Chapter 21 - Iris

I collapsed back on the couch, smiling through my exhaustion as I watched Malcolm bouncing Rayna and Willow on both knees. The babies were giggling happily, burbling and drooling as Malcolm watched over them fondly.

"Thanks for this, Malcolm," I said, wiping my forehead even as I yawned. "I love those girls, but oh my goodness, are they a handful."

"Happy to help," Malcolm said. He seemed to have taken upon himself the role of adoring grandfather to the twins. Not that I minded. It was nice having someone who knew what they were doing when it came to children. Otherwise, I felt like I was drowning at times.

But looking at these two girls made it all worth it.

I leaned over and rested my head against Alek, who put his arm around me as I snuggled into him.

"So, no trouble from the village, then?" I asked, unable to keep the unease out of my voice. I had been too afraid to ask about it, even though I knew the Silver Wolves had been in discussion with them ever since Dad and Jason had died.

"According to Jameson, they set up a truce," Malcolm said. "They're still not the biggest fan of us dangerous ‘wolf men,' but they also don't want the all-out war your father and brother were proposing. So, we made an agreement: we don't go on their land or steal any of their women—" he looked pointedly at Alek, who gave an innocuous whistle. "—and they won't antagonize us. We know they have the weapons to do it, so it's a mutually beneficial relationship."

"Good," I said. "That's good."

The girls giggled happily, and I watched, relishing Alek's warmth. His hand went to the small of my back, sending shivers through me in a way that warmed my insides and ignited a small fire. I leaned into it, looking up at him in what I knew must be obvious hunger.

Malcolm gave us a sly look. "You know, I think the twins here could use some friends today. I can bring them over to Jenn's, and they can play with her kids for a while.

"That would be great, actually," Alek said. His fingers had started tracing small circles on my back.

"In that case, let me just gather some things, and the three of us will be on our way."

Collecting his belongings took Malcolm a very short time, and a few minutes later, he was waving as he sauntered out the door, the twins in tow.

As soon as the door was shut, Alek slammed my back to the wall, pressing his mouth to mine. The pictures rattled from the force as his hands roamed over my body.

My hand went to his head, and I tangled my fingers in his orange hair, holding our lips together, wanting to taste him. His tongue slid into my mouth, flicking across my teeth as he claimed me, his own hands tugging intently at my shirt, yanking at the buttons to pull them off even as his mouth kept hold of mine. He tugged too hard, and buttons scattered across the floor, skittering beneath the furniture. He unclasped my bra with nearly the same intensity, his hands grabbing my now bare breasts and squeezing tight, fueling that growing fire, that insatiable need.

"God, how the hell did I get so lucky?" Alek murmured. His eyes raked up and down my body, his eyes filled with lust and hunger.

"I'd say a lot of it is your pure stubbornness," I said before yanking off his shirt.

My fingers traced the lines of his muscles. My body ached for him, needed him to fill me, but I wanted to savor the sight of him first. To drink him in.

Alek, however, seemed to have other ideas. Growling as he took in the sight of my bare chest, he picked me up, carrying me the same way he had all those months ago, and hauled me toward the sofa, his hand grabbing and squeezing my ass proprietarily.

He threw me onto the couch, hovering over me as he slid off his pants and boxers, his cock springing out with undisguised eagerness. Before I could move toward him, his hands were on my jeans, yanking them off and casting them to the floor where they fell in a heap, leaving me naked on the couch as he clambered on top of me, keeping me in place as he looked me up and down, lust blazing in his eyes.

His hand slid down my body, fingers tracing my nipple before continuing further down. His fingers pressed against my clit, and I bucked against him, gasping as my eyes opened. He gave a feral grin, his fingers flicking back and forth as his other hand held me in place so I couldn't squirm away. All I could do was writhe and moan beneath his touch.

But it wasn't enough. I needed him to fill me. I needed his cock plunging inside me.

The fire kept growing, and it was all I could do not to beg him to stop toying with me. I opened my mouth to finally tell him to do just that, but as if he'd read my mind, his lips clamped over mine, stifling my pleading and preventing me from doing anything but moan. His tongue ran over mine, claiming my mouth as his hands claimed the rest of me. I melted under the touch, helpless to do anything but surrender to him and his body.

His mouth moved from mine, kissing down my body before he got to my breasts. Still pumping his fingers over and over again inside me, he took a nipple into his mouth and bit down gently, tugging with just enough force for new spasms of ecstasy to race through me as I gasped and moaned.

"Please stop teasing me and fuck me," I begged.

His mouth moved away from my nipple, and he gave me a wicked grin, his fingers still thrusting inside me, making me unable to think of anything but how badly I needed him.

"Hmm," he said, pinching my other nipple and causing me to gasp. "I'm not sure…"

"Alek, I swear—" But the words dissolved into screams as he removed his fingers from inside me, replacing them with his cock. I cried out, grinding against him as I relished the feel of him inside me, every thrust sending new spasms of pleasure and need running through me.

"Mine," he growled. "You're mine."

I was. I was all his. I always would be.

Each pulse drove home my need, his cock pumping deeper and deeper inside me as our lips met. My breathing grew ragged and shallow as that mindless craving consumed me. I relished the feel of him plunging into me over and over again, knowing that we could be like this forever.

That fire inside me continued to swell, consuming every aspect of me. My fingers clenched and my toes curled as my moans grew higher in pitch. I squirmed and writhed helplessly beneath him as he drove me to new heights of pleasure.

His hand went to my breasts, squeezing and toying with my nipples as he continued to ravage me. I thrashed beneath him, knowing I wouldn't last much longer.

Just as I was about to fly over the edge, he slowed down. My eyes flew open, and I saw him looking down at me, smirking in triumph.

"I want to draw it out a bit," he said wickedly, slowing his pace even further, keeping me on the precipice and making it hard to think of anything else. "This is way more fun."

"You fucking ass—"

But my angry rant was replaced by moans of pleasure as he sped back up, laughing, his rhythm never missing a beat.

I couldn't last much longer, and I didn't want to.

Once more, he slowed just enough to draw it out, edging me just enough to torture me a bit more as I moaned beneath him. But after one final thrust, I was done. I cried out, my back arching as spasms of need washed over me, finally slowing to a trickle as I rode the orgasm.

I panted, sighing as I savored every bit of it, and I could feel him finishing inside me, his own moans of pleasure giving me a different wave of satisfaction.

He slid out of me, his cock wet with my juices. "How was that for you?" he asked.

As he said it, a new vision washed over me, as real and vivid as any I'd had before. Except it was more a feeling than an actual event, one that spoke of happiness and a lifetime of love and contentment. I didn't need to be an expert psychic to know it was about me and Alek, our new family. I knew without a doubt what it was telling me, and I believed it implicitly.

Alek saw the look he'd come to know well and tensed, looking me up and down. "What is it? What's wrong?"

I brought him toward me and kissed him gently.

"I think we're in for a long, happy life together," I said.

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THE END