Chapter 25

CHAPTER 25

A week later

Kendra

The snow fell silently outside, blanketing the world in a peaceful hush that felt miles away from the battle-scarred lives we’d been leading for what seemed like forever now.

I stood in front of the fireplace in the small cabin that Silas’s pack had assigned to us, the warmth from the crackling flames tracing over my skin as I watched the embers dance. The Resistance had finally begun to regroup, and, for the first time in what felt like forever, we’d found a moment to breathe. The wolves wouldn’t come for us in the dead of winter and even if they did, the chances of them finding us were slim.

I heard the door creak open behind me, followed by the unmistakable sound of Rowan’s quiet footsteps. The heavy warmth of his presence was there an instant later, and I smiled to myself, leaning closer to the fire, waiting for him to make his move.

“I was wondering if you’d keep me waiting all night,” I murmured, tilting my head just enough to catch his smirk from the corner of my eye.

“Keep you waiting?” He stepped up behind me, his fingers brushing my waist, sending a delicious chill up my spine that had nothing to do with the cold outside. “Maybe I was giving you time to miss me.”

I bit back a laugh, closing my eyes as his hands settled on my hips, his warmth pressing close. “You’re assuming I hadn’t already missed you,” I teased, feeling the way his breath hitched just slightly at my words.

“Oh, is that so?” he said softly, a rough edge to his voice that made my pulse quicken.

His hands slid along my waist, his touch slow, possessive, tracing a path up to my ribcage and then back down, holding me firmly against him. I could feel the heat in his gaze, the tension that had been building between us for days now.

“Kendra…” he whispered, his voice low, intimate, sending a tremor of anticipation through me. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as his hands tightened on my waist. “I’m done waiting. No more holding back, no more fights or interruptions.”

I barely had time to catch my breath before he added, “I’m going to breed you now.”

A shiver ran through me, my pulse quickening at his words. I leaned back into him, feeling the warmth of his chest against my back. The world outside the cabin felt miles away; it was just us, cocooned by the firelight and the snow softly falling beyond the window.

Rowan turned me to face him, his blue eyes holding mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. He brushed a thumb over my cheek, his gaze tracing every inch of my face like he was committing it to memory.

I rested my hand on his chest, feeling the reassuring thrum of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips.

“Are you always going to look at me like that?” I murmured, the question slipping out without thinking.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he leaned closer, his voice a soft rumble. “Like I couldn’t possibly look away?”

I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. “Yeah.”

He cupped my face in his hands, his touch gentle, reverent, as he leaned down to kiss me, his lips brushing against mine in a way that was both familiar and new. The kiss deepened, slow and unhurried, a promise as much as it was a demand, and I melted into him, losing myself in the warmth, in the feeling of being completely his.

Rowan’s hands drifted down, settling on my waist again as he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed by the window where the firelight cast soft shadows. He laid me down gently, his gaze never leaving mine, his fingers tracing a line along my jaw, down my neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

I reached up, pulling him closer, and he responded, his weight settling over me, surrounding me with his warmth, his scent, everything that was him. His lips found mine again, soft and insistent, and the world around us faded, leaving just the two of us wrapped up in each other.

In that quiet moment, it was like all the chaos, all the danger we’d faced, melted away. There was only him, his hands, his heartbeat, the gentle way he looked at me, and I knew, without a doubt, that I’d never felt safer or more loved than I did right then.

“I love you, Kendra,” he murmured, his voice rough but tender, his forehead resting against mine.

“I love you, too,” I whispered back.

He kissed me again, his lips trailing down my neck, his breath hot on my skin. His hands roamed over me, exploring, teasing, leaving a trail of heat everywhere he touched. He unbuttoned my shirt slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, his gaze full of raw need and love, and when he lowered his head to press his lips to the bare skin of my collarbone, I could have sworn the room itself seemed to spin.

His hands worked lower, tugging at the waistband of my jeans, his touch lingering on the curve of my hips. His movements were deliberate, every touch sending sparks through me, lighting me up from the inside out.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto mine.

“Now, my sweet mate, I want you to strip.”

A flush crept across my skin, and I bit back a smile.

I rose to my feet, feeling his eyes on me as I slid my shirt off, letting the fabric fall to the floor. I reached back to unclasp my bra, revealing my breasts, my nipples hardening under the sudden chill of the air. I hesitated for only a moment before kicking off my shoes, and sliding off my jeans and panties, leaving me standing completely naked in front of him.

I lifted my chin and growled at him, a low snarl that challenged his authority just enough to make his entire body stiffen.

His expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he stood, taking a step closer. His hands moved to his belt, and he slipped the leather free from the loops, the sound making my heart stutter. Taking the belt and doubling it over, he let it hang at his side. He circled me, his eyes burning with an intensity that took my breath away. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” he ordered, his voice a low rumble.

I obeyed without hesitation, bracing my palms against the cool wood. He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against my bare skin, and I could feel his cock hardening through his pants.

He wanted this.

The thing was I wanted this too.

I let out a soft moan, feeling him press against me, his lips finding the curve of my shoulder. He pulled back slightly, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down my spine.

“It’s been far too long since I’ve been inside you, Kendra,” he growled, his voice low and possessive.

“Yes,” I breathed.

His hand tightened on my hip, the other gripping his belt. His fingers brushed across my ass, feather-light, and the sensation sent a shiver through me. He leaned forward, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“I think it’s time I remind you who’s alpha,” he said.

I gasped as the belt came down, the sharp crack echoing in the room. It stung, but the pain was mixed with a surge of pleasure, heat racing through my body.

He struck me again, the sting sending sparks through me, and I sucked in a breath, arching my back and preparing myself for another. But instead, he paused, his hand caressing my ass, the warmth of his palm soothing the sting.

“You’re mine,” he said possessively. “And I’m going to make sure you remember it.”

“Yes, alpha,” I breathed.

The belt came down again, harsher this time, and I cried out, my hands clawing at the wall. The leather strap whipped the tops of my cheeks, and I drew my lower lip between my teeth, trying to stay quiet, but also losing myself in everything, in his dominance, in the sting of the belt, in my heart hammering in my chest, in the bond pulsing between us.

He continued his descent downward with the belt, striking the middle of my bottom cheeks and then the lower curves of my ass all the way down to the middles of my thighs.

It hurt.

It burned.

But it was a pain I’d been craving.

And I didn’t want it to stop.

The sound of the belt whipping through the air filled the space with a piercing whoosh, and I keened, the searing embrace of the leather arcing across my naked flesh.

Several more strikes lashed the fullest part of my cheeks, and I sucked in a breath, trying to take it gracefully when the sting finally started to crest and build. It was suddenly almost too much.

And then he stopped.

His hand stroked the backs of my thighs, the sensation mixing with the heat from the blows, and I felt a rush of arousal flooding through me. I was dripping wet, and the scent of my desire filled the room. He inhaled deeply, his breath catching, and the bond between us vibrated with need.

I gasped as he reached around and grazed my pussy, his fingers stroking through my wetness.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he rumbled, his voice low and dangerous.

“Yes,” I whispered, my breath catching in my throat.

He slipped a finger inside me, his touch sending a wave of pleasure through me.

“Good girl.”

His hand withdrew from my pussy, and I moaned at the absence of it, but then the belt came down again, the stinging bite hitting the center of my ass and moving downward.

He struck the same place over and over, and I whimpered, trying not to move, trying not to squirm, but it was too much and just enough all at the same time. Almost as if he was sensing my struggle, his arm wound around my waist, holding me in place to take one strike of the belt and then the next, but when his fingers grazed my wet folds, I gasped.

And then he gripped my pussy with his hand and brought the belt down at the same time. My clit throbbed against his palm, and I inadvertently ground myself against him. A lightning bolt of desire ricocheted through me, and the belt fell again, only this time there was only the slightest twinge of pain amongst a waterfall of pleasure.

He pressed his palm even closer against me and it took everything in me not to come right then and there. I clenched my eyes shut, breathing heavily as the belt landed several more times, the sting giving way to pure need.

When his hand pulled away from my pussy, I moaned in protest, but it quickly turned into a gasp as his cock pressed against me, the heat of him scorching me through his clothes.

“I’ve got you, my sweet, beautiful little wolf,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Now, you’re going to take every inch of me.”

He pulled away slightly, and I could hear the rustle of fabric, the sound of his zipper lowering, and then his body was pressed against mine again. The heat of his cock brushed against my ass, and I bit my lip, trying not to whimper in anticipation. My inner walls fluttered greedily, wanting him inside me and wanting everything he had to give me and then some.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

I obeyed, and a second later, the head of his cock pressed against my opening. He paused, the heat of his breath tickling the back of my neck, and then his hands grasped my hips.

And with one powerful thrust, he slammed his cock into me.

I cried out, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain rippling through me. His grip tightened on my hips, his body pinning mine to the wall, and he thrust into me again. I dug my nails into the wood, pushing back and meeting his every move with vigorous intent.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his cock stretching me, filling me.

