Chapter 47: Jamie

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JAMIE

W hen I wake up this time, I know exactly where I am. Dean’s bed, wrapped up in my mate’s arms.

Not in a luxurious but lonely room in the packhouse. Not a musty cabin in the forest, or a sterile hospital bed. But in my new home, with the man who says he’s going to make me his.

Dean’s lying behind me, one muscular arm protectively around my midriff. The gash on my side is well healed, and his fingertips tickle my stomach as he runs them up and down my exposed skin as he dozes beside me.

Liquid heat pools in my core, and I’m loath to disturb him, but I don’t think I can stay still for another second while he lies beside me.

Especially after all those promises he made before bed.

Wriggling out from his grasp, I roll onto my other side to face him and inch closer, admiring his strong jaw and the dark lashes that fan across his cheek. His eyelids flicker as I let my hands skim over the bulging muscles in his arm and his solid chest.

“Don’t you know it’s a bad idea to wake a sleeping alpha?” He rumbles, his arm snaking out to drag me closer to him once more.

“I thought that was babies,” I tease, a jolt of excitement coursing through me as he slips one hard thigh between my legs.

“Same thing.”

When I rock against him, he groans, low and husky from sleep. Without opening his eyes, he raises his leg, increasing the pressure against my sensitive clit, forcing a gasp from my lips.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” he warns, his hand sliding up my side and under my T-shirt until his thumb brushes the underside of my breast. The tingles that dance across my skin have my nipples hardening immediately as he palms and massages them gently.

I slip my hand between us and graze his huge cock.

“You made a lot of big promises earlier. I need to make sure you’re not full of it before I make any life-changing decisions.” Before I can wrap my hand around it, Dean’s eyes flash open, and he flips us so I’m beneath him, and he looms over me, forearms resting flat on the pillow on both sides of my head.

“Because you’re always so cautious,” he murmurs sarcastically as he kisses my collarbone before gently peeling back the bandage covering my neck.

I’m about to make a smart comment but when his chest rumbles, the vibrations travelling straight to my heated core, I can barely breathe, let alone speak.

“Good as new,” he says, satisfaction clear in his voice, and his eyes slowly move from my neck to my face, then lock onto mine.

Suddenly, the playful atmosphere between us shifts, and the air is heavy with anticipation. This is it. There’s no going back.

“I’d just like to s…” I never get to finish that thought.

Dean’s lips crash onto mine, and there’s no tentative build up. He claims my mouth like it’s been his to devour all along. It’s possessive and dominant, and I love it.

“Mine,” he growls, dark and demanding, as his hand slides to my chest, and he extends one claw, just enough to slice the material from neck to hem. He parts the two torn pieces carefully and dips his head, taking one hard nipple between his lips, and sucking it gently.

It feels like the pull from his mouth travels straight to my core, and I whimper, a pathetic, needy sound that gives away just how much I crave this.

As he lavishes attention on the first nipple, Dean hums, and my hips lift of their own accord, up from the mattress, my back arching into his mouth.

“Fuck,” I cry out, already seeing stars as he pops off and slides lower, feathering my belly with light kisses and teasing touches. His tongue passes over the thin skin on my hips and I clench, already losing myself to my desire.

“You belong to me, Jamie,” he whispers, his hot breath branding my pussy through my thin underwear.

“Yes.” I pant, squirming with need as he hooks two fingers in the waistband and inches them lower, agonisingly slowly.

“Say it,” he demands, a smug look on his face, as I glare down at him, looking so devilishly handsome, resting on his elbows between my parted thighs.

“You belong to me.”

When he slaps my pussy gently, a sharp jolt of electricity zings through my clit at the harsh treatment, and I jump, scowling at him when I recover from the confusing mix of pain and pleasure.

“I will, soon, but we’re focusing on you right now.” Lowering his head, he licks my clit right as his finger swipes across my entrance, finding me dripping wet. “And I think, not a moment too soon.”

He seals his mouth over me and tastes my juices, humming in pleasure at the flavour he only got a tiny sample of before. His eyes glow, his wolf pushing forward as he devours me, licking and sucking while he slowly pushes one finger then two inside my tight channel.

“Dean, Dean,” I pant, one hand finding the back of his head and pushing him harder against me, the other finding the headboard behind me and trying to pull me away from the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

I’ve never had anyone go down on me before. Now I realise what selfish bastards they were to keep this from me. Or maybe, it’s just so amazing because it’s Dean. Regardless, it’s my new favourite thing.

My legs shake, quivering as I clamp my thighs around his head. He growls and shoves them apart roughly before diving back in for more. When he thrusts his fingers harder into me, I’m lost, throwing my head from side to side and mumbling an incoherent string of words as I try to explain what’s happening to me.

Every muscle in my belly tightens as my release builds inside me, swelling like a wave about to crash on the shore.

“Mine!” Dean demands, sucking my clit hard into his mouth as he curls his fingers, brushing against the inside wall of my tight heat and humming in satisfaction when I buck into his arms.

Fireworks explode behind my eyes. My entire body lifts off the bed, and I arch upward, warmth and tingles spreading from every finger and toe before they crash in my core and set a gush of my juices squirting from my body.

Dean’s teeth sink into my upper thigh, and I scream, another wave of orgasm rolling through me, as I dig into his scalp with nails, pressing him harder against me.

“Yours.” I whimper as all the strength leaves my limbs, and I sag back against the mattress, every cell in my body alive with the strength of the connection cocooning us where we lie.

Dean pulls back, a feral grin on his face, as he licks me clean and kisses his way back up my body, stopping to give each nipple a gentle nip with his teeth.

I reach for him, pulling him back up until we’re face to face, and yank his head toward me, pouring every bit of love and devotion I feel into this one kiss.

Again, I slide my hand between our bodies only for Dean to thwart my efforts by catching my wrist and yanking it back behind me.

“That’s enough excitement. If you let me sink inside that tight pussy of yours, I won’t be able to stop taking you until morning.”

Does he not understand he’s threatening me with a good time?

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Dean chuckles, amused by my enthusiastic reaction. “Unfortunately, Luna. We have duties to attend to. This is the downside of leading a pack.”

Luna. Fuck. On what planet did I ever think I’d be someone’s Luna? Can I really do this?

Dean senses my rising nerves and strokes his fingers along the teeth marks now embedded in my upper thigh. Shivering as desire blooms once again, my belly and my arousal floods my core once more, and I watch as he stares, entranced at the mark.

“You could have bitten my neck. It’s not sore anymore.” I appreciate the thoughtfulness of biting me somewhere else, but it was unnecessary. My wound will fade to nothing, if it hasn’t already. And if I’m honest, I like the idea of wearing his mark on my neck where people can see it.

Dean rolls me onto my back in one smooth movement, and I swallow hard, trying to ignore the thick hard cock nestled at my entrance, the thin fabric of his boxers the only thing stopping him from sliding home. The drag of his rough stubble against my skin as he nuzzles into my neck has my breath hitching.

Everything he does drives me wild, and I find my nails digging into his back, urging him to push his hips harder against me, to increase the pressure of his weighty cock against my clit.

“Oh, I will, little mate. Very soon.”