Chapter 13 - Senna

Consciousness resurfaced, and I wasn't sure if this time it would be for another round of my heat or not. Jet and I had spent the entire night entangled with each other. He was there through every surge, allowing me to claim precisely what I needed from him at every turn. He'd fed and watered me, the delicious food provided by MacKenzie taking the edge off my exhaustion and muscle soreness.

It was…incredible.

The years of heats alone, the pain and anguish they caused, were just gone. I was mated, fully claimed, and so full of joy that I didn't know how to process it.

Blinking my eyes open, still grateful for the darkness, I looked around the room. My den had still survived several rounds of activity. It also smelled so strongly of our combined scents that I was sure it would forever smell like the two of us in here. I adored it.

As more of my brain came back online, I smiled and stretched, dislodging Jet, who immediately whined low in his sleep. He liked to be nestled deep within me, maybe even more than I enjoyed him there. With a chuckle, I sat up on my elbow.

That's when I noticed the different feelings in my body. I was warm, my usual internal temperature not quite back from the heat. That's…new.

Typically, I was back to my average slightly elevated temperature, but this was higher. Warmer. Like I was…incubating something within me.

Oh, Gods. It worked. I'm…

A soft chuckle rippled through me, and I put my hand to my lower belly. How in the hell I'd gone from rejected and alone to mated and bred and surrounded by a new pack was a damn mystery, but one that I was not going to argue with anymore.

This new life—the life growing within me—was too good. I would not let it go.

Slipping free of Jet's arms and crawling out gently to stand, I paused at the side of the bed, looking down at my sleeping alpha. Gods, he was perfect. He was mine. Settling into my bones, a subtle ache sounded through my muscles. I was sore, and I needed a shower, if only to rinse some of the sweat away.

After all, I wanted to be carrying Jet's scent in my skin for the foreseeable future.

He was still very much asleep, so I padded toward the bathroom so that I could get the shower running. As I walked there, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My skin held a rosy glow, passion marks and my healing bite decorating me. Ha, what a sight. I've never felt this healthy before.

But then my vision went hazy at the edges. Had I waited too long to eat more? Was this a blood sugar thing?

A swell of energy rushed up through me, and the world in front of me disappeared. I collapsed to my knees as my brain howled, images streaming in from some unknown source, nearly too fast to process.

"Ugh," I grunted, uselessly scrabbling on the tile floor for something to grip.

The pounding of my heart screamed in my ears, and then the sporadic flashes of wolf fur and pine trees solidified behind my closed eyes.

Terrance.

I saw my old alpha standing in the wintery field outside this house. He snarled, claws extending from his fingertips. I could sense his outrage, his fury. He jabbed a finger toward me like I was there in the field with him, and at once, a blistering cold wracked my body.

The tilt of this world inside my head made my guts twist, and a terrible throb started behind my eyes.

A flicker of black, and then the vision changed. Terrance still stood in the middle of a white expanse, but now, it was littered with bright red crimson, the bodies of dead wolves scattered around him.

Corpses turned their milk-white eyes toward me, screaming through breathless lungs.

"You. You did this. He's killed us all because of you."

My attention switched between the angry male wolf I'd seen near Jet to the body of the female MacKenzie. She screamed and cried, her intestines suddenly in Terrance's mouth as he flickered between human and wolf form.

It dropped away, and I was suddenly back on the floor in Jet's bathroom. The world was silent around me. My breath shuddered in and out in ragged gasps.

"What the hell?"

Pungent fear crawled up the back of my throat, and nausea bloomed from my stomach. Struggling to stand up, my entire body shaking, I met my stare in the mirror again. Nothing had changed. I was all right. Jet was still sleeping soundly in the bed.

Smoothing my hand over my lower belly, I could still feel the increased warmth radiating through me, the subtle shift.

"You're okay," I mumbled.

For a moment, however, I couldn't move. I was frozen there, standing just in front of the shower. But then I nodded my head. It was just a panic attack, a remnant of fear because of Terrance's influence. I'd switched clans, after all, and that likely came with some metaphysical consequences.