He buried himself to the hilt, the fullness of him overwhelming, and then he pulled back and slammed into me again. I could feel the power, the restraint, in his every movement, and I reveled in the knowledge that it was for me, for us, the bond between us growing stronger with each passing second. Then his hand wound around me and brushed my clit.

That was all I needed for my entire world to burst into flame.

My orgasm rolled over me, my body convulsing with the waves of pleasure, and Rowan held me, his arms circling my waist as I shook. He didn’t slow his pace, didn’t relent, driving into me over and over again as I saw stars dance behind my eyelids. Bolts of lightning radiated up and down my every limb, searing every nerve from the inside out. My eyes rolled back in my head and my hips rocked back and forth as I rode out my orgasm until my screams turned to cries and then to soft whimpers as my pleasure finally began to relent.

My head fell forward, my forehead pressing against the wall. My knees felt like they might give out at any moment, but Rowan held me tight, his strong arms keeping me steady.

“Fuck, Kendra,” he growled, his hips rocking against mine.

I moaned, fully incapable of forming words at the moment, as his cock drove into me. The tip stroked against a place deep inside me, and I could feel myself rising once again toward another orgasm that would undoubtedly be more powerful than the last.

And then he pulled out of me.

I groaned, my legs threatening to give out, but Rowan spun me around, lifting me off the floor and cradling me in his arms. He carried me across the room, laying me gently on the bed on my back.

“Open for me,” he commanded, his eyes blazing with desire.

I did as he said, and he climbed on top of me, his cock sliding easily back into my dripping wet pussy.

His lips met mine, and the kiss was fierce, claiming, and I knew with certainty that the man above me was a force that could never be tamed. His cock drove into me again, his strokes hard and fast, his hands gripping my wrists and holding them against the mattress. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and his body tensed, his hips rocking as his movements became erratic.

“I’m going to fill you up with every bit of my cum, little wolf. I want it dripping down those pretty thighs tonight when you’re lying in my arms,” he growled.

“Rowan,” I breathed as my pussy clenched hard. He chuckled knowingly.

“Do you like that? Do you like it when I breed this tight little pussy? Does it make your little pussy clench to think of me filling you up?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“You’re going to take me like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Ohhhh, yes, sir ,” I groaned.

He claimed my lips again, his body driving into mine, his cock sliding against that place deep inside me that made me shiver with pleasure. My inner walls fluttered around him, and then my orgasm ripped through me, his name tumbling from my lips over and over as the pleasure crashed over me, wave after wave of red-hot bliss cutting through me like a hot knife through butter.

I screamed until my throat went hoarse and then I screamed some more.

Rowan thrust into me again and again, his pace quickening. The tip of his cock pressed against my g-spot, and a third orgasm crashed over me. I writhed beneath him, my back arching off the bed, the pleasure nearly blinding. I was lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of his body, his cock, the feeling of his teeth nipping my bottom lip and the taste of his tongue sliding against mine.

“I’m going to come,” he growled, his cock slamming into me. “Come with me, mate.”

I could only nod. His hand tightened on my wrists, holding me down, and then his hips stuttered, his body tensing. His cock twitched inside me, and then the first jet of hot cum hit my womb.

My own orgasm tore through me, and I cried out, his name a chant on my lips as the pleasure consumed me. Fire burned through my every limb, coursing up and down every nerve until my toes curled and my nails dug into his back.

I held on for dear life as my release raged on, waves of pure bliss making me see glimmering stars over and over again. My head arched back into the mattress, and I closed my eyes, a sea of exploding fireworks going off inside of me. In an instant, my whole world seared red-hot and then when it finally started to fade, I collapsed.

Spurt after spurt of his seed filled me up, and my body shook with powerful aftershocks that wouldn’t stop. I shuddered and whimpered, my pussy contracting around his length. He was panting, his lips on my neck, his breath warm against my skin, and we both lay there, unmoving, the firelight dancing around us.

After a long moment, he let out a sigh and shifted his weight, his cock slipping from my pussy, and I groaned with a flash of disappointment at the empty feeling.

“Look at that,” he murmured, a smile in his voice as he slid two fingers between my legs. He pulled them away and showed me his glistening fingers. “Already leaking out of you.”

He brought his fingers back to my pussy, gathered his cum and pressed it back inside of me.

“You better get used to that, mate. You’ll be carrying my pups before you know it.”

I sighed and relaxed into the bed, a smile curling on my lips.

“Mmm, I can’t wait.”

“Good, because that won’t be the last time I breed you. I want you dripping with my cum every damn night until your belly is swollen with my seed.”