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She sat up and took his hands in hers, gently running her thumbs over his knuckles. “I know right now all of this feels wrong, but you did the right thing. You made the right decision. You only did what you did because it was necessary for the survival of your pack. You didn’t do it because you enjoy violence and that makes you a good man.”
“Today will make this even harder, seeing our pack mourn our dead while knowing that there are families doing the same because of me.”
“You’re a good man and feeling the way you are right now makes you an even better person.” She leaned forward and kissed his forehead like he’d done so many times with her to comfort her. “Let me get some breakfast for us ready before we have to go.”
He nodded and watched her as she walked down the hallway and disappeared into the kitchen. He’d never thought that he would understand why his father wanted the Skadu Wolves to join them but in that moment, he did. He hated them for what they’d done to Niev, their unborn children, and his pack, but he could catch a glimpse of why his father offered them to become part of the Timber Pack.
He sighed, got out of bed, and walked toward the kitchen where Niev was flipping some grilled cheese in a pan. He could feel that she was nervous, and he wasn’t quite sure why.
“Why are you anxious?”
“You know me too well.” She handed him his plate. “I assume the whole pack will be there today, won’t they?”
“Yes, they will.”
“Don’t leave me alone, please.”
“I promise I won’t leave your side.” He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. “For someone who fought and killed a wolf you’re quite scared, aren’t you?”
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I didn’t really have time to be scared about that wolf.”
“Look, you saved us just as much as the warriors did, and if anyone says anything I’ll put them in their place–just like yesterday.”
Her face relaxed and her muscles eased as she looked up at him. He loved how, though she was strong, she felt safe enough to ask him for help. She got on her tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on his cheek.
They silently ate their breakfast and while he was cleaning up the dishes, she went to change in the bedroom. As he was putting up the pan, she called for him.
“Blake, what should I wear? In funerals we wear all black, but I’m not sure if that’s the case here.”
He dried his hands and walked to the bedroom. She’d already braided her hair and was standing in front of the closet in her underwear.
“Maybe you can just stay like this for a little longer.”
She turned her head just as he licked his lips, a blush spreading on her face.
Kissing her neck from behind, he let his fingers slide down her side to her hips. He tightly grabbed her and pulled her closer, never being able to resist her. Knowing that she was carrying his future only intensified his desire. It filled him with pride and even more love for her–if that was even possible. He wanted to worship her for sacrificing her body to bear his children.
“Blake, I just did my hair. We’ll just mess it up. I don’t want to look like a fool the first time I officially meet everyone.”
Slowly sinking to his knees, he gently moved his lips from her shoulder down her spine. He spun her around by his hands on her waist. As she turned, he caressed her skin with gentle kisses. Her heart raced in her chest, her breathing becoming shallower. She placed her hands on his shoulders, holding on tight as if she was afraid, she would lose her balance. Tilting his head, he looked up, her eyes wild and her cheeks still flushed.
“You are so gorgeous.”
As he smirked up at her, his fingers tugged on her thong, exposing her right in front of his lips.He felt a shiver, or rather a wave of anticipation roll over her body. Her fingers tightened around his shoulders as her legs slightly caved in.
“Blake…” she murmured as he leaned forward, his nose running through her pubic hair.
“I promise I won’t mess up your hair, but how could I resist you like this,” he groaned against her core.
His tongue played with her clit, stroking and caressing it while his fingers parted her folds. Her grip loosened on his shoulders, her hand gripping a fist full of his hair.
He kissed her clit and moved his tongue in circular motions while slowly sliding a finger inside her wet core. A long moan escaped her as his tongue slid closer to her wet entrance. She tasted good, hot and sweet as if the goddess had created a drug just for him. He needed more so he flattened his tongue, her lust running down his throat. She quivered and tightened her grip on his hair, wrapping it around her fist.
“I’m yours,” he hummed, his wolf agreeing with him without hesitation. “Use me,” he reassured her, wanting her to know that he would do anything to please her.
“I need you on my clit,” she hesitantly requested.
“Anything for you,” he groaned, his tongue slithering back to where she needed him the most.
