For several moments the thick muscles of him pulsed within her as one heartbeat.
He let down her leg, but he didn’t pull out. His grip released from her hair, and she slowly pushed up on her own, her breathing still erratic.
“I never do that,” she said, breathless.
She rolled her neck back in pleasure as he pushed into her again, still hard.
“I hope you’re turning over a new leaf. As long as it’s with me and no one else.”
Chapter 10
The feel of her ass against his pelvis and the warmth of being in her had him growing hard all over again.
Fuck, this wasn’t going to plan at all. What had he come over to tell her again?
He’d wanted to apologize. He’d wanted to set things right. He wanted no more lies.
But damn him if her body didn’t distract him. He hadn’t expected this. He reached around her and grabbed her full breasts. She pushed against him, his hands worked to get underneath the fabric. He’d probably fantasize about her naked beneath an apron later, but right now she had way too many damn layers on.
Finally, he found skin and pinched her nipple. The walls of her core twitched around his dick. Oh, God. She would kill him. He rocked into her again. Her muscles pulled at him, contracting. He didn’t want to leave her. If he hadn’t fucked up, maybe he could have convinced her to come home with him. Perhaps he’d be happily fucking her again in a few hours. Instead, he’d return to his cold bed, regardless of what happened tonight. He knew he couldn’t push things too far.
He buried his nose into her hair trying to commit her scent to memory. His memory would have to do for now. Ethan’s wolf howled and clawed. Mentally, he swore at the damn beast. He’d gotten them into this mess.
Damn wolf didn’t understand women at all. Maybe this was a step in the right direction. She’d let him in, and she’d given herself to him, again.
What could he say? “Oh, by the way. On top of the whole, we’re married thing, I have a daughter.”
He had to tell her she was not only a beta to the pack, but a mom too.
He didn’t know how to broach the fact she was going to shift sooner rather than later either.
Yeah. No. That wasn’t going to work. He released her breasts, running his hand down her shirt over her ribcage to her hip. His nerves had done the dirty work - Ethan could feel his dick going limp. An emptiness he’d never felt filled him as he pulled out.
She turned around towards him.
Lips swollen, hair wild, cheeks flushed. That was his doing and he loved it. He really wanted to get a lick of those perfect breasts. He needed her in his damn bed. Shaking his head. No, another time.
“Maybe I can give you another shot. I had no idea someone so bad for me could be so good,” she said.
Ethan coked his head. “Bad for you? What does that mean?”
Olivia played at her skirt, trying to right it. God, he wished she wouldn’t.
A quick glance down and he figured he should fix his own pants and pulled them up, buttoning the waistband as he waited for her response.
An out of place scent hit him. He sniffed the air. The kitchen had the scent of a hot oven, warmed bread, sugary sweet, but now it had changed.
“Why does the kitchen smell like moss?”
Olivia wasn’t looking at him. He followed her focus and took a double take. Where her hands had rested on the metal counter were two patches of moss, completed with small yellow flowers.
“My magic is on the fritz.” Olivia wiped at the moss which easily disappeared. “It’s almost like...” her voice died off.
“Almost like what?” he asked.
“It’s almost like ever since I met you, my magic has been awakened or heightened or something. I was always good at making little flowers and a bird or two out of icing. It’s why I wanted to start a bakery with my ex. But now this.” She handed him the small wolf. The soft, salty scent of embarrassment wafted to him.
“Well, that’s pretty damn impressive. I would say that’s not just anything. I mean, it’s not going to win any fights in the wild, but still impressive for cakes.”
He noticed her wringing her hands. “Watch this.” She stroked the tiny creature’s neck, and it came alive. Not like a real wolf, but rather a bit of art like in Claymation.
The tiny creature howled and circled Ethan's hand before laying down. She snapped her fingers, and it turned back to a small sculpture.
“I never could do that before.”
“Before what?” he asked.
As he looked up from the sugary creature, his eyes locked with hers.
“Before you.”
A slow smile spread on his face. This was going in a good direction. How could he make this last? How could he keep her from running? How did he fix all this? He didn’t want her to leave.
His wolf knew everything that he hadn’t been able to see until now. Her heart was pure, and her mind was strong.
He swallowed back an acidic burn as he thought of his little girl and how if anyone ever did this to her he’d kill them. He’d kill a man that mated her without her permission. He’d throw himself in front of another male to protect that little girl and here, he’d just taken this woman’s choice. He was a class A asshole, and he didn’t know the first thing about fixing it.
“Ethan? What did you come here for?”
The fear in her voice evident on the lilt of the last two words.
Fuck me. I’m an asshole.
He reached for her and pulled her into him. He could hold her. Maybe he could show her she was safe. She was his destiny. Maybe he could show her, he’d never hurt her on purpose.
“I would never come
