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It doesn’t matter that it’s been three years. Our body’s know each other in a way that even our minds can’t comprehend. Working together, I angle West’s cock toward me at the same time as he hoists me up off of the ground, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist.
One push. That’s all it takes. One push and West is lodged partway inside of him.
It’s been three years for West, but it’s been three years for me, too. Luckily, between this angle, his strength, and the fact that I started getting wet the second I saw West standing there, shirtless and full of love for me… one push becomes two before I’m fully seated on West.
He gasps. As the connection between us sends pleasure shooting down my spine, I can’t help but do the same.
I’m sure I’ll regret it later, but for now? There’s nowhere I’d rather be than in this cabin, with West lodged inside of me, his mouth going right back to mine as I start to ride him.
Because, if only for tonight, I can pretend that I won’t have to say goodbye as soon as tomorrow.
CHAPTER9
ANYTHING
Just like I thought, ast night was easy. The morning after?
Not so much—and it’s all my fault
The moment I open my eyes and realize that: a) I’m naked, b) I’m not alone, and c) my bedmate is also naked, I want to rewind time and go back to the moment before I let my heart and my pussy gang up on my common sense and beg for a do-over.
Because, yeah… I made a mistake. A big, big mistake.
It isn’t even just that I slept with a male who isn’t my intended mate. Until I bonded with Rafael beneath the Luna’s watchful gaze, it doesn’t matter who I’m intimate with. Wolf shifters mate for life once a bond is formed. Before that? It’s just sex.
Some females think like that. Following the more animalistic side of our dual nature, plenty of my unmated packmates find their pleasure in whatever male catches their attention. I was never like that. Between my type of wolf and my brother’s rank, I was too coddled and protected to ever join the wolves in my age group out in the woods for some fun.
Until West.
Until I fell hard for him, and when we finally decided to mate each other, it wasn’t just sex for either of us. It was a communion, the two of us becoming one, and I never wanted anyone else. Him, either. We were each other's firsts, and before the Luna whispered my name to Rafael, we were convinced we’d be each other’s lasts.
If only we were. Things would’ve been so perfect, and I regret all those full moons that passed without the two of us performing the Luna Ceremony. So what if we were young? When it’s right, it’s right, and for me and West, it wasright.We could’ve bonded as hearts’ mates—as chosen mates—so long as the Luna blessed our mating.
So sure that, one day, we would wake up and the Luna would tell us that we were fated mates after all, West didn’t want to settle for creating a bond. He wanted so badly to believe that we were meant to be. That there would never be anyone else for either of us. He wanted to wait until he recognized me as his, and I just wanted him to be happy.
He’s not anymore. Weston Reed hasn’t been happy a single day since he found out that I was meant for a future Alpha instead of him.
That’s my fault in so many ways. I was the one who pushed for a clean break when I agreed to mate Rafael. If West had it his way, we would’ve kept up our love affair all the way until the night before I left to be Rafael’s alpha female. Only… I know him. West would never have willingly let me walk away. The way hestoleme proves it.
As for me… I’m not so sure I would have found the strength to go if I held onto him ‘til now.
Three years ago, I thought, if I ended it between us, he’d have time to find a female of his own. Even when the Luna took pity on him and revealed that QuinnwasWest’s fated mate, he refused to give up on me.
On us.
And now that he’s gone to the extremes, refusing to admit that we never really had a chance… when he decided to gohumanon me, determined to make me his bride even if I can’t be his mate… when I spent the last few days trying to convince him to bring me back to Hickory, what did I do?
I fucked him.
Worse, I gave himhope.
I can’t pretend I didn’t. If it was just a quick romp to get it out of our systems, I should have kicked him out of my room the second he got me off. I was careful not to eat anything he’s made me, and I’ve only invited him into my personal territory once. Last night didn’t count since he basically barged in on me, but instead of telling him to go, I kissed him. I touched him.
I fucked him.
And then, as he murmured how much he loved me, how much he missed me, missedus…as he whispered again and again that he’ll be the best mate I could ever ask for, I didn’t remind him that hecan’tbe. I didn’t ask him to leave, or tell him right away that I made a mistake.
Lost in the familiar haze of being loved by West, I teased him when I noticed that we’d mated so frantically, my skirt was bunched up around my waist, his jeans were down by his knees, and he still had his shoes on.