Shaking myself, I refocused on the shower. I just needed to get cleaned up and eat again. Everything was going to be fine. I was with Jet, fully claimed, and we were going to have to talk to his pack about that. That's what I should be focusing on.

I reached inside the shower and turned on the water, heat steadily filling the bathroom as it rushed out. The noise and the smell of fresh water were comforting, and I stepped inside the large glass chamber and under the spray.

The heat felt incredible on my sore muscles, and I leaned my head back to let the water rush down over me. Closing my eyes allowed a trickle of those haunting images to claim me. As I startled out of the water, my hand going to the wall, I heard footsteps coming from the other room.

"You left the bed without waking me, little Omega."

Jet's velvety voice grounded me to where I stood, and I chuckled. Stepping closer to the shower door, I called out to him.

"I wanted to get a little cleaned up. You were sleeping so deeply. I didn't want to disturb you."

"You could never disturb me, Senna." He was right on the other side of the glass, and I wondered what he might do. "Would you like a hand? I'd be more than happy to help you get your back?"

Laughing again, I pushed the door open. Damn, the sight of my alpha nearly knocked me on my ass. His chiseled chest and stomach muscles, the proud length straining up and forward from his hips—my core burned at just the sight, my pussy clamping down.

"Gods, Senna. I'll never get enough of looking at you."

I smiled, my eyes going to the floor as heat warmed my cheeks. Jet's hand came to my chin, pulling me back up to look at him. The rush of desire and adoration that traveled through our bond was intoxicating, my head spinning at the strength of it.

He stepped inside with me, and in moments, I was up against the far wall of the overly large shower, his lips crashing into mine. In theory, he could have been more subtle or dragged out the tension, but damn, was I thrilled that Jet did no such thing.

I moaned low against his lips, and that delicious purr rumbled out of his chest, immediately soothing and exciting me in equal parts. Jet scooped me up with both hands, holding me aloft before I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Our kisses tangled us together, and Jet's cock nudged at my entrance. I hissed slightly, a tiny bit sore, but it quickly disappeared as he slowly slid deep inside me. I arched against him, my head falling back as Jet started up a powerful and pointed rhythm.

"That's my sweet Omega. Gods, Senna, you feel like heaven."

I smiled through my breathy whimpers, taking his thick length so deep again. It was perfection.

"Oh, yes, Jet. That's incredible."

He nibbled at my neck as he thrust in and out, the spray of the shower only misting over us from where we stood. Our bond flared brighter with each swirl of Jet's hips, crescendoing until all I could sense or comprehend was the feeling of his claim over me.

I was so utterly his, and it felt so damn good. It felt like…home.

"Yes, sweetness. Gods, let me feel you come around my cock." Jet buried his face into my chest as I swung my arms around his neck. "You're so damn perfect."

The rhythm increased as our pleasure kicked higher and higher. Jet's incredible leather and pine scent swelled. I could lose myself to just that aroma alone, and still, there was him—my Jet, my mate.

His length stroked inside me, the exquisite buildup of tension and desire as my release crested. With one more delicious swirl of his hips, the blunt head of his cock nudging right up to my cervix, I shattered. The release claimed every inch of me as I flooded with arousal.

"Oh, yes, Senna, that's it. Ugh, that's perfect." Jet grunted low, and then I could feel the incredible warmth of his seed soaring deep into me.

Another small surge of pleasure erupted from me as Jet filled me up once again. Gods, I'd lost track of how many times he'd sunk himself inside me like this. It was far from losing its potency, though. The animal passion between just shimmered on, thrumming just beneath the surface at all times.

I clamped down around him, my body still drawing out every single drop even though I'd already been bred. Maybe it was because I loved it so much, feeling him paint my womb with his seed.

We caught our breaths, and then Jet set me back down on my feet. With a sigh, I smiled and stepped under the water, but not before turning the temperature down. I was plenty warm now.

Jet smoothed his hands up and down my arms, kissing the top of my head.

