Chapter 11

11

Tami

I don't know why I said that to Kane. I've only known him a week, but the thought of losing him makes my chest ache. This pull between us has taken hold of me.

Kane seems deeply focused on learning more about me, so I steer the conversation toward my work as a CNA. It works, shifting his attention away from probing about Julian.

I don't want to talk about Julian. Something tells me Kane will go after him. What kind of trouble would he get into?

No, his life was fine before I came into it with my baggage. I'll handle this on my own. Human law enforcement didn’t help with Tiffany. Maybe Wintermoon’s police will. It’s worth a try. She could be mated to someone here.

Kane tells me about his pack and their long history as carpenters and architects in their village in Kenya. He describes how he built and furnished a hut for me, preparing for his fated mate. But everything changed when King Amir called him to aid in the Great War.

We talk for hours, more than we have all week. As I get to know him better, I start to understand him. We move from the kitchen to the sofa. The sun sets, and a fire in the fireplace warms the room as the winter night sets in.

“The curse ended during the pandemic,” Kane says, “when a Bailey witch went against her coven and broke it. I heard it was due to fascism, which seems rampant among your people now. I'm thankful the curse ended, but I can't forget what the Bailey witches took from us. I can't forgive that.”

I look into the fire, unable to find words to calm him. What would I do in his shoes? I'd hold a grudge, maybe worse. I don't know the Bailey witches, and I don't hate them. I'm just happy to be here. I stretch and yawn. Kane moves suddenly, lifting me into his lap, his hand touching my cheek.

“Time for bed, baby?” he asks.

The pet name catches me off guard, and I smile. We lock eyes, staring deeply, almost as if we're touching each other's souls. My body heats up, arousal surging through me as the warmth of his presence envelops me. I want him to kiss me.

“Tami,” he breathes, inhaling deeply.

I know he can smell my arousal. I don't want to hide it. I see the struggle in his eyes, the effort to control his urges. He's always so gentle, but I crave something rougher, darker. I don’t want him to hold back.

“I want your mouth,” I say, addressing his earlier question from the workshop.

“Ah, fuck!” he growls, and then he gives in.

His lips crash into mine, making the world around us fade away. The intensity of his kiss melts me into him, each touch igniting sparks through my body. My fingers grip the back of his head, pulling him closer, trying to fuse us together.

Kane's kiss is overwhelming, each movement filled with hunger and devotion. I can barely breathe, my heart pounding in my ears.

When I finally break the kiss, gasping for air, he doesn't pause. His lips travel down my neck, planting soft bites, his teeth careful on my skin. The sensation sends shivers through me, my skin tingling where his mouth has been.

Lost in the haze of lust, I hardly notice when Kane picks me up. It's not until my back hits the bed that I realize he’s carried me upstairs to our bedroom.

The firelight from downstairs casts a warm glow, shadows dancing on the walls as Kane’s eyes meet mine. I gasp at their green glow, knowing his wolf is present.

I lay back, surrendering, letting him explore my body. His mouth and hands are everywhere, moving from my neck to my breasts, pulling them from my dress, licking and sucking each nipple.

Waves of pleasure wash over me, and I moan, my hands gripping the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His hand moves down, gripping my leggings and panties, pulling them off.

“Kane,” I breathe, but he’s lost in his desires.

His mouth stays on my breasts, sucking and biting my nipples. He rips my nightdress off with one pull, leaving me completely nude. He looks at me with pride, making my heart flutter.

“So, fucking perfect,” he mutters.

Before I can respond, he moves down my body, kissing me until he’s between my legs. He spreads them wide, grips my hips, and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, his face inches from my pussy. The tension is intense, every nerve in my body alive with need.

He kisses along my inner thighs, and I shiver, my hands gripping the sheets. When his tongue finally touches me, I gasp, my body arching off the bed.

The sensation is electric, a blend of pleasure and relief. His long, slow strokes send waves of pleasure through me, building until I feel like I might explode.

His tongue circles my clit, and I cry out, my nails digging into the sheets. He is relentless, his mouth worshipping me with a devotion that makes my head spin.

The heat inside me builds, a tight coil of pleasure ready to snap. When his tongue flicks over my clit again, I lose control, my body shaking as I come apart, crying out his name.

He doesn’t stop, his mouth continuing to work me through my orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. When I finally come down, trembling and spent, he looks up at me, desire darkening his eyes. He moves up my body, kissing me deeply, and I taste myself on his lips. It’s intoxicating, and I kiss him back with all the passion I have left.

He pulls back, looking down at me with a possessive gaze that makes my heart race.

“Mine,” he growls, and I nod, speechless. He kisses me again, softer this time, a promise in his touch. His hands roam over my body, gentle now, as if memorizing every curve and line.

“Kane,” I whisper, my voice shaky. He looks at me, his expression softening.

“What do you need, Tami?” he asks, his voice rough with emotion.

“You,” I say simply. He smiles a warm, genuine smile that makes my heart ache with love .

“I'm yours,” he says, and I believe him.

I want more. I need to feel him inside me. He quickly removes his clothes and climbs into bed with me. My eyes widen at the sight of his length. Dear god, that is not going to fit in me. He grins, pulling me on top of him.

“I know you need more, Tami,” he says, and I groan, unsure how I’ll handle him.

“I’ll give you a little more, then you’ll sleep. I’m not breeding you tonight,” he tells me.

“Wait—what?” I manage, then gasp as he lifts me over his head, positioning me over his face.

“Ride my face until you come,” he commands. With a swipe of his tongue across my slit, I fall onto his face, his palm smacking my ass, forcing me to grind against him.

“Use me, Tami. Take what you need from me.”

I grind against his face, matching his thrusts as he buries his tongue inside me.

The sensation is overwhelming, his tongue reaching places I didn’t know existed. My body moves on its own, hips rocking back and forth, my hands gripping the headboard for support. Each stroke of his tongue sends waves of pleasure through me, and I can’t help the moans that escape my lips.

His hands grip my hips, guiding my movements, and I feel the heat building inside me again.

The pressure is intense, and I know I’m close. Kane’s tongue flicks over my clit, and I cry out, my body trembling. He growls against me, the vibration adding to the pleasure, and I lose myself in the sensation.

“More,” he growls, and I can’t deny him.

I ride his face harder, my thighs shaking as the pleasure builds and builds. His tongue is relentless, and when he sucks my clit into his mouth, I come undone. My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, and I cry out his name, my body shaking with the intensity of it.

“Kane!”

He doesn’t stop, his tongue still working me through my release, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.

When I finally come down, breathless and spent, he lowers me back onto the bed. I lay there, panting, my body still trembling from the aftershocks.

Kane moves up my body, his eyes dark with desire. He kisses me deeply, and I moan at the taste of myself on his lips. He pulls back, looking down at me with a possessive gaze that makes my heart race.

He chuckles at my pout when he pulls away from me and scoops his arm under me, lifting me off the bed and repositioning me so that my head is against the pillow.

Then he grabs the blanket folded neatly at the edge of the bed and covers me with it. I want to pleasure him the same way he’s done for me, but I can’t. My body is too weak to move. He gently brushes his fingers over my sweaty forehead.

“I want you to sleep so I can take you into town in the morning. I want you to get all the supplies you need because you won’t be leaving this cabin for a while.” My heart quickens at his words, my hand cupping his face, pulling his lips to mine, his beard tickling my skin.

He keeps the kiss brief, pulling away and holding me close against his chest until I fall asleep.