46. Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Five

Emm

L ocke was utterly disappointed.

Forced lactation wasn't going to happen, according to Bones. Through the bond I witnessed his devastation, and I had to make it right.

If only I had the experience of shuffling my way through his mind to know exactly what he had in store for me.

When we approached Bones with my plan, he didn't hide his shock. I thought his mouth would catch flies, the way he kept it open as I explained humans often took supplements and medication to induce lactation for the adoption of babies.

But this was purely for Locke's fascination and kink, not for a baby.

Unfortunately, shifters don't take human medication well. The steroids he gave Locke while he was healing from his rabid state was enough to speed up the process for his healing, but once he was at an alpha state, no human supplement would touch him. Since we are at the same strength, through our bond, no lactation medication would touch me.

Now, I'm fulfilling another fantasy of Locke's, and it is borderline insane.

No, scratch that, it is insane.

Grim grumbled to my right while he made notes on his clipboard. "I cannot believe you are doing this. If I wasn't mated right now, I wouldn't be down here."

Locke chuckled, his hands roaming up and down my waist as I sat on his lap. "That's exactly why you are down here. I trust you. You know how I am."

Grim swore, and my face flushed with pure embarrassment. I could feel Locke's knot rubbing my clit from the inside. His knot was swollen, thick and he has already released his come once already.

One wrong move and I was going to cream all over that Jacob's Ladder.

"I would never let Journey do what you are doing. No one sees my female like that." Grim gave a bombastic side-eye to Locke.

Locke chuckled darkly, pulling my hair away from my neck and kissing my mark softly. "Of course you wouldn't, but my mate loves it. Turns me the fuck on. She will do what I want and will only do it for me. Isn't that right, Princess?"

I whimpered when he shifted my body; the knot sliding deeper inside.

"Besides, it's a great way to test the prospects. We already got the one traitor out of the way."

Locke nodded at the headless body in the corner. The basement didn't stink; it smelled of bleach and other cleaners, laced with artificial lavender. Like that would put the calm in these prospects.

This was a torture chamber with taxidermy heads on the wall for the Goddess' sake. No amount of artificial lavender smell was going to make this place any more comfortable.

Locke shifted my hips, and I moaned and lowered my head.

It was both embarrassing and a turn on.

Gods, we were sick.

"No, we are perfect for each other," Locke purred. "And this is the perfect test of the prospects and their loyalty."

Locke had already declared to the bar nights ago, that looking was okay when he fucked me up against the wall in a hallway where people walked by, but touching what was his was a ‘no-no" as he liked to say. When the prospects came into this meeting, seeing me sitting on their alpha's cock, they kept their faces away from me and only looked to their future president slash alpha.

All except one; the one that Locke had had his eye on. He didn't buy it for a second that this wolf was rejected. In fact, he thought it was the other way around. It didn't take long to get the truth, and he was, in fact, a liar.

To make sure he had enough evidence, Locke offered me up on a platter; he offered to share me. I knew Locke didn't mean it, but the prospect took the bait. He stood up from the interrogation chair and took slow, steady steps toward Locke and I, but before the prospect could lay a finger on me, Grim had the prospect by the throat.

Grim took his time torturing the creep; torture was his specialty. Locke watched, growing impossibly hard as he did. He shifted his cock inside me, jerking his hips and let the seed push into my body.

Fuck, it was so delicious.

Sizzle stood in the back the entire time, his hands draped over his AK-47 and banged the back of his head on the concrete wall, muttering to himself. "Anywhere but here. Please, someone take me anywhere but here."

"Don't come, don't come." Locke chanted. I don't know if he was talking to himself or me, but we both came anyway.

"Last one, then I'm leaving," Grim wrote another note and Locke grabbed his wrist. Grim still had blood on his arm and Locke stuck out his tongue to lick up the blood from his best friend's skin.

Grim growled and pulled his arm away, laughing. "You sick fuck, lick blood off your own mate."

They both snickered and his cock jostled inside me.

Damn it.

