Page 396 of Fated to the Wolf Prince
Her vibrant blue eyes held a power that instantly drew me in when they met mine. If I had ever doubted that she stood by my side, those doubts vanished. Together, we would do whatever it took to protect our pack.
“Castro is the focus,” she said. “Castro is the enemy.”
Liam stepped forward. “If Liza and I can find it in ourselves to forgive, then surely the rest of you have no reason to be so angry?”
The question challenged each pack member to look inward and confront their own concerns. Through my bond to each of them as their alpha, I felt their renewed dedication and unity. It was clear most of the pack members were willing to follow Liamand Liza’s example, letting go of their anger and resentment to focus on the real threat at hand.
“We need each other now more than ever,” I said. “We must stand together as a pack.”
One by one, the members of the Presley Acres pack nodded their agreement, their expressions resolute. They understood the gravity of the situation and the importance of standing united against our common foe.
“From this moment on, we train, prepare, and fight as one. We are the Presley Acres pack, and we will not let that scum Castro destroy us.”
The clearing exploded with shouts of agreement, their voices merging into a powerful symphony that resonated throughout the forest.
When the pack dispersed to begin their preparations, pride swelled within me. We were strong, fierce, and unstoppable.
“Thank you,” I said to Liza as I pulled her close, relishing the warmth of her body against mine. Her blue eyes blazed with love and dedication.
She rested her head on my shoulder. “We’re a team, Ty. Always.”
Her words resonated within me, a reminder of our unbreakable bond. As long as we had each other, there was nothing we couldn’t overcome. Yes, Castro was a formidable enemy, but he had underestimated one crucial factor—the strength of the Presley Acres pack, united as one.
As I stoodon the front porch, watching the twilight sky, I rolled back my shoulders. My muscles ached gloriously from the pack run the night before, but it was a good ache. I’d needed theexertion. I had taken on so many emotions from my pack during our run—their fear, their anger, their grief—that I had been on the brink of collapsing.
Now, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to find that elusive place of calm.
My muscles remained taut, though, refusing to relax, even after the pack meeting. My father’s confession had been a hurricane erupting within our ranks, but it was necessary. With the truth laid bare, we could face Castro as a unit.
“Can’t sleep?” Liza asked as she stepped up beside me and stroked my back.
“Too much going on inside my head,” I said, flexing my hands to try push away the memories of the meeting.
Liza reached up and lay her palm against my cheek. “If you like, I can give you a massage. Maybe it’ll get rid of some of that tension.”
“Are you sure? You don’t have to?—”
“Of course I’m sure.” She led me over to one of the cushioned chair. “Now, sit back and let me work my magic.”
I exhaled deeply as I sank into the chair. Liza’s warm hands found their way to the muscles in my shoulders, her fingers digging into the knots that had formed from stress. The initial pressure had me wincing, but soon, I sank into her tender, caring touch, and the soothing scent of jasmine that clung to her skin.
My thoughts began to drift as Liza’s worked her hands down my back, each stroke easing away the tightness. The world beyond the porch faded away until all I noticed was the rhythmic kneading of her fingers, and the gentle whisper of her breath mingling with mine. I never fully grasped the way her touch could bring me solace and fulfillment.
She pressed harder on my muscles, and I found it impossible to ignore the heat building in my belly. Her hands possessed amagic I had never experienced before, and my cock stiffened, straining against my pants.
“Ty.” Liza breath was hot against my ear. “I can feel how tense you still are. Let me help you relax.”
Her words were like a catalyst, and I pulled her around and onto my lap, our lips colliding in a whirlwind of passion and hunger, and it was as if a dam broke. We were all hands and mouths, our kisses hungry and desperate. I pulled her closer, and tilted my erection against her while I tasted her.
Our passionate exploration continued, my hands wandering beneath her shirt over the smooth skin of her back. She scooted back a bit and unfastened my pants, reaching inside. I stifled a moan as she wrapped her fingers around me.
“God, Liza… I want you.” I groaned as I buried my free hand in the soft waves of her hair, reveling in the silky texture. My other hand traced a path along the delicate curve of her neck, and the quick beat of her pulse betrayed her own need.
“I want you, too, ” she murmured into my mouth, her hands eagerly exploring my chest and tugging at the fabric of my shirt. She slid down off my lap and freed my cock, then took me into her mouth.
She took slow, deliberate control of my body, captivating me completely in the sensation. I needed to lavish her with pleasure. Touching her shoulder, I pulled her off and onto my lap, lifting her nightdress to caress her thighs, relishing the sweet sounds that fell from her lips.
“Please,” she said, and I couldn’t deny her anything. With one hand holding her tightly against me, and the other exploring her most intimate secrets, I slowly brought her closer to the edge, our bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself.
