Wolf's Mate: Lindy And The Wulfen Part 16

Chapter 20.

What Crimson wanted to do was toss Lindy over his shoulder and race home to ravage her a few dozen times before sunrise. What he had to do, however, was stay right there on the stage with his beautiful mate and greet the dignitaries from the various guilds first.

Elder Horus led them to the dignitaries and introduced them, and then Crimson and Lindy shook their hands and accepted their blessings. When they had met them all, they were led to the edge of the platform to stand before the gathered fae. Elder Horus lifted his voice. "I present the newly mated Crimson and Melinda Ta'rek of the Fae Realm. What has been witnessed here tonight let no one tear apart."

Crimson's parents waited for them as he walked Lindy down the steps and past the cheering fae. His mom immediately hugged Lindy, and the two sniffled, trying not to cry.

"I'm so proud of you, son," his dad said, hugging him.

"Thanks, Dad," he said, fighting the urge to cry.

After hugging his mom, he followed them into the house where a private party was set up for their family and close friends. The rest of the guests would be entertained outside where Crimson and Lindy would make an appearance before they left for the evening. The party would go until dawn, but he had no intention of staying that long.

"You look like you have wicked things on your mind," Lindy whispered into his ear.

He just grinned.

The meal pa.s.sed quickly, although it felt to him and his beast like an eternity. When it was done, he carried her back outside to the stage and they waved goodbye to the crowd that was well on the way to being six sheets to the wind. They said goodbye to his family and the brownies, who promised to come visit whenever they were in the realm, before he settled her into the carriage, holding her close for the drive home.

"Do you feel any different?" he asked, nuzzling her neck.

She made a little soft, contented sound. "I feel like we can take on the world together, if that makes sense."

He chuckled. "It does. I feel that way as well."

"Do your brands hurt?"

He'd never admit it had been much more painful than he'd expected, but it had been worth every ounce of concentration not to make a sound or show that it hurt. Because it had hurt. It was good luck for fae to take the brands and not show any signs of the pain to their mate or the witnesses.

"They're well on their way to being healed."

"Could you shift and heal them faster?"

"It's not honorable."

She made a face and then said, "I just realized I've never seen what you look like in your shift."

"Perhaps we can go hunting after we get settled, unless your pack only hunts on the full moon?" Since he hadn't grown up in a pack he had no idea what was acceptable.

"We can hunt in our pack territory anytime we want as long as we go with at least one other person."

"Well, you'll always have me by your side."

Her eyes sparkled with joy.

He said goodbye to the driver and carried her into the house, stopping only long enough to cast the protection spell over the house and lock the front door.

His wolf was chanting in his head, mine, mine, mine, and it spilled out of his mouth as he laid his mate gently on the bed.

"Mine."

She lifted her arms, beckoning him to her. "Yours."

He cracked his neck, feeling his wolf close to the surface. "The gown is beautiful. If you want to pa.s.s it down to our children, you might want to take it off yourself."

She squeaked in surprise and rolled away. "Don't shred it, I love it!"

He bared his teeth. "What do you love?"

The dress fell from her shoulders, and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were bared to him, the nipples hardening quickly. "You, Crimson. I love you." And then she muttered, "And the dress."

He snarled again, and she giggled, wiggling out of the dress completely and slipping from the bed to drape it over the chair. She wore only white lace panties and the jeweled shoes, standing before him like a G.o.ddess.

"Come here, mate," he said, trying not to order her around too much.

She slipped off the shoes and moved to the bed, crawling across it like a cat, nearly purring as she rose to her knees and slipped her fingertips into the waistband of his trousers. If the wolf wasn't riding him so hard, he might have been able to come up with some flowery words or poetry for her, but all he could manage was to not growl with need and shred his own clothes.