As the last prospect entered, the small group's attention was drawn to a striking woman with short white hair that barely brushed her jawbone. Her piercing purple eyes seemed to capture the light and reflect it back in a mesmerizing glow. Clad head to toe in sleek black, her skin was so pale it almost appeared blue under the dim lights. Despite the dark attire, there was a sweetness and gentleness emanating from her that couldn't be hidden. It was as if she were a precious gem, waiting to be discovered in the darkness of her clothing.

Bear led her to the chair and instructed her to sit. She put her hands in her lap and stared at the both of us.

Her cheeks flared when she took a tentative sniff and gazed back down at her lap.

"Name?" Grim huffed, even though he very well knew who she was.

The woman gulped, her sharp cheekbones being a dead giveaway that she wasn't a shifter, but something else entirely.

"Nefeli," she said, louder than I thought she would. "Winter fae."

Grim hummed. "I saw you fight. You used some of your frost. Any other power you have?"

Nefeli shifted in her seat, her fingers rapping on the rickety chair. When she caught sight of the dead body in the corner, her eyes widened. "I can control the wind. Yes, the wind," she blurted.

I felt the excitement through the bond. Locke's thumbs rubbed up against my breasts.

"Really, that's interesting." Locke tilted his head toward her. "It is a terrible feeling, to be rejected?"

Locke's question confused me. Of course it was supposed to be painful, but he asked her this question?

Again, Nefeli gazed at the body.

"Best not lie," Grim grumbled. "End up like that one." Grim pointed his pen at the dead male in the corner.

Nefeli paled and a shiver of fear ran through her.

"I-I am technically not rejected," she wetted her lips. "I never completed the bond. I just left. And my heart… it felt wrong to take someone else's mate to break their bond." Wetness pooled in her eyes and my heart broke for her.

Locke's did too and his arms wrapped around me.

Oh, so he knew something I didn't.

"Why did you leave?" he asked, leaving no room for her to reject his question.

Her voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes filling with tears. "He... had a family before me," she began, her words barely audible. "But he didn't bond with the female, he killed them when he first met me." The weight of the revelation hung heavy in the air. "His son - he was just a baby." A single tear ran down her cheek, glistening in the moonlight. "I ran, I couldn't bear to be with a male like that."

The room was silent, even Sizzle was stunned into silence.

"And this male hasn't bonded with anyone else. You haven't felt the bond break? What about bond sickness?"

She shook her head. "The bond hasn't broken. As for bond sickness, the winter fae are known to have cold hearts," she chuckled to lighten the mood.

It didn't.

Nefeli reached in her pocket and pulled out a bag. Inside I could smell dried dirt, bones, and spices. "Some traveling sorceresses gave me a recipe to help with any sort of bond sickness. When female fae ovulate the bonding sickness is at its worst. I put it under my tongue, and the bitterness settles it. I've lived with the sickness so long I've become numb."

This poor woman. "She needs to see Journey," I linked Locke, as I tried to concentrate with his dick deep inside me.

His thoughts were the same. He wanted to talk to Journey first and see what else we could find out about this mysterious woman joining our pack.

"We will have more questions for you later. For now, you are welcome. We will conduct a mind-linking ceremony. I understand fae are not used to mind-links and it can be difficult to understand it. I'm leaving it up to you if you want to complete a link or not. You are also welcome to join the spring and summer fae if you wish."

Nefeli shook her head. "No, they keep it rather warm over there. The coolness of the bar is nice," she smiled.

"Great! Bear will show you to your room," Locke said.

Nefeli's eyes brightened and she nodded enthusiastically. "Thank you, thank you so much. I'll do the best I can to help around here."

Locke nodded, but he didn't smile. Too many thoughts swirled in his head that even I couldn't decipher.

Locke

"Locke," my mate whined, fisting her hands in my hair. "I really can't take anymore."

My tongue generously flattened over her clit, sending her spiraling over the cliff of ecstasy. She fell forward before her body collapsed on my face. I was quick enough to pull away, so I didn't get clam-slammed.

My mate panted when I rolled her over. Her head shook back and forth when I slipped the blunt head of my cock between her folds and slid in easily. We both groaned when I filled her up with my thick cock.

"Oh, Princess, you are so wet. Such a pretty little luna."

She groaned, her hands gripping my forearms and pulling me close. Tonight wasn't about any kinky shit; it was about showing her how much I loved her. I've been crazy about her since we first met. I wanted to do everything with her.

