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"You love it. Now, let's get you undressed too." I willingly let him pull my shirt off, tossing it to the floor before undoing the strap of my bra. When my breasts were exposed for him, Byron groaned then leaned down to suck on one of the pearled nipples. My breath hitched as my head fell back, my body vibrating with pleasure. Byron went from one nipple to the next, looking up at me with hooded eyes. His pupils were dilated and swimming with lust. Byron came back up to take my mouth in his while his hands worked to undo my pants. In one fluid motion, he pulled it and my panties off, then nudged me to lie back while he climbed on top of me. I shivered when I felt the head of his cock running up against my slit.
"Is this okay?" Byron whispered in between my lips.
"Yes," I whispered back, peppering kisses along his face.
Byron crawled down my body, his lips kissing me everywhere. My breasts, my stomach, the rose tattoo on the left side of my hip, then went between my lips. His tongue licked from slit to clit which had my breath shaky. His mouth went to my sensitive nub, tugging on it and lighting a fire in me. While his mouth worked on my clit, I felt two of his fingers pushing inside me, stretching me open to be ready for his cock. All I could do was writhe and whimper in Byron's bed while he played me like a cello. The way he was pleasuring me, mixed with the scent of him on his sheets and pillow had me feeling like I was enveloped in him.
"Byron," I cried. "I need you."
I wanted to come, but not until I felt him filling me. I wanted our bodies to be as close as possible before I come apart. Before I bit him and marked him as mine. Byron, seeming to get what I needed, crawled on top of me. His hands laced through my fingers as he stole a kiss from me.
"Anything for my queen," he whispered.
I knew he didn't call me that in reference to me being the Queen of Wolves. He meant that I was his queen. Just as he was my king. Him, Joaquin, the twins. I'd do anything and everything for them. Byron was the last the join, and honestly, the more I thought about it, the more I knew I was waiting for him. Rowan believed he was meant to be mine, and it took me a minute to think he was right. Now I knew for sure. Fate didn't know it, but I waited my whole life to be with Byron.
Our lips found our way back to each other right as I felt the head of his cock pushing into me. My moan traveled down his throat as his hips slowly pushed deeper into me, all the way until my entrance touched his base. I panted when our lips separated, my body heating up and strands of my hair sticking to my face. Byron swept them back, holding me like I was something precious. Something that needed to be handled delicately.
"It's okay," Byron whispered. "I’ve got you."
His hips started moving, a slow, steady rhythm that increased over him. His pants turned to shouts of pleasure as I pulled him closer to me, riding the waves of pleasure as Byron plunged in and out of me. His hands running up body and down my hips. His mouth traveling from mine down to my neck. His moans matching mine as pressure built up. I was close. He was close. My wolf was close to the edge, my canines elongating, itching to bite into me. I could feel Byron's sharp teeth lightly scraping the skin of my neck. His movements grew faster, and I filled myself reached the edge.
"Fuck, Rosie. You feel so good, baby. I'm so close," Byron growled.
"I'm about to cum!" I warned him.
"Then bite me! Claim me! Make me your mate!"
So, I bit. The second my teeth sank into his neck, the sharp points breaking skin, and Byron's blood flowed into myself, I came. Pleasure burst from me, my body spasming as I felt the final tendril from the Wolf Moon's gift reach Byron. I didn't even feel it when Byron returned the mark, but I felt it when our minds connected. A glass wall that separated my thoughts from his shattering, and everything revealed to me. The first moment he saw me. How he always watched me from afar, wondering how I could be happy with not being my fated mate. Byron questioning if Fate could be wrong or not. His worry for our safety. Not just mine, but Joaquin and the twins as well. The regret he felt at blindly supporting Pierce. The relief when he found me. And the love, so much love. The love he had for his fated mate, and the love he had for me. They were almost identical. That was how he knew he could love someone who wasn't fated to him, and love with all his might.
Byron came inside me seconds later, filling me completely until I was sated, and in awe by the feelings coming off my mate, the love he had for me that he wasn't able to put into words. The feeling of being whole again. The feeling of having a second chance at having a family. Of having someone to grow old with. Of having someone to call his. Byron laid limp on top of me, which was fine because I didn't want him to go anywhere. We were both sweating and out of breath, but more alive than ever before. I felt him kissing my shoulder, then the mark he now left me, and finally lifting himself up to kiss my lips.
"I love you," I said. "I love you so much, Byron Fitz."
The way his eyes showed all his emotions tugged at my heartstring, the way his smile lit up his whole face, it told me everything before he could say it. "I love you too, Rosie. I never thought we'd get here, but I'm glad we did. And I will happily fight to protect you as your mate."
And with that, my four mates were selected and connected. The final piece of the puzzle had been found and was placed to complete the whole picture. Kai was still out there, and we needed to rescue him. Then, we would deal with Pierce. After that, well, we'd have each other. Fuck the Fates, these men were what helped me to feel whole.
25
ROSIE
After the holidays and New Year’s Day, we began having guests after guests coming in. Most were from the packs that I called for help. They were here, and they weren't planning on leaving without their fellow packmates that Mordred brainwashed, whether dead or alive. It was busy for the first week of January with making sure we had enough room for everyone, and that they had everything they needed. The lodge was far livelier now with a full house. Even some from the Blue Moon Pack joined us, including Raph's three brothers. When we saw each other, they quickly pulled me in for a group hug, and I made the joke of how I was glad the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were reunited again. I introduced everyone to my mates, and they were nothing but smiles when I told them who they were to me.
With them included, by the end of the week, we were housing a hundred and twenty-eight guest shifters who were helping us fight against Pierce's army. Plus, the thirty humans from Del's brigade. I may not know how big Pierce's army was going to be, but at least we had a decent size to work with. A look at my laptop's calendar showed me that the Wolf Moon was coming this Friday, which left little time for errors.
A knock sounded at my office door when I was going over the Kingsrose Town Map. "Come in!"
When the door opened, Roxanne stepped inside with a girl about her age beside her. She has long hot pink hair was went passed her shoulders with a single baby blue lock over the front. She had light brown eyes and wore a leather jacket over red dress with black fishnet stockings and velvet boots. The scent of cedarwood and dried herbs wafting off her told me she was magic.
"Rosie, I'd like you to meet someone." Roxanne rested a hand on the young lady's back. "This is Morgan Springfield. She's a friend of mine who stopped by to help me with the preparations needed to mentally order the humans to vacate Kingsrose. Morgan, this is Alpha Rosie Mendoza, the Wolf Moon's Queen of Wolves."
I smiled at Morgan and offered my hand to shake. "Nice to meet you, Morgan. Thank you for coming out to help us."
"The pleasure is all mine, Queen Rosie," Morgan said with a soft, mousy voice. "Roxie's told me about your situation, and I promise to help in any way I can."
"I appreciate that, and please, just Rosie."
"Morgan's going to stay in my room if that's okay," Roxanne said.
