Enzo (The Wolves Den: New #1)

23. Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-two

Deja woke up, her head using Enzo’s thigh as a pillow.

"Good morning." She gave him a smile. He was propped up a little on the pillow watching her sleep.

"Good morning to you."

She reached up and pulled him down to get her morning kiss. He delved deep, kissing her like he was afraid she would disappear at any moment. With a little move, she rolled over on him, but he backed away fast.

"Enzo?" They had made love three times last night, and she knew he wasn't shy, so what was wrong?

"Everything's fine," he said too quickly.

She nodded. "We promised truth between us. So if you say everything's fine."

His shoulders stiffened. "Deja, I want you. I can't help it. Your scent has been driving me crazy while you slept. Your silky skin is tempting me to touch you. I want to be in you, buried deep. I'm trying to control it."

She rolled over again; this time, he didn't back away. "Don't control it, Enzo. My body is calling out for yours. I want to touch you, feel you deep inside of me."

He leaned over and licked her neck where he had bit her. That spot on her shoulder felt connected to her pussy, making her cream the moment he touched it. A moan came out of her mouth as she bared her neck for him.

Her hands pressed against his chest as she turned him over. Her body was changing, but so far it had been for the better. She ran her sharp nails down his chest, and he groaned. She stretched her body out on his before lowering her head to play with his nipples.

"I love these," she whispered before taking one into her mouth. She sucked softly at first, tenderly.

His hand came up to hold her head to him. It was one of the things she was learning about her warrior. When she treated him tenderly, it got him off. He acted as if he’d never experienced kindness or warmth.

"Deja." Her name came out on a hiss of pleasure as he encouraged her to suck harder.

Her teeth nipped at his nipple, causing him to buck beneath her. She smiled and switched nipples. He liked that she repeated it, sucking gently on his nipple at first, then licking it before she nipped at it. She ran her nails over his nipples, watching them pebble even harder.

She loved his small sounds. They were deep and throaty, turning her on in ways she didn't know existed. She kissed down his body, stroking him, paying homage to him as a male with her hands and lips.

She leaned over, and he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it. Increasing the pleasure that was throbbing between her thighs. She licked her lips, thinking about tasting him.

He let her nipple go with a pop as she pulled back and crawled down his body until her hands wrapped around his thick erection. She licked the head while her hands worked the shaft.

"I love your dick; the way it throbs in my hand. How it feels crammed tightly in my pussy. The veins that wrap around your dick feel like they’re there just for my pleasure."

She licked her lips and took as much of him into her mouth as possible. She sucked on him hard while his legs shook as if he couldn't get enough of what she was doing.

He reached down and gently took his dick out of her mouth and pulled her up until she was lying on his chest.

"I need to be in you, Deja."

He held her up as she positioned herself over him, her body slowly lowered to take his thick dick into her pussy.

"You make me feel so tight."

"You are tight, camire. You fit me like a glove. I'm holding back right now as you lower yourself onto me. I don't want to hurt you, but I want you so badly."

His words came through his teeth. His canines grew a little, and the green of his eyes was so hot they could burn her. When she was finally seated with him deep within her, he placed his hands on her waist and began to move her up and slowly let her fall onto his dick. She gasped at the pleasure she was feeling. His eyes were on her, watching her, refusing to break contact as he made love to her, taking her to higher heights.

Her body shook when he began to meet her thrust. His dick was hitting all her sensitive spots. Still, he looked at her, staring at her as if he had never looked upon someone as beautiful as she was before.

Deja trembled; her body tightened as pleasure slammed into her. His strokes were shorter, more intense, hitting her just right. Her breath started to come in fast pants as her body tore apart, splintering from the feeling enfolding her. Pleasure, joy, complete and utter devastation took her, and she gladly gave herself up to it.

She was swimming in a sea of divine joy when she heard it. Not shouted to the world but whispered in her ear as if he was afraid someone would snatch her away. "I love you, Deja."

Hot tears poured out of her eyes and covered his chest. Deja rose up and kissed him.

He loves us!

What if we let him down?

What if we can't love him back?

That was her secret fear. What if her heart refused to love again? They all turned to look at love, but she wouldn't say anything. She just stared at Enzo.

She went to open her mouth, to say something, anything. Enzo placed a finger in front of her.