But this, I wanted it slow.

I pulled my shaft out of her slowly and pushed it back in. Her pussy clamped around me and I gritted my teeth.

Do NOT come.

"I can't promise anything," she cried. "You're too good."

Damn, she knew how to stroke my ego.

"No, Princess, I'm just me. I want to give you everything."

"You already have. I need a break." She panted and wrapped her legs around me, digging her heels into my back.

"Your mouth says one thing, your body another." My thrusts got faster and my balls slapped her ass. I tilted her hips to get deeper access, getting ready to plug her with my knot.

Fucking heaven.

She groaned, writhing beneath me, her hips bucking to meet my thrusts. I quickened my pace, feeling the familiar pull in my balls. It was time.

I pulled out and mounted her faster; my cock angled just right against her clit as I thrust. She screamed as my knot breached her entrance, stretching her tight walls. Her nails dug into my back as I held myself above her, with my knot lodged painfully in her depths.

"Please, please, please," she begged, her voice shaking. I could feel her body trembling, begging for release. With one last thrust, I bottomed out, letting out a primal roar as my orgasm took over.

Her cries echoed in the room, mixing with the sound of my howls as we reached the peak of our bond. I felt her entire body convulse beneath me, her walls squeezing, clenching my knot as she reached her climax.

I held my body above her, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion. I pressed my lips against her. She didn't pause. She cradled my face to make sure I wasn't going anywhere.

"Fuck, I love you." I pulled the blankets from our nest around us, burying myself in her shoulder. I sighed heavily, nuzzling and feeling her scent surrounding us.

She hummed, her claws scratching up and down my back, then down to my ass where it felt the best. There was something about her claws that felt so fucking good against my skin.

Sometimes I have a nagging feeling in the back of my head that Emm is gonna leave. I was far from perfect. Yet, she always proves me wrong. I always have some kinky shit to put her through, but she always jumps right in, ready to give me what I want, what I crave.

One thing she wanted to know was what happened to my previous mate. Emm knew that my previous mate rejected me and bonded to another, but I'd left what happened to my previous out, on purpose.

This is where those who really know me find me truly psychotic and, to be honest, I didn't want to tell my mate. I've kept this part of me buried so deep I don't think Emm could find it inside me if she ever tried.

Reluctantly, I told her before our lovemaking. I think that is why I ultimately decided to make love to her as well as I did. Because I unconditionally fucking loved her. She understood me in ways no one did.

"I found them in the throes of passion, miles down the road after I had destroyed Blood Rose. I waited until they were locked and couldn't do anything to defend themselves. I took one claw and took my time, slowly cutting their skin from their bodies, skinning them until they unlocked. Then, I tied them up while they watched each other turn into nothing but hunks of meat. I left them there, in the carriage that she would have taken to her new home. I took a torch and threw it inside. I watched as they cried for mercy, watched their hair singe, and the blood crackle on their skin. I threw more wood into the fire, making the blaze so hot no one would find a body worth recognizing."

My mate stared at me with no disgust or horror. She sat up on her knees in the nest while I sat there with no fucking regret for what I did. I waited for her to bolt to the door, to run and take time to process.

Emm never did. She cupped my face and placed a tender kiss on my lips. "Should have done more," she said.

Which led us to the tender lovemaking, or at least, tender for us.

My knot still pulsed but was soft enough to slip from her body. I watched my come slip out, and I took two fingers and shoved it back inside. Emm groaned as I took one nipple into my mouth, taking a tentative lick.

"Shh, we are gonna rest now," that was a promise. I'd kept her awake long enough.

I pulled my mate to my chest, my hand drifted to her hair and I let my fingers get caught in the long strands.

"That's nice, don't stop," she mumbled.

I grinned like a goofy fucker and waited until my mate's breath evened out. I don't think my life could get any better right now. I had my mate, my pack and some way we were going to kick Idris' ass.

But, for now, I was going to enjoy the life I had and the little peaceful moments that came with it.

Their story doesn't end here. Come back for the next book, ‘Anaki', and learn about him, his and Elena's journey, and answer more of your many questions about Abuela.