The Wolf narrowed his stare at me and crawled up on the bed.
“I told you that I would be the alpha,” he said softly. “That means that you don't have to be strong, Mate. Give the trauma to me; cry, scream, come. Do whatever your body needs to do to purge the evil he left inside you. I am here to hold you together. I promise I will not let you fall.”
That broke me. I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him against me. The Wolf settled his body between my legs and slid his arms behind and around me. His wolf musk filled my head and calmed my mind. His strong heartbeat reminded me that we had survived. We had been struck down again, but here we were; living and loving together. I pulled back and kissed his beautiful face; the strong jawline, the regal nose, the wise brow. Every inch of him was brutally handsome and so damn precious to me.
“I love you more than air,” I whispered words that I'd gone too long without saying. “I would do anything for you. Do you know that?”
“I know it,” he said gently. “And now, you're going to heal for me. You're going to give me back my mate.”
“No; you're going to heal me,” I said confidently.
“You're damn straight, I am,” he growled. The Wolf's smile was ferociously triumphant as he eased back onto his haunches and looked pointedly at my sex. “Rub yourself; show me what my presence does to you, and I will show you how you affect me.”
His hand went to his thick manhood, and the Wolf began to stroke himself firmly. My stare fastened on his beautiful cock; the velvet skin, the glistening tip, and the thatch of dark curls at its base. I'd had that piece of him inside me many times, but I'd never wanted it so badly as I did at that moment. As I stared at it, my hand moved on its own and began a slow, sensual slide between my legs. I leaned against the pillows and arched my back; desire pinging its way through me like the patter of raindrops. Muscles in the Wolf's abdomen clenched and his biceps flexed. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. His pumping hand moved faster. Here was a powerful, intelligent man with a savage soul, a wild heart, and a raging desire for me. I loved him utterly.
I screamed as I came, and I didn't take my eyes off him.
“That's it,” the Wolf groaned. “You are mine, Mate. Your sex slicks for me, and I command your body.” He grabbed me by the ankles and yanked me beneath him. “Look on me and know that there is no one who could ever take you from me. I will not allow it; not in body or mind.”
I slid my hands up his corded forearms and wrapped them around his biceps; holding on as if we were riding out a storm together.
“No one,” I said confidently. “And I will never allow myself to be parted from you.”
The Wolf closed his eyes and growled low, but it was a joyous sound. When he opened those honey eyes, they were glowing softly. He rubbed his lips against mine and covered me with his body. Then he rose up and stared down at me possessively.
“Take my sex and guide it into yours,” he said.
I reached between us and wrapped my hand around the velvet heat of him. The Wolf inhaled sharply as I rubbed him gently and guided him to my opening. I was drenched with desire and there was barely any resistance. He slid in to the hilt with one thrust; a small, shocked snarl escaping his lips. And then the Wolf set his stare on mine; it was back to burning.
“Now, we take back our love,” he growled viciously and began slamming into me.
Here was the storm I'd been anticipating, but I wasn't just going to ride it out. I lifted my hips—matching him slam for slam—and clawed at his shoulders as he made savage sounds in his throat. His thick sex filled me completely and every thrust brought his pelvis into shocking connection with my clit. I was screaming in seconds.
The Wolf bared his teeth in a smile of victory and set them to the tender skin of my throat. He bit down, and I shattered.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Oh, Gods, what we did together. The Wolf was primal and sexual in ways that no lover had ever been with me. Utterly insatiable; as soon as he came, he would set himself to pleasing me until he hardened again. He filled me and stroked me and licked me in every way that he could. He did things to me—and made me do things to him—that I never thought I'd enjoy. He did it in steps; methodically cunning and ruthless. A touch here and then a quick withdrawal. A sharp command and then a gentle request. He begged me without humbling himself and made me beg without feeling humbled. I was so consumed with him that everything Katila had done to me was burned to ash. My memories of Thor and Blue in those other timelines—gone. Thoughts of everyone else were dampened to a hazy blur. It was just me and my Wolf.
He shifted into his werewolf form and chased me through the woods. I'd run and hide; but never too well. Because when he caught me, he'd hold my neck between his teeth and fill me with his flesh. He'd pour his honey down my throat and