Her fingers rubbed against his lower abdomen slowly as she watched him, her eyes darkening with whatever wicked thoughts were running through her mind. She loosened the lacings and pushed the trousers down his hips, tipping her face toward his. Forcing his wolf to the back of his mind so he wouldn't fall on her like an untried youth, he cupped her cheeks and pressed his mouth to hers. The warm scent of her, like flowers and honey mixed together, swirled around them as he teased the seam of her lips with his tongue until she opened them on a sigh. As his tongue delved into her mouth, her hand slipped inside his trousers and stroked his c.o.c.k. A growl lodged in his throat as she explored him with her delicate hands, and he continued to kiss her, trying not to come just from her light touch and the heady knowledge that they were mates and she was his forever.

His hands trailed over her shoulders and down her arms, tracing the soft curve of her waist as his fingers stroked softly up her stomach to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He could hear her heart pounding, and it matched the steady, excited thrum of his own. Her skin was soft and warm, silky under his fingers as he traced the underside of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and nibbled her bottom lip. Plumping the lush mounds, he lowered his head and kissed the hard nipples that tipped them. Licking a slow circle around one, he drew it into his mouth slowly. She arched toward him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he laved and sucked the tight bud. Tending to the other nipple, he sucked it deeply into his mouth and slipped his hands down her waist. He cupped her p.u.s.s.y with his hand, feeling the heat through the thin fabric, and his wolf howled in happiness. Lifting his mouth to hers, he kissed her like he could climb down inside her, licking and sucking and tasting every hidden place inside the warm recesses of her mouth. His thumb found the hard b.u.t.ton of her c.l.i.t through the fabric and teased it with a light touch. She shivered, moaning softly, and he swallowed the sound like it was food to eat. Her hands had long ago abandoned his c.o.c.k, but he didn't care. Her touch drove him mad with want.

He felt her drawing close to climax just at the moment she pushed his hand away and collapsed against his chest. "I want to," she spoke between gasps, "come with you inside me. Together."

She leaned away from him and smiled in a soft, sultry way, looking up at him through the veil of her lashes. Nodding, he allowed his claws to slide free of his fingertips, hooked the claws around the waistband of the panties, and ripped them apart. Tossing the fabric aside, he grinned at her surprised look then he stopped thinking altogether as she laid back on their bed and spread her legs, giving him a peek at heaven.

Pink. Glistening. Mine.

He bent over to remove his boots, dropping them to the floor with heavy thuds. Shoving his trousers off his legs, he undid the ceremonial leather cuffs from his forearms and laid them on the side table next to the bed. He kissed the tops of both her feet, pushing his prowling wolf to the back again as his claws receded. He wanted to savor this night and give her everything she wanted.

He kissed her calves and her knees, the silky flesh of her thighs, and then he licked her c.l.i.t and her whole body bucked. Moving up her body with light kisses, he gently rolled her c.l.i.t between his fingers and thumb, keeping her on the edge of pleasure. Her hands found his shoulders, and her nails dug into his skin as he swirled his tongue around her navel and kissed his way up her stomach. Tugging her c.l.i.t lightly, he alternated between fast and slow movements, ramping up her pleasure but keeping her from going over.

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s beckoned him, and he licked a circle around her tight nipple, loving the way it hardened a little bit more under his tongue and the way her breath caught in her throat with every stroke. His fingers teased the entrance to her body as his thumb circled her c.l.i.t, no longer touching the tight bud but teasing the flesh around it.

She whimpered and thrashed under him, whispering his name. He would never tire of the way she said his name when he was loving her. It was like a prayer and a chant rolled together.

Her other nipple beckoned, and he sucked and licked it to hard perfection. Her hands fisted into his hair, and she dragged him up until their lips met. He held himself above her, his hands abandoning their teasing touch as their tongues danced and tangled and bliss settled over him. Supple legs slid over his hips, and he felt the press of her heels against his b.u.t.tocks as she urged him forward.

Breaking the kiss, he nipped at her bottom lip and looked down between their bodies. His c.o.c.k was hard, the head glistening with evidence of his arousal, and it seemed to be twitching in an effort to close the distance between them. Their eyes met as he surged forward, burying his c.o.c.k deeply inside her with one hard press until their bodies met in the sweetest, deepest part of her.

