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

61. Gael

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Gael

I kicked open the door to our borrowed room, which was on the bottom floor of one of the fortress’s turrets. The heavy wooden door rattled against the stone walls, but I didn’t give a fuck. My mate was in my arms; my wolf was riding me to sink my fangs into her and seal this bond between us, and then sink into her and let the rut take over.

Because, hot damn, she smelled delicious. Her arousal was heady and thick in the air, and I knew my eyes were glowing as my need brought out my primal instincts. I would never smell a cup of coffee the same way again after this night.

I flicked the lock on the dead bolt with one hand, the other still cupping her ass through this indecent dress. Goddess, I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to frame the damn thing as a work of art or light it on fire so she could never wear it in public again.

But when my thighs bumped the edge of the oversized mattress, she buried her fingers in my hair and yanked me free from her lips. Her puffy, red lips that had been bitten half a dozen times on the walk over here.

“Put me down. You need to let me take care of your shoulder before anything else,” she demanded. If I weren’t already hard as a rock, her trying to boss me around would have absolutely done it for me. But as it was, I was already a steel rod, so I gripped the back of her neck and used the hand already on her backside to grind her pussy against me through the dress.

“You’re not in charge here, princess. And I’m not putting you down unless it’s down on my cock .”

She shuddered, skin flushing at the mere suggestion of what we were about to do, but there was a stubborn light in her eyes that I knew meant she wasn’t going to let this drop. Time for a distraction .

“This dress is even worse than that hot little black nightie you were tormenting me with when we stayed that night on Pack Effelin’s grounds,” I said, letting my thumb graze her nipples through the thin fabric.

Her eyes went wide, even as she arched her breasts against my chest. To my surprise, she laughed, dropping her head briefly against my shoulder as her body rocked with the force of her laughter. “I can’t believe you remembered that. I was so embarrassed, but Dirge seemed like he needed to pee.”

“Princess, the image of you in that skimpy little scrap of black silk kept me up at night for weeks .”

But when I dove back in to pepper kisses along her neck, Leigh pulled back and snarled, holding my eyes in a clear challenge. “You will put me down so I can take care of your shoulder, or you won’t get within five feet of this pussy tonight. Are we clear?”

I groaned, leaning in and biting her bottom lip again. “It shouldn’t be hot when you talk to me like that,” I muttered, slapping her lightly on the ass before settling her on the edge of the bed. “But the priestesses put a pot of salve in here for the rune. Hold on.”

I crossed to the bedside table, and sure enough, next to the usual clean-up supplies for the bites, there was a tin of greasy salve with the rune stamped on top of the lid. I brought it back to Leigh, who snatched it from my grip.

“Turn so I can get to your shoulder.”

“Yes ma’am,” I murmured, and she laughed.

The salve stung a little, but not enough to distract me from the goal. The second I heard the lid of the tin snick back into place, I grabbed it and tossed it toward the chair in the corner, not caring when it bounced and rolled across the floor.

“This dress should be criminal,” I said, letting my wolf’s rumble out as I leaned over her on the bed, my erection straining against the borrowed slacks.

“So you like it?” she asked with a wicked grin. Damn, she was gorgeous.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky to piss you off enough that you picked me, but I’m going to count my lucky stars every day that I did.”

Leigh rolled her eyes at my sappy words, but they were true. “I was only pissed off because I was attracted to you, and I thought you were an arrogant ass.”

“That so? What do you think now?” I ground my hips against hers, the heat of her pussy making it to me even through the dress.

“Mmm,” she groaned, leaning back on her elbows, leaving her chest on display for me. “Now I think you’re an arrogant ass who I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

I laughed, a full-on belly laugh, head hanging from my shaking shoulders.

Only Leigh .

You know you like it, her voice sounded in my head, and I snapped my gaze back up to meet hers.

“I love it,” I said with a growl. “Now stand up so I can see all this beautiful skin. ”

She did as I asked, letting me pull her to her feet and spinning so I could see the back of the dress.

Holy fuck .

She chuckled, the throaty sound driving me wild as she peeked over her shoulder to catch my reaction.

“We’re definitely framing this dress,” I said, swearing as I pushed the straps off her shoulders and it fell to a silken puddle at her feet.

