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“Really now? Then what is this?”
Reaching one hand down as I kick her legs apart for better access, I slide my hand forward and I find I am right. Her pussy is dripping down her thighs, clit swollen with need. Circling my finger around her clit a few times, I nip at the side of her neck and shoulder before dipping my finger into her. Massaging that sweet spot, I have come to know that she loves so much.
“That’s my body and my wolf is betraying me. I don't want you, no matter how much they do.” She says weakly as her hips push back into my hand, body begging for the release she so desperately needs right now.
“So you're telling me that if I got on my knees right now that you wouldn't come on my face like the dirty little slut you are?” I purr into her ear. Voice getting huskier by the minute. Withdrawing my finger from her pussy elicits the most beautiful whimper ever to escape her pretty little mouth.
“I'm not a slut.” She whispers. So quietly that I almost didn't catch it.
“You may not be a slut, pup, but you will always be my slut and I cannot wait to show you what exactly that means.”
Spinning her around so that I can look her in the eye, I find her starting to tear up.
“Hey, what's going on?” I ask her, brushing her hair out of her face so that I can see her better. Brushing my thumb across her cheek to collect the lone tear that has escaped her eye, running it along her bottom lip.
“I don't like being called a slut. My old alpha used to call me that all the time, even though he has been the only man to ever actually enter me in any sense.”
She starts, avoiding my gaze, but I wait for her to continue. I won’t be rushing her this time. Whatever this is, she needs to get it out. Just when I think she won't say anything else, she buries her face in her hands and starts sobbing.
“Just to make it clear, when I call you my dirty little slut, it is not derogatory in any sense, unlike when he would say it to you. Now hush.”
Pulling her to my chest, I start to smooth my hand over her hair, trying to calm her down. The pinch of comfort that I could provide was all she needed to collect herself.
Her sobs stop, but her breathing picks up. Lifting her head, she peers up at me through her lashes. I have never seen anyone more breathtaking than this woman is right now. Meeting my eyes, I can see that she is feeling better because there's a brief glint of something I can't quite make out. She pulls her head back slightly, just far enough so that she can look me straight in the eye.
“It's really nothing. Just thoughts about life before all of this here. Bad thoughts. But then you touched me gently, you washed them all away in an instant. How can you do that?”
She doesn't know, does she? Nothing about what it means to be a wolf. I knew she was young, but I had no idea that she wasn't taught anything.
“Pup, has no one ever talked to you about the way being a wolf works when you are an adult? After you have found your mate?”
Looking down and pulling away from me, I see a blush starting to creep in.
“No. No one could teach me. Or at least didn't give a shit to. My parents died when I was young, and being an omega bitch, people didn't care for me to know shit. And not only that, I could never find my mate. It's not like they exist, anyway.”
So she doesn't know about mates and how their bonds work, or even what it feels like to find one. Preparing for a reaction I'm not sure that I will get, I run my hands through my hair. Taking a moment. Closing my eyes and taking a few breaths, I center myself. Ready to explain to her why exactly we are so drawn to each other and why she is probably feeling the way she is feeling.
I never thought that I would have to explain a mate bond to my mate, which has me part annoyed, part sad, and part pissed the fuck off. Even though I didn't grow up within the pack I was born into, Momma Jo made sure to teach us everything about being a wolf.
“Listen, pup, “I start, but then I see her eyes go wide. Fear takes over every single part of her features as she grips on to me. I try to turn and look at what has her so freaked out, but I’m too late.
Chapter twenty-three
Damien
ThelastthingIremember was a sharp pain shooting across the back of my skull, Andrea screaming, and then total darkness.
I am still sprawled out on the forest floor right where I was when I went down. I don’t know how much time has passed, but it seems like hours because the sun is dipping below the horizon. Seeing anything while I lay on the thick forest floor is becoming harder by the minute.
Reaching up, I feel the back of my head where I felt the pain earlier, my hand coming away stained crimson. I’d say it’s safe to say that someone bashed in the back of my head. Head pounding, I slowly work on picking my broken body up off the ground.
Fuck! Everything hurts!
It takes a few minutes to get my bearings straight, but once I do, I instantly start yelling out for Andrea. I hope to God she fought back against whoever the fuck it was that hit me, knowing that she can. But is she strong enough to get away? I can't find her anywhere and there is no sound outside of the normal forest sounds. The only scent I am picking up is her fear, along with the scent of three or four other wolves. She did not get away if there were that many, which can only mean one thing.
This cannot be happening right now. I finally found her and now she's gone! There is no way in hell that I am going to be able to live without her anymore. She is my everything.
They came for her. It's the only thing I can think of amid my panic. Shifting back into my wolf, I head back into the heart of Denver as fast as I can push my body to go. I need to get to a phone to call Momma Jo and the boys so we can figure out what the fuck just happened and get my woman back before it's too late for her.
