Chapter 22 - Lorelei

Izzie burbled, her eyes shining bright, her adorable chubby cheeks pushed upward in a smile. She crawled along the floor, giggling as Holly chased after her on her forearms and knees.

“She’s so darling!” Holly sat up, beaming.

“I like to think so,” I replied, smiling as Izzie kept crawling over to Mark. She couldn’t seem to get enough of her dad. She adored him.

“Do you know if she has magic? Or can shift?” Holly asked.

“We won’t know about the shifting until she’s nine or so,” I said. “As for the magic, there are a few tests we can perform, but they aren’t a guarantee.”

“And we’ll love her either way,” Mark added, scooping Izzie up and giving her a kiss on the cheek. Izzie giggled. “So we don’t really see the need to find out right now. We’re happy to wait and see what happens.”

“Though if she gets the best of both worlds, I don’t think we’ll be able to keep up with her,” I said with a grin. “She’d be a force to be reckoned with.”

“If that happens, Jameson will start training her for spec ops the instant he finds out,” Mark joked. “Malcolm, too. She won’t be able to get away from it. She’ll be a badass by the time she’s fifteen.” He said it with affection, smiling down at his daughter. “Whether I want that or not. At least Declan won’t be able to encourage it.”

“I’m sad they aren’t staying,” I said. Declan had told us a few days ago that he and the rest of the Gold Wolves had decided to move to a nearby town, where a pack was searching for a new alpha and had offered Declan the position. Apparently, seeing the Silver Wolves in semi-retirement had convinced them to do the same. “They were nice.”

“They won’t be too far away,” he said. “Close enough that we can make them do some of the semi-retirement work so we aren’t always stuck with it.”

I snorted. “You guys won’t ever be happy with full retirement,” I said. “You would be too bored.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, a small glint of amusement in his eyes. “But I will continue to claim otherwise.”

Holly took Izzie from Mark and bounced her gently up and down. “I just can’t get over how adorable she is,” Holly cooed.

“Neither can I,” Mark admitted. “As excited as I was for her to get here, I was definitely expecting a red, squishy-faced baby. I didn’t think a baby could be this cute this quick.” He glanced over at me and gave an affectionate wink. “We all know she gets that from her mother.”

“Flatterer,” I said, raising an eyebrow at him.

He shrugged, giving a roguish smirk. “Hey, I assumed you would prefer flattery over the way I treated you when we were kids.”

I tilted my head in consideration as I walked over to him. “It’s a definite improvement,” I admitted, tugging at his shirt and pulling him toward me for a long, tender kiss. Mark put one hand on the small of my back, moving me closer to him so our bodies touched.

Holly coughed. Looking over, I saw the knowing smile spreading across her mouth. “I think it’s time for Izzie to go on a walk,” she said. “I can take her. I think I might see if anyone is at the park and kill a couple of hours.”

“I think that sounds like a great idea,” Mark said, though his hungry eyes stayed on me. Electricity and need pulsed through me, that telltale fire igniting between my legs.

Holly packed the stroller and hurried out with surprising speed. She winked at me before making a show of closing the door. The instant it clicked shut, Mark appeared by my side.

“We’re alone now,” Mark said, his hands going to my hips, strong fingers holding me in place. Need and lust radiated off him. “What on earth are we doing to do with all that free time?”

“Hmm…” I tapped my lips, then gave a wry smile and stepped out of his reach. “I think I’m going to take a nice, long shower, then maybe pour myself a glass of wine and turn on the TV.” I turned and walked away. “I could definitely use the relaxation.”

His hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me back toward him. He pushed me against the wall, his hands going on either side of me as his hips pressed against mine, pinning me in place.

“You’re not getting away that easily,” he growled.

I raised an eyebrow again. “Is that so?” I purred.

His free hand slid down my front, pausing to caress one of my breasts as it went to my waist, gripping it and holding it in place as his eyes looked hungrily at me. His thumb brushed the bare skin of my hip, and the first embers of lust kindled between my legs.

“Am I going to have to tie you up again?” he asked. “Because I won’t lie, I’ve been wanting to for a while.”

I gave a wicked, knowing grin. “I think you’re going to have to work for it a bit,” I teased, pushing him back. I strolled away, moving slowly and swaying my hips, waiting.

