Chapter 19

19

Tami

K ane is acting so weird and it’s starting to drive me crazy. Ever since I woke up and plugged in my cellphone to charge, he’s been glaring at it like he wants to break it.

How can he be jealous over a phone? It’s just a phone! It takes a few hours to charge, and thankfully, the screen isn’t cracked.

Kane busies himself in the kitchen, watching tutorials on how to make pancakes. I join him despite his protests for me to sit on the sofa and just watch him. He’s been very busy since I was sleeping. He unpacked all the groceries, mounted the television over the fireplace, and it looks like he went out for a hunt. I found some blood in the shower this morning but didn’t ask about it. I'm just glad he's eating what he enjoys.

“Tami, please,” he whines as I grab the spatula and flip a pancake .

“Kane, relax. There’s nothing wrong with me making my own food.” He glares at me, but I’m not afraid of him.

“But my duty…” I stop him before he can finish.

“I understand your duty, Kane. And you are doing a wonderful job taking care of me. But it can’t just be about me all the time. Let me take care of you sometimes.” I tell him, taking over the stove. He grins and steps behind me, pressing himself against me. I moan when I feel him hard against my ass through his pants.

Why do I give in every time? What is it about this shifter's hold on me? I think about the way he guided me up and down on his dick and how I came all over him. I bite my lip and try to control my thoughts. I’m daydreaming so much that I don’t realize it until Kane lifts me up and sits me on the kitchen counter.

He turns off the stove, pushes the pan away with his bare hand, and positions himself between my legs, gripping the back of my neck. He pulls me into a deep kiss. I’m no longer thinking about food or the phone. My hands go to his bare arms, savoring the smoothness of his skin, the firmness of his body.

I trace the contours of his muscles, feeling the hard lines beneath the softness of his chocolate skin. His biceps flex under my touch, solid and powerful.

I move my hands to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath the fabric of his tank top. Kane steps back, pulling his tank top over his head in one swift motion, revealing his broad, chiseled chest. I feel like I’m melting as I take in the sight of him, every ridge of his muscles highlighted by the dim kitchen light.

“I can smell how wet you're getting,” Kane says, his voice a low growl that makes my skin tingle.

He moves between my legs again, his hips pressing against mine as he kisses me with a hunger that leaves me breathless. His tongue glides along my lips, begging for entrance, and I part them to let him in. He cups my chin, keeping my face steady as he devours me, his mouth claiming mine with a ferocity that makes my head spin.

“This is how you take care of me, Tami. Loving me. I don't need anything more from you.” His words comfort me, and I whimper, spreading my legs wider for him.

Why does he keep saying and doing all the right things? It's like he's perfect, made just for me. I surrender to the cloud of lust between us, one that doesn't seem to be calming down. It's getting worse, more intense by the second. I feel this need to be under Kane all the time, and it doesn't help that he just gives in over and over.

When I moan against his lips and grind into him, he picks me up and carries me to the sofa, sitting down with me on top of him. “I know how much you like this position, baby,” he says, pulling his member out of his pants. “You got so wet while you were riding me. Not a good position for making a baby, but it still feels great. What matters is your pleasure.” I whimper at his words, thankful that he pulls down my panties this time, helping me stand so I can step out of them instead of ripping them off. Then I squat, and he guides me down onto his dick. I take in his full length, sliding right in.

“So wet, baby. You're so wet,” he moans, his voice thick with desire. His hands grip my hips, guiding my movements as I ride him, lost in the sensation of him filling me completely.

It’s like an addiction I can’t control. Riding him, feeling the warmth of him stretching me out, and the way he fills me with his seed. I’m desperate to get pregnant.

I’m being so reckless right now. I feel my mind struggling with this, but my body belongs to him and my heart… I gasp when his hands start to lift me harder, faster, pushing me up and down on his dick. I’m soaking wet, my arousal coating my thighs as I feel my orgasm approaching.

I cling to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he thrusts up into me. His eyes are locked on mine, dark and intense, filled with a raw hunger that matches my own. I can’t look away, even as the pleasure builds, higher and higher, until it’s almost too much to bear.

“Kane,” I moan, my voice trembling. “I’m so close.”

“Let go, baby,” he growls, his grip on my hips tightening. “I want to feel you come all over me.”

That’s all it takes. My body tenses, then shatters, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as I scream his name. Kane keeps going, driving into me, prolonging my pleasure until I’m a quivering, breathless mess in his arms.

With one final thrust, he comes with me, pushing so far into me that I can feel him in my gut as his seed spills into me. I come again from the sensation, my body seemingly needing every drop.

