Bonded Beyond Trickery (Trick or Treat Monsters)

CHAPTER 8

WHITAKER

I frown slightly and consider whether he’s right. The more I think about it, the more I realize that he is right. I’ve also been purposefully obtuse in other aspects. I haven’t admitted to her that I waited for her and didn’t stop the flirtatious looks from she-wolves even though they made my skin crawl.

Just as we’re finishing up, Tilly pushing her plate away slightly and sitting back in her chair with her blue eyes watching me intently, Cassidy comes to a stop next to the table. I almost snarl at her, pack member or not, but bite back the sound.

“Alpha Whitaker,” Cassidy’s drawls in a way that I’m sure she thinks sounds sensual. Didn’t she learn from our last interaction? “I thought I’d have seen you at breakfast earlier since you slipped away so early this morning,” she pouts slightly.

I narrow my eyes and Tilly pales slightly. Fucking hell. How the hell did Cassidy manage to imply we were together last night or this morning while not really saying much of anything?

Talk about a fucking skill.

“Cassidy,” there’s a warning in her name which I growl fiercely. “Don’t,” I command. The she-wolf hunches in on herself, but it doesn’t give me an ounce of satisfaction.

I stand up and offer my hand to Tilly, hoping she’ll take it even though I have no reason or right to hope for such a thing. Not right this moment anyway. The tingles that race up my arm when she slips her hand into mine is like a jolt to my system. A damn good jolt.

Cassidy has the wherewithal to look ashamed, but there’s something like satisfaction and victory in her eyes that I don’t like. “I thought we had an understanding after the last time we spoke,” I level her with a pointed stare which has the interloping she-wolf paling. “I don’t appreciate, nor will I tolerate, inferences made about me on a personal level. Especially when they’re bullshit.”

Cassidy lets out a small whimper before scurrying away. When I look at Tilly, I find her watching Cassidy’s retreating back with a small frown on her lips and her eyebrows pulled together like she’s concentrating.

Fuck. Time to right at least one wrong.

I lean toward my mate until my lips are almost brushing against the sensitive skin of her earlobe, “I’ve never touched a she-wolf, not one in this pack, not one ever. I’ve been waiting for my mate, for you.”

Tilly jerks so hard that she almost trips over her feet, but I steady her.

Her voice is barely audible as she asks, “What?”

I smirk down at my mate before leading her out of the kitchen and toward the stairs that will take us to the floor where my, our, Alpha suite is. I should probably put her in the guest room in the suite, but I don’t think I’ll survive it if I do.

Since Tilly is busy gawking at me, she doesn’t notice that I’ve led her upstairs, into my suite, and right into the bedroom that we’ll be sharing. Only when the door is closed firmly behind us, and we’re alone do I speak again.

“You heard me,” my voice is husky and filled with need.

Tilly makes a choking sound, her surroundings coming into focus for her. “Where are we?” She shakes her head before peering at me. “No, first, I want to make sure I heard you correctly and then we’ll talk about where we are.”

I step into my mate’s space, so close that the heat from her body buffets against me. “I waited for you, Tilly.” She swallows hard before wonderment fills her eyes. “And as far as where we are, we’re in the Alpha suite.”

Tilly narrows her eyes, an accusation in her gaze. “We’re not just in the Alpha suite. We’re in your room.”

“Our,” my voice is soft and coaxing. “Our room.”

“Our room?” Tilly’s eyes become glassy, and she launches herself at me without any warning. I catch her easily, loving the way it feels to have her body pressed against mine. She buries her face in my neck, the tingles from where we’re touching almost bringing me to my knees. “I waited for you too, my mate,” she murmurs against my skin. “Whitaker,” she moans, a plea in her voice, “I need you.”

I still because that’s the last thing I expected her to say. She should be tearing into me for not announcing to the pack that I’ve found my mate, their Luna. She should be pissed at the blatant disrespect Cassidy just showed. She should be asking more questions about my past instead of taking my word for it.

But she doesn’t do any of that.

Her acceptance and trust in me wash over me. Even though she chose to hide her scent from me, our bond isn’t damaged. It’s thrumming with life and begging to be completed.

My wolf salivates as my hand slides down her back and my voice drops an octave, “You ache, little wolf?”

“Fuck,” she groans, “yes.”

My chuckle is deep and dark as I stride over to the bed and gently place my mate down on it. It’s still disheveled from when I left it this morning.

Shit, was that only mere hours ago after I spent all night tossing, turning, and unable to force my mind, to rest because I was consumed with thoughts of my mate?

Even though our past still lays between us, unmoving and silent, I know we’ll get past it. I have to trust and it’s time, for the first time in my life, for me to take a leap. Somehow, I know it’ll be a first for her as well in more ways than one.

My gaze locks with my mate’s, but we don’t need to see. We only need to feel. My hands slide over her body as hers do mine. The clothing hiding our flesh seems to melt away, the cloth strewn around the room because of need that we can’t name or quantify.