A snarl sounded behind me as strong hands gripped my shoulders and forced me back around. His lips pressed against mine as his grip locked me in place. I grabbed his shirt, holding him against me as our lips locked, our bodies throbbing with passion and fire and need. The kiss was so powerful, so intense, I didn’t notice he had reached into a drawer and pulled something out until it was too late.

He pinned me against the wall, holding me in place as he yanked off my shirt, the fabric tearing in his haste to get it off, and my bra. I squirmed beneath him, with no desire to actually break free. A moment later, soft rope wrapped around my wrists, tying them in place and holding me captive.

With my hands bound behind me, he spun me back around to face him. Without a word, he pushed me gently to my knees before dropping his pants to the floor. His cock sprung fully erect in front of my face.

Without prompting, I leaned forward. My mouth wrapped around his cock, my tongue running up and down the shaft as I bobbed my head up and down, relishing the taste of him. His hand went gently but possessively to the top of my head as I continued, his fingers gripping tighter as I continued, moving faster now. I licked the precum from his tip, letting my tongue linger when I heard him give a soft groan. My hands tried to move, my fingers wanting to wrap around his dick, but the restraints held me in place, that knowledge somehow exciting me even more.

Pleasuring him only intensified my own need, the heat building between my legs making me nearly mindless with lust. I savored him, loving the way he groaned as my lips wrapped around his dick and the way his cock twitched with his own tension. I could sense he was close when his fingers tightened in my hair and his grunts intensified. A moment later, his entire body spasmed as semen squirted into my mouth. He held my head in place as he continued to fill my mouth, and I drank it greedily. When it was over, he released my head, and I pulled back, licking my lips.

“How was that?” I asked, a coy smile playing on my lips.

“I think you know,” he said.

“Are you going to untie me now?”

With a snort, he lifted me to my feet and undid the ropes. As they fell to the ground and I turned, his hand grabbed my wrist. His eyes glinted with hunger, and I realized with a jolt of delight that his cock had already begun to stiffen again.

“You think I’m finished with you?” he growled. “I’m nowhere near done.”

His mouth pressed against mine again as his fingers moved to my jeans, unbuttoning them with a practiced hand and pulling them down. When they pooled at my feet, he took a step back, his eyes raking up and down in lust and admiration. Without a word, he pulled me closer. His hand slipped between my legs, but instead of toying with me like he sometimes did, his fingers plunged into me without hesitation.

I gasped in delight as he continued his assault, my toes curling. Even if I wanted to move away, I couldn’t. One of his hands was on my shoulder, and the other gripped my pussy as his fingers continued working their magic, holding me in place. My eyes fluttered shut, my head going backward as the ecstasy built.

As if he knew how close I was and wanted me to endure it even longer, his fingers slipped away, and he lifted me up into the air. He pushed me against the wall as my legs locked around his waist. My fingers went to his hair, tangling themselves in it as the kiss continued, deepening with every second. The ache between my legs grew more potent, more distracting, made only worse when his fingers began to twist and toy with my nipple. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed him inside me.

As if reading my mind—or maybe he couldn’t resist any longer, either—his cock impaled me, almost without warning. I cried out in pleasure as my nails dug into his shoulder blades. I bounced on his cock, grinding so the motion rubbed against my clit. I moaned into his mouth as he held me against the wall. Pictures rattled on the wall each time he thrust into me. I gasped and moaned, my back beginning to arch as I could feel the pressure and ecstasy building inside me until it was nearly unbearable.

When Mark broke the kiss, he leaned forward, growling into my ear, “You’re mine,” before nipping my collarbone.

The words, his cock, and the gentle bite on my collarbone unraveled me. I screamed as I shattered, exploding in ecstasy. My muscles gripped his cock as my legs tightened around his waist. I leaned into him, digging my fingers into his back as I moaned into his neck, still riding that wave of release and pleasure. It seemed to undo him as well, because I felt him cum inside me as my own flames slowly died.

A moment later, he lifted me off him and placed me on the floor before pulling me in for a gentle kiss.

“I love you,” he said. “And I’m glad you decided to stay.”

I smiled up at him. “I love you, too.” I poked him in the sternum playfully. “But if you ever lock me up again, just know that I found this incredible curse the other day that will turn you into a frog.”

He laughed, his eyes crinkling. “Message received,” he said.

“Good.” I gave a wicked grin. “Because I also found an aphrodisiac spell I’m itching to try out.”

His eyebrows shot up, his eyes glinting again. “Is that so?” he asked. “I think maybe you should show me.”

So I did.

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THE END