Page 91 of Locke

Images of his life flickered before my eyes; a rapid succession of memories that filled my vision with a sense of overwhelmingweight. The sight was a painful reminder of the tormented past that he had lived through. Though invisible to my eyes, a presence lingered, its ethereal essence permeating the atmosphere, as if a Goddess herself watched over us, trying to show me this man, even through pain, was worth loving.

And, damn, he was.

The haunting visions played in my mind, vivid and tormenting.Icould see him as a young boy, the sight of his feet in the wrong stance during training. The sound of his father’s harsh voice filled his ears, criticizing his every move. The stench of fear lingering in that young boy as he was beaten by a rival alpha in his teenage years, the pain coursing through his body like a raging fire. His father’s presence was suffocating, exuding cruelty and offering not even a trace of pity or mercy.

Despite the pain, Locke maintained his composure in front of his father. He masked the turmoil within, concealing his shattered spirit. Each blow, every punch, claw, and scar etched into his skin, disappeared as if they had never existed, leaving no trace.

My body ached every time my eyes blinked, watching Locke suffer. No wonder he was different, no wonder he clung to me. He lost his family; his sister, and then his mother. All those years he was beaten to protect his mother from his father’s wrath, and it was all for nothing.

I don’t even remember my mother. My abuela was my mother. I couldn’t imagine if I lost her.

Locke let out another sob and I held on to him tighter. I rested my head on his and rocked him gently. Women may find men crying to be the most unmasculine thing to behold, but fuck them. This man has been through hell, and he continued to tread through the fires with bare feet.

“My sweet Koen, you aren’t alone anymore.” I let my fingers tangle through his hair and kissed his head. “I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.”

If it were even possible, Locke squeezed me tighter and I let out a sad laugh. Locke squeezed me tighter, pressing my breasts against his body and making it hard for me to breathe. I was shocked when my body involuntarily purred. But I let it, not wanting to stop it because it calmed my mate down instantly.Yes, my mate!

His grip loosened, but not enough to let go.

“I’m here, never leaving,” I promise him again, my words whispered gently into his ear as I released my grip on his head. As he tilted his head upwards, I observed his face, flushed and red, the aftermath of his relentless crying. His tear-stained cheeks glisten with moisture, a testament to his anguish.

“You must think I’m weak,” he rasped.

I shook my head vigorously.

“Never.” I swallowed the large lump in my throat. “You have every right to show your emotion. You have every right to let this out, especially to me. I will safeguard all of your worries, and your pain.”

Locke closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against mine. “I am supposed to be strong. And I have shown you weakness. You will not find me attractive enough too—”

I pressed my lips firmly against his, savoring the subtle hint of salt on his mouth. As our lips met, a gentle sigh escaped him. With a slight tilt of my head, I deepened the connection, seeking a heightened sensation. Sensing my desire, he opened his mouth, allowing my tongue to delicately explore and caress his own.

Locke groaned into my mouth, while I hastily worked at the belt of his pants.

“Emmie, what?”

I continued to kiss him, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his raging cock free.

“You are my mate, and I will always find you attractive.” I let out a heavy sigh into his neck. “Let me show you.”

I kissed down his neck, leaving hickies in my wake. They healed quickly, his skin far too superior to leave any sort of bruising. I lifted his shirt, tracing his happy trail with my tongue. He gasped and his fingers threaded through my hair.

“Emmie—no, you don’t. I shouldn’t— I’ve been weak, I—.”

I grabbed his shaft with one hand, letting my thumb rub on one barbell near his knot. He groaned as I took a lap at the head. I gazed up at him, letting him see the desire, the heat in my eyes, how much I still wanted him even with him breaking down in front of me.

He showed me a side no one has ever seen, and I found that to be the hottest, most desirable thing in my life. A secret only that I would be shown.

His cock was constantly leaking. He wasn’t coming but it sure looked like it. I continued to lick at the head, my hand wrapping around his large girth and thumbing against the bars of his Jacob’s Ladder.

He sucked in a quick breath through his teeth when I wrapped my mouth around the giant head, and took him all in at once. My bottom teeth grazed the bars and I opened my mouth wider to accommodate them.

“Goddess Almighty, you took all of me.”

I felt his dripping come running down my throat. It wasn’t salty or musky but sweet. I swallowed continuously because he is just one needy little wolf.

Locke’s hand threaded through my hair but he didn’t push me. It irritated me, so I put my hand on top of his and had him push on my head.

“Fuck, gods, you’re perfect.” He got the idea and began to pump my head to the rhythm he wanted.

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