Page 46 of Tamed Wolf

“What's going to happen,” he starts, “is that we're going to give you every damn thing you want while your body is going through this. You want three hours of back rubs, you're going to get a three hour back rub. You want a specific milkshake from a specific joint two hours away? Guess what? There's three of us; one of us would be more than happy to go get whatever it is you want. Nothing is too good for you. You hear me?

“When we make it through this heat of yours, and we will make it through, we're gonna continue to take care of you. We don't end just because your heat does. And we have no expectations, so don't think we're trading favors. That shit won't fly here. Not in this pack.”

“I'm not in your pack,” I say almost too quiet for even his delicate hearing to pick up.

He holds my chin up and makes me look him in the eye. “You forgot the ‘yet’ in that sentence. You're not in our packetyet. We'll have time to talk about that later. Right now, you need to know that we’re not running when this is done. Don't forget though, we got screwed over with our mate just like you did. Maybe she didn't mess with us the same way yours messed with you, but we've got scars just the same.

“Something about you calls to us though, and our wolves are desperate for you.We'redesperate for you. For now, all you need to know is nothing ends when your heat does. This is just the beginning, Lark. Say that. I want to hear you say those words. Out loud.”

It's terrifying, laying here completely naked and bearing myself like this emotionally, and maybe I trusted the mates I got before too easily, but I don't want that experience to ruin what could possibly be the best thing that's ever happened to me aside from my son. “This is just the beginning,” I hear my voice telling him.

“And you're not going to give us shit about our age difference,” he says and then stares me down, waiting for me to repeat it.

I blink my eyes and exhale a little bit forcefully. “And I'm not going to question you about the age gap.”

“And you're not going to complain when we want to wait on you hand and foot, even when you're not in heat anymore.”

“Seriously? Is this necessary?”

“Say it, Lark,” he growls.

“And I'm not going to complain if you want to take care of me.”

Blake shakes his head. “That's not what I said. Verbatim, Lark.

A whine escapes my throat, and I start rubbing my thighs together, because even this brief reprieve is almost too much for me. I need them to be pounding into me, need to feel connected.

“I'm losing you, Lark. If you want me to touch you, you’ve got to tell me. You need to tell me exactly what you need from me. Get used to talking for yourself, for asking for your needs to be met. I don't care if you think the needs are pointless, if it's something you feel you need, it's important to us.”

“Need you inside of me, Blake.”

“You going to let us knot you?”

My eyes widen at the unexpected request, my brain immediately shutting down that option because it knows it’s not a real offer. It can’t be. “I've never… and you can't. I'm not your mate,” I say pathetically.

“You've neverwhat?” His eyes dilate even more, and I know his wolf is coming closer to the surface. “Are you telling me those worthless mates of yours didn't knot you?”

I shake my head, ashamed. “They didn't like me talking about it, because they would barely inflate anytime we were together. Even if they wanted to, it wouldn't do much. Looking back, I think they were self-conscious. I think it made them feel less like males, that they couldn't knot me properly. They made me feel like it was my fault. That I didn't deserve it and that’s why they couldn’t get it up.”

The sounds he makes are more animal than human, voicing his aggravation and anger. But I know it's not towards me.

He grabs my hand, places it over his crotch, hissing in a breath at the simple touch over the clothes. “Tell me again, Lark. What can't I do?”

He presses my fingertips up and down his thick erection, outlining him, and then we get to the base of him, and I don't understand what I'm feeling. I can't breathe, the blood is rushing around too fast inside of me, and I feel like I'm going to hyperventilate. I meet his eyes, not knowing exactly what this means, afraid to hope for something impossible.

“That's for you, but only if you want it.”

I don't know how, and I don't really care at the moment; I just know that I need it inside of me. The emptiness inside of me is aching, pulsing, and demanding to be filled. To be stretched to glorious torment and choked.

I thought I felt something when Beckett was working me over, but I chalked it up to wishful thinking because I wanted so badly to be knotted. Hard to convince myself I’m crazy though when I’m getting such blatant confirmation.

Chapter Nineteen

Blake, Now

I can read every damn emotion flying through this woman's mind, am sharing the sweet torment stemming from physical touch without me being buried inside her, and we’re having a moment, lying here wrapped up in each other as if nothing else matters. Right now, it doesn’t.

“I need your limits, love. Once I have those, I can really take care of you.” I know the fact that my knot inflated for her is huge, and I don't want to brush it under the rug, but after everything our dad told us earlier, it was more confirmation of the fact that she really is our second chance.

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