Only when we’re both stripped and naked in front of each other does it feel like I can breathe deeply. And when I do, it’s her scent filling my lungs. From the way her pupils are dilated, her wolf peeking out at me through those orbs, I know she’s experiencing the same as I am.

I cover her body with mine, giving her my weight, as her legs part and her hips cradle me against her. We fit. Fucking perfectly.

“Tilly,” I groan, “are you sure?”

“I’ve never doubted our mating, Whitaker. I’ve always wanted you. I’m sorry if my choices caused you doubt and have you holding back. I’m sorry,” her words drip with regret and sincerity. “I wanted you the moment I saw you, but I needed to be worthy of you, of this pack, of the position. The need to be useful, to be the best I could be, drove me. My only regret now is that my choice meant that I didn’t have faith in you and has hurt you.”

Something, maybe fear, unlocks inside of me. It feels like flying. Freedom, pure and unadulterated, pulses through my blood and sings in my soul.

Her.

She is my freedom and my salvation. I’ll never sacrifice when it comes to her, pack be damned. I know it just as deeply as I know that I need to be buried inside of her.

I don’t ask if she’s sure again. I don’t need to.

With a tilt of my hips, my length slides between my mate’s slick pussy lips. Her back arches, presenting her pink tipped tits to me like a fucking feast. My lips hover over her nipple, hard and begging for my mouth, and murmur, “I should take my time with you, make sure you can take me.”

“I’m your mate,” she snarls, her need evident, “I can take you. We’ll fit together perfectly.”

“Fuck,” I bark.

When the tip of my cock slides down and notches at her entrance, I start to push inside. When she widens her legs and gasps, I strike, sucking her nipple into my mouth and biting down hard enough to be on this side of pain.

As my mate’s walls stretch around me, she’s so tight and wet that it’s difficult to keep my eye contact with her. But I refuse to lose this connection. It’s everything.

The long, low moan that comes from the depth of my mate as she writhes underneath me when I’m fully seated deep inside of her, threatens to shred my control. I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from pulling out and slamming home again. How I hold off, I’ll never know, but I’ll walk through fire to give my mate what she needs and right now she needs to adjust to my size.

Tilly’s hands wrap around my neck before she digs her nails in. It’s an urging, a feral manifestation of her need. But I don’t cave.

“Please,” she mewls, the sound making my cock throb, “Whit, I need you to move. The tingles,” she gasps.

“I know,” I growl, the words more wolf than man.

And I do fucking know. Everywhere our skin touches feels like stardust. It’s pure effervescence. It’s a fucking miracle.

I slowly drag my hips back, loving the way her pussy begs for me to never leave, to never pull out, to always be buried deep. When only the head of my cock is lodged inside of my mate’s pussy, I pause. Not because I want to.

No, I have to.

The pleasure is almost too much. It wraps around me and begs to be celebrated, to be fulfilled, to be echoed like a howl in a canyon.

With a punch of my hips, I bury with one, hard thrust. Tilly lets out a shriek of pleasure as her back arches. Something snaps. My control? Hers?

Whatever it is, the walls between us, built by time and secrets, collapse. It’s only us now. And our wolves.

It feels like the mate bond shimmers between us.

Our bodies move together as I drive into her, over and over, and she moves her hips to meet my thrusts and spur me on. As if I need the encouragement.

“Fuck,” I groan, “you feel so fucking good, little wolf.”

Tilly hisses, “Yes. More. Please.”

Because I will give my mate what she wants and needs, always, I move faster and thrust harder. We climb together, closer, closer, closer, to the edge.

It feels dangerous. It feels primal.

As our hearts beat in synch and the bond wraps around us, an ache starts in my gums and my canines elongate. My wolf demands. From the look in her eyes, Tilly’s wolf is doing the same.

“Mark me,” there’s a command in her voice tempered by the pure fucking desire mixed with love shining in her eyes.

My soul matches hers. It has since the dawn of time, and it will continue to do so until we are nothing more than stardust dancing around the moon.

As my balls draw up and my body tingles—my mate’s touch heightening the sensation—I bury my face in Tilly’s neck. Her pulse is drumming a beat against my lips, and I lave it with my tongue. She tilts her head, giving me her trust with a submissive vulnerability that I’ll never squander.

We teeter on the edge together and then Tilly is falling over.

“Bite,” she keens as her walls flutter around my length and her body is filled with the pleasure of her orgasm.

My teeth sink into her marking spot, the taste of her blood coating my tongue and making me move harder and faster, wanting all of her pleasure. All of it.

Just when I think it can’t feel any better, that nothing ever could, Tilly buries her teeth into my marking spot.

Everything goes white as rope after rope of my cum fills the depths of my mate’s pussy. The world blurs and tunnels. The only thing that matters is this. Her.

My mate.

The other half of my soul.

Letting her go is no longer an option. It never really was.