31. Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Emm

M y legs ached from the different positions he put me in. I didn't know there were that many ways to have sex, so I guess my originality was lacking. My pussy was swollen, damp but hell, I wouldn't say no if he asked to do it again.

I lost count of the euphoric peaks we'd reached, soaring on wave after wave of pleasure. The fatigue in Locke's body was clear as he pressed his knot inside me for the fifth time, releasing his sinful essence inside me. He pulled me to his chest to get me to stop the small tremors afterward whenever I moved. It was like he was begging me to stop.

Ha—finally outdid him in something.

I hadn't bitten him during this session of intense erotic pleasure. I was still too far into my head, trying to figure out how I exactly fit into his life.

I was a human, and I was becoming a wolf.

I loved scratching, biting, and bruising, during sex, but the bite he was talking about —he wanted it deep into the muscle, and the human side of me wasn't ready.

For the very first time, I had the privilege of witnessing Locke in slumber. His tousled hair cascaded over his forehead, casting playful shadows on his peaceful face. As I gently extricated myself from his tight hold, I paused, savoring the moment, and allowed my gaze to linger on him.

He lay sprawled on his stomach, his chiseled back physique exposed, untouched by any covers or bedding. The nest, as he referred to it, was a chaotic jumble of tangled sheets. The room carried a faint scent of musk, and the disheveled bed emitted a soft rustling sound as he shifted his weight to become more comfortable.

I could hear soft pants, a faint smile on his face. He looked happy, content and his heavy breathing made me realize what a deep sleep he was in.

He was like a cute, psychotic, death puppy.

I grabbed a blanket from the floor and wrapped it around me. I felt guilty leaving, but I really needed to call my sister. My phone sat on the nightstand, charged and ready to go. He gave it to me earlier, it meant I was allowed to use it, right?

What do I mean allowed? Of course I was.

For blackmail, and for me to remember this sweet moment, I took a picture of Locke's naked body sprawled on the bed. Mmhm, he was a fine specimen.

I left the room afterward, quickly dialing on the burner phone. My main phone for other calls sat on the kitchen counter, charging.

He really had thought of everything.

The phone rang once, and Elena picked up with a breathy hello.

"Hey, sorry I haven't called." I started and picked at my fingernail. As I strolled into the living room, I relished the sensation of the plush rug carpet caressing my bare feet. The room extended before me, amplified by the luminous high beams above, but it was not this grandeur that seized my attention. Rather, it was the colossal windows, revealing the beautiful view.

The forest was thick, lush and vines with flowers. Before I stumbled across this town and this MC, it had been so long since I spent time in the woods or a forest. The foliage here was different than what it should be in the northeast, but who was I to question about the plants?

I was turning into a werewolf, I shouldn't worry about freaking plants. A shifter's soul was intertwined with mine, so I had other things to worry about.

I held the blanket tighter around my shoulders and listened to Elena.

"So, how have you been?" she prodded. "Has anything interesting happened to you in the past few days? I bet it has been—exciting."

The sarcastic voice put me off, but I ignored it.

"Yeah, it's been something. I have something to tell you."

"No, no, no. Let me guess!" She got excited. "You stopped pursuing Locke as a bounty and fucked him into oblivion. In the forest, no less."

My heart stopped.

"And, and!" she screamed excitedly, "you took that big nasty knot and let him come all up in you raw."

What. The. Fuck.

"Elena!" I screamed, and covered my mouth. "How the hell?"

Had she been eating Abuela's mushrooms? But, how would she know about the knot?

While I was worried for her health and sanity, I couldn't understand how the fuck she would know.

"Emmie, I am fine! Just a headache, though. So are Luis and Abuela. We are all doing great. Better than ever."

"Then, how did you know? About a knot? How—"

Elena laughed on the other line, hysterical. "I'm sorry, it's just that I've never been so happy for you. Have you bitten him, yet?"

Mary and Joseph.

I sank into the plush, oversized, padded rocking chair, feeling its comforting embrace. Through the window, my gaze fixed on the world outside. The ominous rumble of thunder reverberated in the air, as raindrops cascaded from the heavens. Each drop plummeted onto the broad, lustrous leaves, creating a mesmerizing display before falling off onto the next.

"Elena, what's going on?" a growl left my throat.

Elena stopped laughing. "All the things Abuela told us as children are coming true, Emmie. We have soul mates. I'm just so happy for you. That you are letting this happen."

I rubbed my forehead. "But you guys are still in Venezuela. Our family is apart and now that I am with Locke, I can't leave." I rubbed my chest, feeling a longing for something so unfamiliar. The friends I made here had become my family.

My only problem is that my blood was left behind. I had to get them here where it was safe.

"I don't know how I'm going to get you all out of there. I'll raise the money. I'll work at the bar here in town. I'm not hunting or doing bounties."

Elena was silent for a long moment. "Emmie, are you feeling guilty?"

I bit my lip. "Yes. And I think that was why I haven't bitten Locke, yet, to complete the madness."

"It's so hot, you should have done it already," Elena whispered.

"You act like you know everything that has happened to me!" I snapped. "Do you know about wolves, knots, biting, where have you—wait." I stood from the rocking chair and paced the room, "Like you have been through it?"

My heart pounded in my chest. Locke has heard every conversation I've had with my family. He had my burner phone; he said Switch was great with computers; she knows everything that has happened to me.

He. Did. Not.

"Where the fuck are you?" I screamed into the phone.

Elena smacked her lips. "I can't tell you that right now. You are in the middle of your mating thing, and you are in heat. Which - let me tell you—"

"Shut up! What the fuck! Where is Abuela? You two monsters have kept secrets from me!"