"Oh, Crimson," she moaned, her nails biting into his shoulders as her legs tightened around his hips.

"Lindy," he growled, slipping from her p.u.s.s.y and pushing forward again. Her back arched, and her eyes darkened further, now almost entirely black with the strength of her desire, edged with the amber of her beast. The color was incredible and mesmerizing and held him captive as he moved in and out of her hot, wet depths. She moaned and lifted her hips to meet his, the slow pace he set morphing into a steady, fast thrust and retreat.

He slid one arm underneath her body, lifting her hips at an angle to deepen his thrusts. She groaned loudly, her hands gripping his shoulders even more tightly. He swiveled his hips until she let out a soft sound of pleasure and he knew he'd found the spot to send her over the edge into bliss. He pounded against that same place, driving his body against hers with short, fast strokes as her p.u.s.s.y tightened around his c.o.c.k like a fist. He wanted her to come. He craved it on a cellular level.

She shrieked as she came, her p.u.s.s.y clamping down on him as her body locked up in the spiral of her pleasure. His wolf howled and he drew her body even closer to his, his fingertips digging into the flesh of her waist where he held her, and he gripped the headboard with his free hand, using the leverage to give her what she needed.

"Oh, Crimson, f.u.c.k," she said with a groan, her nails raking down his back as she thrashed under him. He tightened his hold on the climax threatening to overtake him. He wanted her to come again so he could follow her into the abyss.

The headboard smashed against the wall with a loud bang every time he thrust into her, his fingertips gouging the wood as his claws emerged. Sweat slicked their bodies as she clung to him, chanting his name. His fangs elongated in his mouth, and as she moaned, "Yes, yes," his gaze zeroed in on the side of her neck without his marks. Her p.u.s.s.y clutched him as he pumped into her, stroking over the place that would send her into orbit again. He shifted the angle of his body so his pelvis stroked her c.l.i.t, and she went wild under him, clawing his back and leaning up to sink her teeth into his chest with a throaty moan.

She fell apart on a keening cry, shuddering under him as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He let himself go into his climax, howling out his pleasure and filling her body with his seed. Striking quickly while she was lost to the pleasure, he sank his fangs into the unmarked side of her neck and marked her a second time, his whole body trembling as her sweet blood filled his mouth.

Releasing his hold on her neck, he licked the wound to seal it and growled in happiness as she slumped to the mattress with a contented sigh.

"I think you made me melt from the inside out." Her voice was just a whisper but was a balm to his soul.

Nuzzling under her chin, he covered her with his body, careful to keep his weight off her, and breathed deeply the scent of their combined pleasure. She was his entirely now, and he was hers. Body, heart, and soul.

And he'd never been happier.

Chapter 21.

The following afternoon, Lindy lounged on the bed while Crimson packed. They'd been up the entire night, making love again and again, until the sun chased the night from the sky and they'd both pa.s.sed out. He was everything she'd ever wanted and a bunch of things she hadn't realized were missing from her life.

Two large leather duffels sat open on the bed as he moved from the closet to the bed and back again. He seemed lost in thought, and she let him have the quiet. Besides, he was s.e.xy as h.e.l.l, and she didn't mind the view.

Earlier that day he'd contacted Commander Fenick and resigned from his position. Giwyn, the evil fairy b.i.t.c.h, was still MIA. But even if she'd been behind bars and awaiting trial, Crimson said he would have wanted to leave the realm anyway. He seemed excited by the prospect of being part of the pack, and she could understand that. There were wolves who chose to leave their packs - they were called rogues - but she couldn't imagine doing that and being without the support of people like her. Even when she had alienated herself from all but the full moon hunts and her best friends, she still wanted to be part of the pack.

He zipped both duffels and said, "I'm ready."

"Then let's go home."