I pressed a kiss to her shoulder first, then worked my way down her spine, kissing every single line and curve of her marks as she clung to me. Then I flipped her to her back, starting at her ankle and pressing kisses up all the way to her inner thigh. She was writhing, trying to scoot herself closer to my mouth, to get me where she wanted me, but I wasn’t giving in so easily.

This was the one night we were guaranteed not to be interrupted, and I was going to take my time enjoying her. I skated past her soaking pussy, ignoring the whine building in her chest as I worked my way up from her navel, kissing, nipping, and sucking until I reached her breasts. I lightly rolled one nipple between my fingers as I traced the underside of the other with my tongue.

She practically levitated when I finally reached down, stroking her folds with the pad of my thumb.

“Oh, yes. More, I need more—” Her words were turning to nonsensical pleas, hips moving in time with every stroke. I sank two fingers into her heat, the first billow of her pleasure hitting me square in the chest through the bond.

“Holy hell,” I said against her chest, letting my forehead drop against her sternum for a second as I tried to hang on to my own pleasure. I hadn’t bitten her yet, and already, the bond was about to bring me to my knees.

But Leigh was no wilting flower. She was all alpha, and she used my moment of hesitation to take what she wanted .

“Gael? Stop messing around. I need you. Now,” she hissed, and I watched in awe as she sank her fangs into the heel of my palm.

Bliss rolled through me, radiating from her bite as all thoughts of dragging things out flew out the window. I kept my eyes locked on her mouth as I pinched her clit, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, and she moaned, eyes sinking closed as the first orgasm hit her.

I could feel the echoes of it in my own chest and had to grit my teeth to keep myself calm enough to ditch my pants. I never stopped working her with my fingers as I kicked them off, freeing myself finally. When she lifted her lips from my palm and licked over her bite marks, the urge to bite her was so strong, I could barely keep my canines from puncturing my own bottom lip.

But I wanted to be inside her when she fell apart the next time and when the bond fell fully into place. I lifted her hips, holding her gaze as I slowly notched the tip inside her. She whimpered and arched, still trying to hurry me along, but I didn’t need reminding.

I slid home in one stroke, and she screamed my name, pulsing around me as her pleasure crested again. When she relaxed, I started to move, pumping in slowly, my grip on her hips holding her at exactly the right angle to stroke the sweet spot inside her with every thrust.

When the need was too much to bear, the bond thrumming with wild need in my chest, I leaned forward, bracing myself on one palm, as I kissed her breast, circling her nipple with my tongue before I struck, fangs sinking in above her areola, dick buried to the hilt in her tight pussy.

Golden light burst like fireworks in my vision as the taste of her and the pleasure overwhelmed me. I roared against her skin, my release taking everything I had, and her raw screams of pleasure as the bond locked us together and drove her straight into another orgasm were enough to rattle the glass in the windows.

I was breathing hard, still hovering over her as I licked the wound clean and watched in awe as it immediately started to knit back together, my mark healing beautifully as it shone on her golden skin.

I was wrecked. A sailor lost at sea, crashed on the rocks. And she was my own personal siren, singing me home. When she kissed me again, though, nothing else mattered. We could be lost, under the gun, and hunted. As long as I had her and she was safe in my arms, I knew I’d found home.

She wrapped me in her arms and pulled me to the mattress at her side so she could curl up against me. Her fingers traced light trails over my chest that had me hardening again, but she was humming happily under her breath, and I knew she was thinking something.

What is it? I tested out asking her in the bond.

Her gorgeous blue eyes rounded in surprise, and a wide smile spread across her face. Her eyebrows crinkled a little when she concentrated, and a moment later, I got a return thought.

I think I found a name for our girl.

“Really?” I was so surprised, I blurted it out loud, forgetting about trying out the mental bond.

“Really. How do you feel about… Poppy? There was one in my bouquet, and I just loved it. Something about it spoke to me.” She bit her bottom lip, and my eyes were drawn to the motion like a magnet.

But she’d asked me a question. Poppy . It was sweet and feminine, but also strong somehow. And she’d been calling her Petal from the beginning, so it fit.

“I think it’s perfect,” I murmured, kissing her again and pulling her on top of me so she was straddling my chest.

“Already, prince? You’re insatiable,” she said as she ground back against me with a pretend gasp. But a second later, she was lifting herself and sliding down to take me to the hilt, and all thoughts but her and chasing her next wave of pleasure fell out of my mind.

The rest of the world could wait. Tonight, it was only us, laying the foundation for the rest of our lives. Together.