Page 9 of Tamed Wolf

I pull a nipple into my mouth and get lost, taking my time so I can distract her while I slip a hand in her pants at long last, getting my fingers wet so I can make sure she’s good to go for me. Not about to fucking chafe when my wet dream is about to come true. “You want my bite?”

“P-please. Want a matched set. The bond feels weird with just me and Ivan.”

I push her back and finish getting her naked, admiring the curves she’s been blooming. “Can’t wait to sink into these thighs, Lark. I’m sorry how your night started, but I’m not sorry about how it’s ending.”

I get myself prepped and kneel on the couch, salivating at the view of her. “Going to make this good for you, Lark. Got to show you everything you get by being our mate.”

The first thrust is heaven, the second fucking nirvana, and by the third I’m already fighting off my orgasm. She’s just too godsdamned pretty; it’s almost a fucking problem. “Rub yourself for me, sweetheart, make yourself feel good. You see how good your body’s taking me? Fuck, Lark. This cunt is perfection.”

She’s mostly quiet, which I don’t mind, so I close my eyes and get lost in her body, only opening them when I can’t hold it off anymore. Her face is slightly pinched but nothing else matters when my spine starts burning with how intense my release hits me, my wolf snarling through all my barriers when I’m most vulnerable, ready to claim his mate.

I bite right into the fleshy part of her leg above her knee, feeling that bond snap into place. It is weird and will take some getting used to, but it’s also kind of cool, I guess.

I wipe a few tears out of Lark’s eye as I pull out of her, smirking that I made it so good for her she was shedding tears. Bet I gave it to her better than Ivan did, that fucker.

“Can I get you a soda or something while you wait for us to finish working? We’ve got pillows and blankets in that cabinet over there because sometimes we end up too drunk by the end of our shift to get home,” I say with a laugh, buttoning my pants back up.

“Um, just some water, maybe. Where’s the restroom at? I think I want to…clean up a little.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. There are some body wipes in that cabinet as well, but if you walk out this door and turn right there’s a private bathroom there. Code is 1549. There’s water in the mini fridge next to the cabinet, but you have your phone, right? You can text if you need anything else. Should just be a few more hours before we can head out.”

“Um, okay.” She stands and sort of waddles over to the cabinet to get body wipes while I enjoy the view, reaching for the cigarettes I’ve always got in my back pocket. I light one up and inhale it, loving the rush of nicotine.

“Is there any way you could just get my backpack? I’m not sure what Ivan did with it, and I have some assignments for school I was going to work on. Or I could get it if you tell me where to go.”

“I’ll take care of it. I don’t want you to leave this office unless one of us is with you, okay? Our girls are pretty, but they’re mean if they think they’ve got competition. I don’t want you to get involved with them. Just relax, sweetheart. I’ll order some food for you to snack on. Oh shit, I said I’d rub your shoulders for you, didn’t I?” I bite my lip and eye the doorway, hoping she backs out.

“Oh, um, that’s okay. I’m sure you’re busy, right? Maybe I could get a rain check?”

“You’re too good for me, babe. Whatever you want.” I head out of the room, whistling, and step outside to finish smoking my cigarette before getting everything my girl needs. I know it’s going to be more than a few hours, but maybe she’ll fall asleep on that couch and not notice.

My dick is so damned happy I might even offer to stay late and close because I’m in a really damn good mood.

Chapter Four

Lark, Before

Fuck.

Out of all the times I’ve been scared in my life, this takes the cake.

When my heat hit a few months ago, I was terrified because I know what heats normally lead to, and there was no way in hell that Ivan or Trevor would ever allow me to go on birth control.

Do I want this baby for the sake of what they’ll be to me? Of course.

The thought of having someone to actually love, someone to fill the void that my life has quickly spiraled into feels like a hope too big to grasp. But I know that my being pregnant will simply be another thing they can use to control me.

While they’ve never physically hurt me, there are things much worse than a few bruises. The feeling of constantly feeling like I’m going crazy because they make me feel like I remembered things wrong, or constantly making me feel like I have to accept anything they want because if I don’t, they get cold and hateful and make me feel like shit about myself.

I’ve become a quick study in how to smile and keep my head down. I’m losing everything I used to love about myself, and they’ve taken everything good away from me already. Once I fully accepted them as mates, it wasn’t long until they convinced me that going to school to finish my diploma was worthless.

What need did I have for a high school diploma when they kept me so well? What was I going to do with an education, leave them and get a job?

None of my friends talk to me anymore and I haven’t heard from my parents or brother since I moved out. I’ve never felt so godsdamned alone, and I think that’s the worst part.

I’m nearly always around someone since they don’t trust me to be alone, yet I have no one that actually wants to talk to me or spend time with me. They’ve gone so far as to make sure no one at the club will even make eye contact with me, let alone speak to me. The last time someone tried to befriend me there, they got jumped in the alley and didn’t show up for anymore shifts.

Then again, I have nice clothes and a home and a bed, so what do I really have to complain about?

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