Chapter Twelve

Greyden blinked his eyes open, and knew there was something different. Something had changed. Slowly, his memory filtered in and he sat up quickly when he remembered the warlock, Niall.

"Hey," a soft voice from the doorway.

He blinked and Zenia came into focus. "I remember," he breathed. "We met at the vendors. We sat and talked, and danced until our feet hurt. And we had one perfect night. I got up before you to find us some coffee, and I ran into Layton. She blew some dust into my face and then … then she told me we were mates. I never doubted her because I recognized her scent. Only, now I realize she borrowed your scent. Fucking hell! How could I be so weak? I'm of alpha bloodline. I should've been able to see her deception!"

Zenia hurried over to the bed, sitting next to him. She cupped his face. "Niall said even the strongest would've been deceived. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

He placed his hands over hers, staring into her eyes before he gently pulled her into his arms. Leaning over, he ran his nose up the column of her throat, breathing her scent in deep. His wolf howled in his head, happy to have his real mate in his arms.

"Mine," he whispered. "How could I have ever forgotten this? Forgotten you?"

"We have to put it all in our past. It's over and we've found each other again."

Her words pierced his heart. "I will never forgive her. She caused the death of our child. That calls for more than exile."

"I know," she said. "I want justice as well."

He kissed her hand and brushed her hair off her forehead. They stared at one another, and she gave a little nod, giving him permission. He pushed her back, until he lay on top of her. She took his breath away, and he leaned down to kiss her. All his anger and sorrow faded when she pressed her body close to his.

One of his hands skimmed up her belly, pulling her shirt up, until her breasts were exposed. He bent his head and closed his mouth over one nipple, lavishing it with his tongue and teeth. Her hands buried in his hair, holding him close as her hips began to undulate under him. He obliged, grinding his arousal into the vee of her thighs.

"Please. I need…"

Her voice trailed off, as if she didn't know how to ask for what she wanted.

He leaned back to look into her eyes, and while they stared at one another, he trailed his fingers down her body to the snap of her jeans. Sliding his hand inside, he found her wet slit and swept his fingertips over her clit. Zenia arched her body, her eyes going wide in wonderment.

"Have you been with anyone in five years?"

She shook her head.

A thrill jolted through his body, immediately followed by guilt. "I wish I could say the same."

"It doesn't matter. It wasn't you."

The tremor in her voice said otherwise. "Look at me. You scent led me back to you. And I will never forget you again."

Greyden rose up on his knees and spread her legs wide. Her pretty pussy waited all plump and swollen with her desire. He wanted nothing more than to sink his still-hard cock into her wet cunt and pump her until they both splintered apart. To fill her up so they could have more babies.

"Why are you staring?"

"Because you're beautiful." He inserted a finger inside her and a moan erupted from her lips. "You're wet for me, baby."

It wasn't a question. He placed a kiss directly on the spot he'd just touched, and her hips jerked up, like she'd touched a live wire.

"Greyden," she breathed.

"You taste so damn sweet."

He licked her once more only this time he focused on her clit, sucking on the nub until she moaned again and bucked against his mouth.

"Let yourself go, baby," he ordered.

Using two fingers, he spread her open and licked her over and over. Her hands buried in his hair, pulling it almost too aggressively, but he loved it. It gave everything an edge that pumped through his blood, lighting him on fire.

"Fuck, you taste good," he muttered. "I'm immediately addicted to you. You're so beautiful and sexy."

Her little cries of pleasure echoed around the room and her body tightened beneath him. She quivered around his fingers and he knew she was close. He inserted a finger inside her, pumping it as he blew gently on her core, and immediately she broke apart.

He had never seen anything more erotic than Zenia in the throes of a climax, and he had a feeling he'd never get tired of it. When she collapsed in a boneless puddle, he finally pulled back and let go of her legs, wiping his face on the blanket. He was so fucking hard it was actually painful.

She opened luminous eyes and stared at him in wonder. He pushed his sweats off and once he was naked, he lay on top of her, cradled in her thighs. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at her.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Are you sure?"

It broke his heart that she didn't trust him. "I fell in love with you five years ago. It hasn't changed."

He reached between them and took hold of his dick, angling it at her core. Then he pushed in. She closed her eyes, giving a slightly breathless gasp as he filled her, enveloping him like a glove. He closed his eyes against how amazing she felt.

Something shifted inside him, like a puzzle piece falling into place.

Like he'd found his home.

The only word that came roaring in his head was mine.

He pounded into her, going deep. Fast thrusts that caused her tits to bounce. Her tight pussy sucked him in, turning his brain to mush. Even though he wanted the moment to never end, she just felt too damn good wrapped around him, skin to skin. He couldn't hold back as his balls drew up and he came with a hoarse cry, falling into an abyss that he never wanted to come back from.