Page 44 of Forsaking His Mate

Thinking we might not have had this if he’d remained resolute on rejecting me makes my stomach twist. I can’t imagine a world where Abel isn’t my mate and we’re not connected. He has fast become everything to me. The other half of me.

My wolf howls as Abel drags his cock back before shoving back inside me. I gasp as I stretch around him, molding to his size. “I wish you were in heat,” he growls. “I can’t wait to see your belly full with my pups.”

I can’t stop my pussy from clenching at his words. Knowing he wants that does things to me.

A wolf’s heat cycle usually comes monthly once the mating bond is in place. Sometimes it can take a few months before the first one, but it usually happens in the first year. As a tau, I’m not sure how our heat cycles work, but I long to feel Abel’s cock swell into a knot inside me, locking us together as he spills into me.

“I wish I was, too,” I admit.

He slams into me again, shoving me up the mattress with the force of it, guttural sounds coming from the back of his throat and sweat beading on his skin as he fucks me harder and faster.

“More,” I demand, the word slipping out in breathy growl.

He obliges, his hips pistoning as he plunges in and out. His pace has my toes curling as pleasure starts to build in my stomach. I desperately claw at his arms, trying to pull him deeper inside me. It’s enough, but it’s not at the same time. I’m so sensitive down there, everything buzzing and thrumming with need.

Abel’s breath hitches right before his hips stutter, and he comes. I can feel him pulsating as my pussy contracts around his length, draining every drop of cum from his cock.

My back arches as I try to absorb the multiple sensations washing through me, my legs feeling weak and my body limp.

Abel doesn’t instantly pull out, keeping his cock locked inside me as his fingers reach up to fondle mybreasts.

“You’re mine,” he says.

“I am,” I agree. “You’re mine too.”

“Always.”

He finally slips out of my pussy and pulls me to him. My head rests against his chest, my body plastered against him, his seed still inside me. Abel draws circles on my arm as my thoughts linger on him wanting to put a baby inside me. “Are you happy?”

His question surprises me, and I glance up at him. “You must be able to sense through the bond that I am,” I say.

“I can, but I want to hear it from your mouth.”

“I’m happy, Abel,” I assure him. “Are you?”

“More than you can imagine. I thought I would never find this. I thought I would spend my life alone because of my moon sickness. This is beyond my wildest dreams. I hate that you have to deal with me when I’m so damaged.”

I snap my eyes to his. “You’re not damaged. The moon sickness doesn’t define you, Abel, and will happily ‘deal with you’ every time.”

He kisses me. “Maybe one day I will see it that way.”

“Have you ever considered that your ability to become feral could be a weapon against the hunters trying to kill us?”

He growls at my statement. “I will destroy anyone who comes for you!Anyone.”

“I know.” I’m comforted he says this, but I can also take care of myself now.

My wolf side is not nearly as strong as my witch one, but I’m learning to focus both. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to shift into my animal, but I have hope. Rouxhas been practicing with hers, and she’s been holding her shift a little longer each time.

The four of us thrive in the magic, though. Hester, Apryle, Roux and I are stronger because of our connection to each other. I don’t fear the hunters coming for us, not this time. I know I can keep myself safe.

I trail my fingers over his chest. “I love you. You know that, right?”

He presses another kiss to my mouth, his arm tightening around me. “I love you too.”

Two days later,I’m up with the sunrise, sitting on the porch again with a blanket over my knees and my hands wrapped around a fresh mug of coffee. I try to calm my mind, but my thoughts are troubled enough to have pushed me from bed. The past two nights, I’ve had nightmares about the hunters. I don’t know how to describe them, but they felt like visions in my sleep, something that’s never happened before. I don’t know what they mean, but they play over in my mind as I stare over the lake.

The grass is covered in a layer of frost that makes it shimmer as the winter sun peeks over the mountains. I can sense Abel is awake through the bond, and that gives me comfort. I wait as I hear him moving around before he eventually opens the door and steps out onto the porch.

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