"I've waited centuries, Deja; I can wait a little longer." She nodded and fell asleep held tightly in his arms.

When she woke up, she was alone. The other side of the bed was cool, but she had felt Enzo kiss her before he slipped out of bed, saying he was going to talk to Ven. She slipped on a robe and went into the living room; the apartment was empty. Perfect, because she needed some time to herself. She went into the bedroom and looked into the full-length mirror Enzo put on the back of the door. She dropped the robe and looked at herself.

She saw every blemish, every bulge that she had tried to make disappear growing up. She saw everything that was wrong with her, real and perceived. Then she stopped, and she looked at herself the way Enzo looked at her, his eyes like flames and his lips wanting to kiss her. She saw a beautiful woman who had walked through the fires of her life and was still standing to talk about it.

As she stood there, she felt love, that unique feeling she never thought she'd feel again, wrapped around her heart.

For better or worse, love whispered. We love Enzo.

All the voices in her head cheered. They were never giving him up.

What about Ven?

He's our son, replied love. We're never giving him up.

Deja stared at herself for a long time in the mirror. The smile on her face and the joy in her eyes amazed her. It was a picture of happiness she wasn't familiar with, and she wanted to make sure she had memorized it.

Then she went to take a shower; she had a new employee starting today with a child. Good thing she had new teeth and deadly nails to help protect little Mia.

She was standing in the grocery store with a gallon of two percent milk in her cart and Google on her phone as she asked it what one-year-olds ate. Shouldn't this be natural? Didn't she have a maternal gene that turned on when she thought about children? Maybe it missed her. She took some of the suggestions and loaded up the cart.

Then she stopped by The Tike Depot and picked up a small bed for Mia to sleep on.

Her phone rang, making her jump; she wasn't used to anyone calling her.

"Hello?"

"Deja, where are you?" Enzo sounded a bit strained.

"I went to the store; I'm fine."

"I knew that."

She started laughing. She could tell from his voice that he was worried something had happened to her.

"Let Ven know everything is okay. Did you talk to him?"

"I did, and you were right; he suspected, but he was waiting for me to tell him. He thought... he thought I didn't want him, that he was a burden on me. He knows better now."

She moved up in line. "Enzo, I'll see you in a few. I need to pay for the things I bought for Mia, and then I'll be home."

"Is Mia your daughter?" the cashier asked as she rang her up.

"No, I... I only have a son, but I'm hoping to have a girl soon." They chatted about the beauty of children before Deja took her purchases and left.

She hadn't talked to Enzo about the possibility of children. He had managed to have a son with a female who was supposed to be infertile; what was to keep them from having a child together? She spent the drive home thinking of names for the daughter she didn't have.

The day went fast as she made sure the backroom at The Wolves' Den was safe for Mia. She didn't have to Google that. She bought the little plastic outlet covers, thinking she was getting close to awakening her maternal instincts, or not. When the back room met her expectations, she went home to make sure her family ate before getting ready.

We're domestic.

We have a family.

Our life will be easy.

A fight is brewing.

That was her feral side. If she said a fight was brewing, Deja knew she could take it to the bank. She dressed herself and walked with Enzo and Ven to The Wolves' Den. She wanted to get there early and wait for Jessie and Mia.

She was sitting at one of the tables talking to Xander and Caden when Jessie walked in.

Jessie's scent hit her in the gut. If she could smell her, then so could the Kur'iks. She wasn't sure what she was smelling; it almost smelled like she was ripe. That made no sense. Deja stood up and turned to look at Jessie. The howl that went up in the club set her nerves on edge.

Jessie was looking scared, her big eyes searching the room. She held a small bundle in her arms that was wiggling. Deja quickly covered the distance between them. She noted that bundle was far too small for a one-year-old.

"Jessie, I've been waiting for you." She reached out and hugged her. "Jessie will be working here as a waitress." She made the announcement loud so Jessie would know everyone heard.

Deja took her arm and led her to the employee room. When Jessie was through the door, Deja turned back to face the males in the room. Her eyes glowed with an inner fire. Her teeth elongated, and her nails grew into claws. She gave a hiss that had every male stepping back.

All eyes focused on her before a low murmur started.

"It's true," one male said.

"How did this happen?" another asked.

All eyes turned to Enzo before they moved towards him, still asking questions so low that she shouldn't have been able to hear them.