"Well, a promise is a promise."

I looked over my shoulder at him, quirking a brow. But then he just grabbed the soap from the shelf and began to lather me up, paying particular attention to my back and the warmth between my thighs.

Laughing, I leaned my head back as he scrubbed my hair. "Mmm, thank you."

"You're quite welcome." He set the soap down, wrapping his arms around me as we stood beneath the falling water. "Better than solo showers?"

"Better than solo showers. Better than a lot of things." I closed my eyes, leaning into his strength. "It's quite lovely to be rained on with you. We'll have to try it outside sometime."

Jet spun me around, staring intensely into my eyes with his spectacular green irises. "Any time, mate. I would follow you through a blizzard, a hurricane. Any natural disaster. You name it."

All I could do was grin and then kiss his full lips, tasting clean water and pine.

"I will. But for now…" I stepped back from him, turning off the water. "Do you think you can start by fetching me some clothes?"

Jet laughed, the sound deep and honest, not held back in the slightest. "Of course."

Shaking a bit like a dog—or a wolf, as the case may be—Jet got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips. I followed behind, snagging a towel for myself, and followed him out into the bedroom.

He slipped on a bathrobe. "I'm sure MacKenzie will have something until we can take you shopping. I'll be right back."

I gave Jet a smile and nod, sitting down on the bed to wait.

It only took a few minutes for Jet to return with a handful of options. He flopped them down on the bed, and I had to laugh. There were way more clothes than I'd need for just a day or two.

"Holy…does MacKenzie have anything left in her closet?" I laughed. "You shouldn't have asked for so much."

"Don't look at me," Jet responded, shaking his head with a playful frown. "This was all MacKenzie's doing."

"I'll be sure to thank her, then. Why don't you grab some actual clothes for yourself, and I'll get dressed?"

Jet smirked, and I knew exactly where his mind had gone.

"No. I need a few minutes, Alpha. You need to let the lady bits rest for five whole minutes. Okay?"

He frowned with a glare, whining because the pup wasn't getting his treat. I just eyed him, folding my arms across my chest.

"Okay, okay. I'll go. But later…" He pointed at me, and I couldn't stop a chuckle.

"Jet, go get dressed."

He grinned, turning around and going into his closet without shutting the door. Meanwhile, I turned back to the clothes on the bed to choose something for the day.

MacKenzie's things weren"t quite what I'd pick myself, but there were plenty of options to mix and match to create something more me.

There was a slim pair of black jeans with trendy tears right at the knees. It seemed silly to me to pre-distress your pants, considering they would likely get holes eventually, and you didn't usually want that. But they were the only pants that weren"t some type of print or overly thin fabric that wouldn't be warm enough.

I yanked them on, tossing the towel to the side, and I searched through the pile for a bra or bandeau or something to keep everyone from seeing my nipples through the delicate tops MacKenzie had provided.

"What the hell?"

Holding up a mid-length leatherette skirt, I grimaced and tossed the thing farther back on Jet's bed. What did MacKenzie think I was going to be doing?

Thankfully, there was a lacey black bralette in the pile, and I pulled it on over my head. I didn't fill out the top like MacKenzie might have. Still, it smoothed down over my chest nicely—and provided the necessary coverage.

There was also a simple white tank, so I plucked that free and slipped it on over the top. A fairly decent amount of the bralette was still visible, but this was as good as it was going to get without being too silky or feminine.

I just didn't feel wholly comfortable in those types of things. They were never considered practical by Terrance, and it was a hard habit to break.

The last thing I pulled on was a thicker flannel shirt, which I left open because I was still feeling pretty warm.

Jet came out from the closet, dressed in well-worn jeans with a flannel of his own, fuzzier and thicker than mine. Even in just his simple attire, Jet was so stunning.

"All right, sweetness. Let's get some breakfast. And then we'll have a meeting with the pack."

Nervous energy thrummed through me, but then Jet walked up and gripped my hand. His soothing presence melted through our bond, and suddenly, I was ready to take on the world.

"Okay. Let's go."