Crimson led her through the house and out into the garden where the fairy ring was waiting. He put the bags down next to several other bags containing more of his belongings and pulled his shirt off, handing it to her. She watched as his wings appeared, pushing through his back and stretching high and wide. He went to his knees and opened the portal then he stood and lifted his bags. As she peered through the portal, she saw the back of her house and smiled. "Your powers are pretty d.a.m.n cool."

He grinned. "I'm glad you like what I can do."

He refused to let her carry anything, even her own bags, so she stepped through the portal into her backyard and watched as he made several trips between the realms, moving their bags from one side of the portal to the other. He closed the portal and stood looking at it for a long moment. She joined him, sliding her arms around his waist. "I'm happy that you're here with me, Crimson."

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

After they unpacked and made love in the bedroom, she called her friends to say she was home and agreed to meet up with them at Jake's later that evening. She expected at least the higher-ranked males to be at the bar, and it would be a place for Crimson to meet members of the pack in a casual setting.

Lounging on the bed in only a pair of leather pants, Crimson watched her while she got dressed.

"You seem nervous," he said.

"I haven't been to Jake's since I got drunk and p.i.s.sed off my friends."

"They've forgiven you; you should forgive yourself."

Easier said than done.

"I know. You're just coming face to face with my past at the bar, and it's a little, I don't know, embarra.s.sing?"

In a heartbeat he was at her side and folding her into his arms. "We can stay home. We haven't christened every room in the house yet."

She laughed. "No, I want you to get to know my friends. This is my baggage to deal with, so I will. I don't want to feel like I can't go there whenever we want just because it's been the source of some shameful moments in my past."

She wanted to continue to have new experiences and share them with Crimson. Yes, she'd been to Jake's a thousand times, but she'd never been with a man she loved. She looked up at him and saw the love he had for her, his acceptance of every facet of her life, and it warmed her through and through.

After a thorough kiss, she finished getting ready, and he put one of his tunics on. As they walked out to her car and he opened the driver's door for her, he said, "We should probably go shopping so I can find suitable clothes for your realm."

"We can do that tomorrow. I don't have to go back to work until Monday. But you look amazing." She sat down behind the wheel, and he leaned down and kissed her.

"Do I?"

"You look like a knight with your leather pants and tunic. Very s.e.xy."

He grinned, and it made her stomach flip.

"My lady." He bowed at the waist and her pulse sped up. He gave her a c.o.c.ky grin and shut the door, striding around the front of her car and climbing into the pa.s.senger side. "What is this vehicle called?"

"It's a Ford Mustang. I always wanted one. Have you ever driven a vehicle before?"

As she headed toward Jake's, he told her that his uncle had shown him how to drive, but that he knew he wasn't allowed to legally without a license and some real training.

"When you do get your license, we can share the car. You can drive me to work and then come pick me up."

He took her hand and twined their fingers, resting their joined hands on his thigh. "We'll get all the details figured out later. Tonight, let's just relax and get to know your friends."

She parked in the lot behind Jake's where pack members parked so they could use the back entrance and avoid the line at the front door. He held open the back door for her, and they held hands as they walked down the long hallway leading into the bar. Her heart began to pound as he opened the door that separated the hall and the main bar. She shook off her nerves. She'd made a lot of positive strides over the last few weeks in her personal life. Those who mattered to her - her best friends and Crimson - accepted her for who she was. Although she wanted to be accepted by the pack completely, she was no longer the girl who begged for attention any way she could get it.

Straightening her shoulders, she looked around the bar and found Faith, McKenna, and Drake sitting in one of the circular booths along the wall. Faith waved, and Lindy waved back, leading Crimson through the tables and throng of people.

Faith stood and hugged Lindy. "Welcome home."

"It's good to be home," she said.

Mac wiggled away from Drake to join them, and the three hugged, and then Mac slid back into the booth, and Drake tugged her close. He was frowning. Lindy looked at Mac in question as she slid into the booth and Crimson sat next to her. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side.

"There are a lot of unmated males here. Drake doesn't like that," Mac said.

Lindy looked at Crimson who was scanning the bar with intent. Faith snickered. "I don't think Crimson likes it either."