And that was only the first day.
I reeled in his sexual prowess; my Lust rising time and time again so that I could match his passion. The red nimbus would settle around us; urging us to greater heights. Demanding more and more of us. And somewhere in the madness and pleasure and savagery of it all, the Wolf healed me. He didn't just heal the recent wounds; he healed all of them. The chains and whips of Aphrodite, the knives and teeth of Phobos and Deimos, the unending cyber torture of Iktomi, the mental and physical rapes by Blue and Anubis, even Naye's searing sessions. Every pain and humiliation—all the emotional and physical hurts—were obliterated by the Wolf's hands and tongue and teeth and cock. His ass pumping beneath my palms, his teeth closing around my throat, his burning gaze locked on mine, and his calming commands; they all wove into the most sublime spell. It felt good to give myself over to someone I trusted implicitly; someone I knew would never hurt me. The Wolf filled my world to overflowing; leaving no room for anything else.
I was utterly his.
I had no concept of time in that bed. There were moments when we saw to our other bodily needs. I know he brought me food, that we bathed together, and relieved ourselves. But when those nuisances were seen to, we went right back into each other's arms. Into the yawning maw of pleasure.
There came a moment when I couldn't tell us apart. We had sunk so deep into each other that I could hear his thoughts. They were wild and vicious, but also so achingly tender that I wept when I heard them. The way he thought about me—the image he had of me in his head—it was profoundly beautiful. He was possessive and jealous with an instinctive need to have me to himself. But beneath that driving force was something that was primal in the most poignant way. He loved me with every piece of his being; with everything he'd given me—his soul, his blood, his body, and his mind. They were all saturated with me. The Wolf's love was that of the beast for his mate; eternal and uncompromising. The first love the Earth had ever witnessed.
“You are mine,” the Wolf said again. “And I am yours, Mate. Nothing else matters.”
And it didn't. He made me say it to him, over and over; vow to him that he was everything to me—my true alpha. I cried it into his chest, I screamed it as I came, I purred it into his ear, and I whispered it to him at night. How many nights; I didn't know until later. But I spent them all entwined with him; his body inside and around mine even as we slept. When we woke, it would start all over again. He'd hold my arms pinned above me, and I felt no fear; none of the trembling panic that always consumed me when I was restrained. The stain of past torments had been scrubbed away with a rough wolf tongue and his wet, sliding sex. I was free to love as I wished. He gave that to me.
Images of what we did together in that cabin would haunt me—in the best of ways—for the rest of my life. I would look back and smile and shiver and then search for my Wolf to ease the ache that just thinking about him brought. That was how deep he'd pushed himself inside me.
And then there came the morning that Love rose instead of Lust. The butterflies filled my chest and burst free; into my Wolf in a colorful rush of delicate wings. The Wolf was kissing me—his body held by mine again—and he broke away to gasp in rapturous joy. He filled me with his essence as he stared lovingly into my eyes, and I knew that I had just conceived our son. The Wolf saw it in my face—felt the knowledge rise through us with my magic—and howled in happiness. I had never seen him so blissful.
I held my wolf to me as the aftershocks wound down; weeping onto his warm skin with elation. Our son was growing inside me along with our love; love which I'd thought could grow no larger. I'd been so wrong. Love knows no boundaries; it can grow infinitely. My Wolf was mine again, and I was his. What else could I wish for?
Then I looked up at him and knew.
Chapter Thirty-Four
The thought of what I needed to do for my wolf floated away on pleasure. The Wolf kept every nerve in my body sensitized and craving him. Every thought I had was for him. He pulled me down with him into our beast natures. And I gloried in it. There was no worry, no pain, and no fear. We were truly gods; taking and giving to each other in the ancient, sacred cycle of passion. The Wolf had accomplished what he wanted—our healing and his child growing inside me—but he couldn't stop. There was too much emotion between us; too much raw love. And Lust.
After we conceived our son, the Lust returned; almost as if a dam had been broken. It raged through me and into him in savage celebration. If the Wolf had considered stopping, that thought disappeared with the haze of red that rose around and inside us. It pushed us forward and then let us go; a kite released into a thundercloud. But somehow, the Wolf always found his way down
