Fated to the Warrior Wolf (The Hunted Omegas #3)

37. Gael

THIRTY-SEVEN

Gael

H er taste was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. She was a high I never wanted to come down from, sharp espresso with soft, sweet cream… I wanted to fuck her until it was embedded in my pores, sleep next to her at night, and wake up the next day twined together. I wanted to be so far under her skin that she never had those questions in her eyes again.

I could see them. Every insecurity, every perceived flaw. They dragged at her like lead weights, when all I wanted was to cut her free. If it took me a lifetime, I would cut her free. I’d show her, with teeth and tongue and passion, with claws and fang if necessary, what she was worth.

She was priceless.

I released my grip on her neck to fist both hands in her silky hair, tilting her head to the side and demanding entrance to her lips. They parted on a moan, deep and sultry and making my cock pulse with need. She was burning me up, one little whimper of need at a time. But all we’d ever had was hard and fast and urgent. I wanted more with her.

There was no enough . But I wanted more .

Once I had her lips occupied, I skated a hand around to the neck of her T-shirt, concentrating hard enough to shift one claw. I hooked it under the neck of the shirt—making sure not to nick her sensitive skin with the sharp point—and tore the shirt open.

She gasped against my lips, but only rode me harder, starting to bounce on my lap with her need. She was so wet, I could feel the heat seeping through the pants, that little bit of added friction between us making me groan into her mouth. Good Goddess, she was going to kill me if I didn’t get inside her soon.

Patience, fucker. We’re going to make this good for her . I shifted my claw away, pushing the rent shirt aside, baring her perfect breasts for my palms. I cupped first one side, then the other, delighting in every little noise and shift she made against me as I lightly thumbed her sensitive points.

Her breasts were perfect, small and high and tipped with light rose nipples that I could spend the rest of my life worshipping. But tonight, she was restless. Her hips seeking more than what she was getting in this position.

I released her hair and scooped her up, using her hips to lift her off me.

She groaned in distress as I set her on her feet in front of me, but that distress vanished as I knelt on the rug and peeled off her pants. My palms skimmed the outsides of her thighs as I followed them all the way down, cupping one calf to lift her foot free of the fabric, then the other as she used my shoulders for balance. Her pussy was bare, the perfect little lips glistening with her need.

Goddess, I needed to taste her with a ferocity that banded around my chest. I lifted her again and spun, settling her into the chair where I’d been sitting, then spread her wide, so her pretty pussy was open for me. She blushed, a hot flush starting at her breasts, working its way up her chest and neck .

“You’re so damn beautiful, I’d have you painted exactly like this if I wouldn’t have to kill the poor fucker for looking at you,” I murmured as I traced the lines of her muscles up from her ankles, letting my fingertips play over the back of her knee and then up the insides of her thighs. She was so responsive, and I loved every single second. My dick was trying to punch a hole through my pants, but I had to be patient. Had to show her there could be more between us than a quick fuck or a heat-induced haze.

So much more.

I spread her lower lips with my thumbs, tracing, learning the shape of her.

“Gael, please,” she begged, her hips jumping under my touch.

“Please what?” I murmured, never stopping. The touches were light, not enough to give her what she wanted, but enough to make another little whimper fall from her lips.

“More, please— I need, I need…”

I growled, my wolf demanding I give her anything she wanted. I sank a finger into her heat and let one thumb come up to play with the hood of her clit.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—” She threw her head back into the cushions of the chair, hips coming all the way to the edge to chase the friction she needed. I chuckled as I added a second finger, still not giving her everything.

Back and forth, tracing those shapes around the hood, which was already swollen with need. When she whimpered the next time, it sounded almost pained, and I knew she was ready. I leaned forward, using the flat of my tongue to work her clit. I only made it around twice before she screamed, locking her knees around my shoulders as she flooded my tongue with her sweet release. I never stopped the slow pump of my fingers, though my free hand was gripped so tightly on the arm of the chair, I definitely heard something splinter as she chased out her release.

She was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted, better than any dessert the finest chef in one of Reed’s restaurants could ever dream up. And as she came down to earth, her hands scrabbled against my hair, yanking and tugging as she tried to pull me up.

“Please, I need more. You, I need all of you. Fill me up, Gael, please.” She was breathless and wild, hair mussed and skin flushed. She was a vision, and she was all mine.

But this was for her. I needed her to know that I was all in, and I couldn’t mindlessly take what I needed. She had to want this, drive this. I planted one more kiss right over her clit and then stood, quickly shucking my own pants.

“Stand up,” I ordered, my wolf riding me hard. There would be time for sweet words later, after we’d both had our fill.

She was on her feet in an instant, swaying into my chest. I closed my eyes as her breasts crushed against my bare chest, the sensation of her tight nipples driving my control to the limit. She was so soft, so perfect.

I took her by the shoulders and turned us, then settled back into the chair, legs spread wide and cock jutting up like a damn sword. I patted my lap again this time, the invitation clear.

Your move, princess .

She licked her lips, and I tried hard not to envision her swallowing me down in this position. I didn’t want to blow too early, and that was the path to disappointment. For her. I could never be disappointed with Leigh.

No, I wanted her to sink down on me, ride me to her own peak, and then drag me over the edge with her. She didn’t make me wait long.

I gripped the arms of the chair, hanging on for dear life as she placed one knee on the chair, braced her hands on the back to either side of my head, and then brought up the other knee, bracketing me. Her breasts hovered at the perfect height, so I leaned forward and nipped the rounded swell of one with my teeth. She dropped her head back with a gasp, hips rocking against empty air.