"Emmie, we had to. You were still coming to terms with Locke and—"

"Don't Emmie me!" I shook my head. "You knew things were weird and said nothing!"

"Because I couldn't!" Elena screamed back. "Locke wanted to keep it from you. He wanted to tell you himself. You wouldn't have believed me. And, anyway…I needed my time, too."

Her time? Her time ? What the hell? Does that mean she is someone's soul mate, too? I wasn't mad about that, on the contrary. I was happy she found love, but she kept it from me. They all did, and here I am feeling guilty as shit falling for a lycan.

Fury consumed me as I let out a feral growl, my face contorting in anger. With a forceful motion, I hurled the phone across the room, its trajectory slicing through the air with a whooshing sound. The device collided with the wall, shattering into a burst of splintering fragments.

All this time I was protecting my family, trying to get them here, and it sounded like she didn't want to come back at all.

I let the blanket fall and pounded my fist into the sturdy coffee table. It was a hardwood, I don't know what it was called, but I wanted to break it.

I continued to pound my fist into it. I felt my bones crack and my fingernails lengthen. I made one long scratch down the table as I growled into the room, and suddenly a warm, naked body surrounded me and pulled me away.

"Let me go!" I bared my teeth and hit at his arms, that were gathered around my stomach.

"You've got some of my anger, Princess. I need you to take some deep breaths."

"No!" I screamed, trying to fight and get away from him. "You told my family not to talk to me. Where is my sister? Get off me!"

Locke's powerful grip tightened around me, his fingers digging into my skin as he expertly maneuvered me, flinging me around and pushing me into the wall with brute force. The sound of our heavy breathing filled the air, mixing with the thuds and scrapes against the wall.

"If you would behave for a minute—" he raised his finger at me.

I pulled up my knee to hit him in his knot, but he grabbed my wrists, pinned them above my head and pinned my hips with his.

"Listen!" He growled deeply and my body betrayed me.

My nipples hardened and he took his thumb to flick the bar on my breast. It shot desire straight down to my pussy and I let out a moan.

Locke's hand snaked up my chest and grabbed me by the throat, not even using his full strength to keep me plastered to the wall. I very well knew he would beat me in a fight—especially now knowing what he is.

I knew he wouldn't, though. Because I could still see the fire burning in those eyes. Not of anger, but with desire.

As Locke held me against the wall, our eyes locked and I felt my resolve crumble. I couldn't deny the attraction I felt towards him, and the thought of being with him sent a shiver down my spine.

But, I was still fucking pissed. More so than I normally would be. I was just trying to protect my family and I felt lost. Was Elena in Venezuela? Was Locke just telling them what was going on with me? Where the hell was everyone?

"Locke, I don't know what's happening to me," I admitted, my voice barely audible because of his grip. "I'm so angry, I'm—" I rubbed my legs together, feeling my pussy pulse again. "My family—"

"I had to get them to a safer place. If you were to be mine, I needed them where I could see them. They are safe, and yes, your sister has someone who will take care of her."

I let one of my legs wrap around him.

"You seem to think you have secrets from me," he chuckled and ran a finger over my jawline. "You don't. And I'll know even more once we are bonded. Family is family. I will protect yours, and you'll protect mine. We are in this together, Princess."

"Where—?"

"They are safe!" he growled. "You will not leave this cabin. Not until we are both sated."

I felt the hard ridge of his cock press against my mound. He let my wrists go and I slid my hands down his body to grab his toned ass.

Locke relaxed, sending a resounding purr through both of our bodies. He took his shaft and coated it in the arousal leaking down my leg.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs for your mate." His cock dripped with his come, and he slipped it between my folds. He pushed in hard against me and seated himself deep, groaning. "That's it, takes this big, fat cock in that tight, little cunt."

My eyes fluttered shut as his thick cock filled me, and I let out a loud moan, feeling the strength in every part of his body. He was powerful, and I had never felt so electric with anyone like this. The feelings inside me were overwhelming, a mix of anger, desire, and love. I wrapped my ankles around his firm ass, pulling him closer to me.

"Locke," I panted, "I want to be with you, but I'm scared."

He pulled out in a slow, steady motion and then thrust back into me, going deeper this time.

"Don't be scared, Emmie. I promise I will take care of you and your family. We will be together, and no one will ever hurt you again."

Did he know about my father too?

Locke winked and I bit my cheek to hold in that eye roll I wanted to do.

His gentle reassurance brought warmth to my heart, and I could feel myself surrendering to the pleasure he was giving me.

"Harder, Locke," I whispered, knowing that I was about to complete the bond that had grown stronger through this fierce connection.

His movements became more erratic as he came closer to his release, and I felt his teeth graze my neck, a silent claim on me. As he thrust into me, I could feel his orgasm building and I reached up, grabbing at his hair, pulling his head to the side, and staring at his shoulder.

"Come for me, Emmie," he growled, and I knew he was right there with me, locked in this moment, angry, passionate and loving all at once. "Come all over this dick. It's your dick, claim it!"

I cried out as my climax hit me and it took no more hesitation to bite into the thick muscle of his shoulder. Locke's body shook as he joined me, releasing himself deep inside me. Locke held me up, letting his knot nudge further inside me.

He held me like I was light as a feather, caressing my ass while he continued to shallowly pump his knot in and out of my entrance.

"I'm yours," he whispered, panting at my neck. "You really claimed me!"

I let go of his shoulder and I saw the blood run down his torso, but the bite I had given him was already healing.

A darker, more animalistic urge had me lowering my head again and licking the crimson liquid off his shoulder.

Locke shuddered and while he was still connected to me, kneeled on the floor, and held me in his arms.

"Thank you," he petted my hair, running kisses up my neck. "Thank you for accepting me."