his shaft rubbing along my folds. I moaned into his mouth, needing more friction, needing to feel him inside me.
"Joaquin," I whimpered his name with desperation.
Joaquin flipped us over until he was the one hovering over me, his gaze dark and hungry as he licked his lips. Fuck it'd been too long since he last fucked me. Last time, it was rough, dirty, and hot as fuck. He dominated me like he owned me. This time, his movements were slow and sensual. Joaquin had one hand running down my body from lips to pussy, his fingers barely touching my heated skin, but the minimal contact had gooseflesh running along my body. He then took my clit between his fingers and toyed with the sensitive nub, rubbing and tugging on it, sending jolts of pleasure through me. My back arched as my voice was stuck in my throat. While he played with me, he placed gentle kisses along my collarbone before working his way to one of my nipples. Joaquin took it into his mouth and gently nipped.
"Oh, fuck." My voice finally broke through. "Joaquin... please."
In response to my begging, I felt a finger slip through my walls and invaded my insides. I gasped in a ragged breath as his finger moved in and out of me, all while Joaquin sucked and pulled on my sensitive nipple. By the time he switched to the other, Joaquin had two fingers inside me, scissoring me and loosening me up to take his thick cock. I sputtered incoherent sounds, feeling like I was dying if he didn't hurry up and fuck me. Joaquin must've been an angel of mercy because he pulled back and lined the head of his cock to my entrance. Slowly, he started pushing into me. My head lulled back as I felt him filling me.
When he was all the way in, he pulled out halfway then thrusted back in, beginning a steady rhythm.