I laved the spot with my tongue, and she hissed as she sank down, locking eyes when the head of my cock bumped her entrance. She was soaking wet, and it was my turn to groan as bliss tingled up from the base of my spine.

Leigh hesitated once the tip was in, rocking back and forth and whimpering.

G-spot, I realized, considering. Should I help her, or let her stay in control?

She seemed stuck, the tiny rocking moves all she was capable of as the sensations overwhelmed her. I wrapped one hand around her thigh, the other going to her shoulder as I tipped her, angling her so I’d strike a little deeper, press a little harder.

I knew I’d hit the jackpot when she clenched like a fist around me. Her pussy milked me as I stayed right there, rocking into her until she screamed another release. When she collapsed against me, I let myself sink the rest of the way in. Her breaths were hot puffs against my neck, but she gathered herself quickly and sat back up. She worked me up and down, eyes bright as she rode me. I held on for dear life, letting her do whatever felt good.

And Goddess, she felt good. Concentrating on her was helping, but my release was marching ever forward, demanding to be set free.

It had been too damn long, and there had been no one else since her. My hand in the shower was a poor substitute for Leigh’s perfection, and my control was frayed to nothing by the time her breath hitched and she sped up.

She was a vision, pupils blown wild with need as she rode me.

“Gael, I— I… ”

“You going to come for me, princess? Soak my dick like a good girl? I want to feel you squeeze me again.”

My own release was right there, and I gritted my teeth as I tried to hold it back. I needed her to let go first. One more, princess.

“Ohh—” Her scream as she locked down on my dick sent me flying over the edge. I bellowed my own release as I crushed her to my chest, trying to stay gentle as I held her.

My thoughts were scattered, my heart pounding. But there was a steady thrum in my chest, the first threads of our bond taking root.

Delicate threads of gold, stretching between us almost painfully perfect as we breathed in, clinging to each other as the rest of the world melted away.

There was nothing but Leigh and me. And the bond I could no longer deny, locking a steadying warmth into my chest. Emotions swelled in me, nearly forcing the air out of my lungs with their strength as I held her.

She was everything.

Mine .

We slept off and on throughout the morning, not leaving her room—hell, not leaving her bed —except to answer the door and accept a tray of food midmorning from one of the kitchen staff. I hadn’t forgotten our child, and the fact that I had to make sure she stayed fed and hydrated.

Leigh was positively glowing by the evening, when we were finally ready to emerge into the real world. We were having a pack dinner to discuss the tribunal, and Kane had requested that everyone come.

I liked seeing her happy. And a caveman part of me was very satisfied at having been the one to give her that glow .

We walked hand in hand down a wide hallway, heading toward the dining hall. I was musing over how much Leigh seemed to have already picked up about navigating this massive behemoth of a castle when the sound of a brass door knocker and Cristian’s scurrying steps reached us.

“Is someone else coming to dinner?” Leigh asked, leaning her head against my biceps as we took our time, strolling in our bubble. As soon as we went back to the rest of the pack, reality was going to set in. I was in no hurry for that, and it seemed she wasn’t either.

I shrugged. “Maybe. There have been European alphas arriving for days.”

“Ahh,” she said, stifling a yawn behind her hand. She’d said she was good to come down for dinner, but I’d have to make sure she actually slept tonight.

She had precious cargo on board, even though her flat stomach showed no trace. I was so ready to see it start to curve. Something about the idea of her rounded with my baby made me feel like a possessive caveman. I wanted it with every fiber of my being.

We were nearly to the dining room when Cristian’s harried voice reached us.

“Miss! Miss! I must insist you wait for me to announce you!”

“I know the way, Cristian.” The dismissive female voice and the sound of high heels clacking on marble froze me in my tracks. I knew that voice.

Shit .

I felt like all the blood was draining from my face, leaving me light-headed.

“BD? What’s wrong?”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Before I could work through the lump in my throat, the woman I’d hoped to never see again cleared the corner, a consternated Cristian hot on her heels and red-faced .

“Everything okay out here?” Reed poked his head out of the dining room and cursed when he spotted her before bobbing back inside. But I couldn’t worry about him or anybody else. The only person I could think of was Leigh.

This couldn’t be happening at a worse time.

Not now. Not when we’d finally connected, finally taken that next step in trusting each other. The fledgling bond in my chest ached as I looked down at her, sorrow clawing at me as I finally found my voice. “I’m so sorry, Leigh.”

“Sorry? For what?” she whispered, confusion and anticipatory dread warring on her features. Her fingers on my arm went tight, but I didn’t have time to explain. Knew she wouldn’t give me time to explain.

“There you are, Gael. It’s so like you to fly home and leave me to hear through the grapevine that my fiancé is back on the same continent.”

Feminine gasps echoed behind me, and I knew the rest of the pack had come out of the dining room. But Leigh’s fingers dropping from me like I was burning her told me all I needed to know.

“Celeste, now is not a good time.” I ground out the words, not even sparing her a glance. Leigh’s face was ashen, and I was worried she was going to faint. “It’s not how it sounds, Leigh. Please, let me explain.”

She shook her head, backing away from me, first one faltering step, then another. My lungs seized as the three women surrounded her in an instant, Brielle and Olivia taking each of her hands, while Shay stepped between us, eyes aglow and teeth bared in a protective snarl.

“Leigh, please—” I took a step forward, but Shay wasn’t having it. Her hands were half-shifted, and she stepped toward me threateningly. Dirge appeared at her side like a furious shadow, and I knew with sinking certainty that they weren’t going to let me anywhere near her.

Fuck my life .