Page 62 of Betrayed Kidnapped Mate

I grew up with gory, horrific scenes like the one before me, my father’s blood pouring out, far too much of it. But the cycle stops here.

My father’s body drops to the cobblestone with a heavy thud when Bigby releases it, and though Bigby is covered in blood and gore when he steps forward, I allow him to wrap his arms around me. I settle against his chest, breathing in his scent.

I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.

I look up at him, my eyes wide, something whole and complete filling my chest as our mating bond snaps firmly into place. The shifters around us cheer, and Aris greets Hector officially as the new head of the Northern California pack.

Chapter 35 - Bigby

I wake up slowly, my body sore and bruised, the nasty cut on my side extra sore after shifting to fight Amon.

Forgetting for a moment that Amon is dead, I sit up in bed, my chest heaving, worry flooding me. Where is Rosa? Where is Kaila?

“Bigby,” Rosa says, stepping into the bedroom, her figure silhouetted in the soft evening light. I stare at her, remembering.

Amon is dead. My mating bond with Rosa is finally complete.

I love you, I send, my heart skipping when she sends, I love you, too, right back.

“Go back to sleep,” she says out loud, her voice soft. “I know you need the rest.”

She’s wearing a different nightgown, a little black slip this time, and I can’t keep my eyes off of her. My gaze travels from her bare feet, up the line of her calves, to the place where her thighs disappear into the skirt of her pajamas.

After the battle, after killing Amon, I’m sure there’s a mountain of things to take care of: cleaning up the street, having Percy medically evaluated, inviting Hector for a formal dinner, discussing future allegiances, informing other packs in the area of the developments, calling a meeting with the Rosecreek humans—but I don’t have to worry about all that.

Right now, there’s only one thing on my mind.

“Come here,” I say, throwing off the covers and getting out of bed, walking toward her, my cock already growing hard at the thought of having her. Why would I sleep when I could have her in my bed instead?

“Bigby,” she says, a warning in her voice, “you need more sleep, more rest, Maisie said—”

I slant my lips over hers, swallowing the rest of her sentence, and despite her words, her body moves to mine immediately, molding against me, her breasts pressing against my chest, one of her legs hitching so I can get even closer to her.

The silky black fabric of her nightgown slides up her thighs, and I groan into the kiss, the sight and feeling of it so sensual it makes my mouth water.

For years, I haven’t looked at a single woman, haven’t been interested in sex. I thought I was going through a period of maturity, not being sex-crazed all the time. It turns out I just didn’t have the right woman in front of me.

I kiss her, hard and fast, against the wall, my hands in her hair, her soft, frantic panting making me desperate to touch her, feel her, get ever closer.

Her hands go to my waist, and I realize a second later that I’m dressed only in boxers, and Rosa is already pushing those off, sliding them down and over my ass, freeing my cock, which is already hard, pushing against her stomach.

The friction is too much. The pressure makes me even harder.

When her hand wraps around it, I growl, low in my throat.

“You…should be resting,” she breathes, leaning back against the wall as I kiss her neck. Her hands keep moving, pumping languidly up and down my cock, and I tip her head back, sliding my tongue against her, kissing her as good as she’s fucking me.

When my hips start to thrust into her hand, I pull back.

I don’t want to come in her hand.

Before I can grab her, and throw her onto the bed like I want to, Rosa is tying her hair up, dropping to her knees in front of me. The sight of her looking up at me through her lashes is too much, and I let out a low growl.

“Fuck, Rosa, what the hell are you doing?”

“I just want to give you a little reward,” she says, taking my cock again and stroking it. She brings her lips close to the tip, touching it gently, before backing off again. My stomach clenches with anticipation. “For everything you’ve done.”

Her words set off something inside me, and my hands inch into her hair. I need her more than I’ve ever needed anything in the world.

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