“Goddamn, just take it all, baby. Milk me. Take what you need from me.” He pushes, and I scream, pulling myself against his chest and burying my face in his neck.

I feel this strange urge to bite him, to claim him and make him mine, so I bite down on his skin, but not hard enough to break it.

Kane moans and pushes himself into me even more. I whimper, pulling back and staring into his eyes, both of us breathing heavily. Kane gently brushes his hand against my cheek.

“You own me, Tami,” he says, breathy. “You can take whatever you want from me, but you have to stay with me.” His words make my heart flutter .

I bite down nervously on my lip, and a wave of sadness washes over me. Kane groans and pulls me against his chest. Still inside me, he stands, lifting me with him, and carries me up the stairs to the bathroom, gently pulling me out of him as he sets me down in the shower. He removes my nightdress while he takes off his sweatpants.

“Don’t be afraid of this, baby,” he says, stepping in with me, brushing a finger over my lip. He leans over me and starts the shower, pulling me close against him.

“It’s just so hard to believe sometimes,” I say, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes. “I’ve spent so much time alone, I thought…”

“Oh, Tami,” he breathes, pulling me against his chest. I cling to him, digging my nails into his arms.

“I’m scared I’m going to lose you,” I say in a shaky voice as I start to sob. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“It’s never going to happen,” he declares, then gently brushes his fingers over my claim mark. I relax immediately at the reminder that I belong to him. I pull back and look up at him, smiling.

“Let’s get you cleaned up so you can make your phone calls.” I nod and allow him to step out of the shower to grab some washcloths. He returns with soap and lathers the cloth, washing me from head to toe, making me feel like a princess.

After our shower, Kane helps me put on lotion and dress in another nightdress. This seems to be my usual attire when I'm with him. I don’t mind; I feel relaxed, like all my troubles have gone away, even if only for a short while. He carries me back to the living room and sits me down in a chair at the bar, then he rounds the counter to finish breakfast.

“I want you to eat before you make your calls,” he says. I smile and go along with it, my head deep in the clouds of love for him. He heats up the pancakes, scrambles some eggs, and serves me a plate, then sits beside me, gently rubbing my back as I eat.

He watches me for a while, then stands to get me a drink from the fridge. I gulp it down, then stand up. Watching him, I walk to the living room, grab my phone from the charger, and sit on the sofa, smiling when I hear Kane's grunts and groans again. He’s so adorable.

I turn on my phone and immediately unlock it. The moment the screen lights up, I’m flooded with texts and voicemails, mostly from my job and Angie.

I start with my text messages, going through them one by one. I sigh when there’s nothing from Tiffany. As I scroll, my eyes narrow at a message from an unknown number.

I glance at Kane, noticing he's cleaning up breakfast, then quickly open the text. My heart sinks—it’s from Julian.

Julian: Do you really think you can get away from me? I know where you are. You’re mine, Tami.

Fear radiates through me. I quickly close the message, my fingers shaking, and immediately dial Angie’s number for a FaceTime call. She answers on the second ring. The water immediately stops, and I know Kane smells a change in my scent.

“Tami!” Angie beams. She’s not at work, and I’m glad. I don’t want to explain over the phone in front of everyone why I left. Not that it matters; I just hate work gossip.

“I’m fine. I’m okay!” I tell her. She glares at me. Kane comes into view, and Angie notices him. His green eyes are a dead giveaway.

“Holy shit, you really are in Wintermoon,” she says, then looks away.

I try to stand from the sofa as soon as Kane sits down, but he grips my waist and pulls me into his lap. I squeal, and his smile widens, exposing his sharp canines. Angie gasps at the sight of them.

“So, you’re mated to a shifter in Wintermoon, huh? Wow, how did that happen?” she mutters, and I can hear the sarcasm.

We’d talked about Wintermoon and how she wished she could relocate her children here. If she weren’t mated to a shifter, she’d find a way to move. Yet here I am. I cringe at her comment, and Kane’s face falls. I slide off his lap, glaring at him when he starts to grunt.

“It’s a long story, Angie. I ran into trouble with Tiffany’s boyfriend, Julian, and I had to take off for safety,” I explain. I want to tell her something inside me told me to go to Wintermoon because of my connection with Kane, but I say nothing.

“Hmph,” she says, then goes quiet. I can see she’s not happy about me being here. “It’s funny, you weren’t interested in Wintermoon at all. You pushed it off like hope was far from you, yet here you are, in the lap of your shifter.” She mutters, and I groan.

“I know, Angie. I…” I pause, at a loss for words. I look at Kane, who seems ready to snatch the phone from my hands. I shake my head and hold up my hand for him to wait. Angie chuckles, not believing this happened to me and not her. Damn, why is she turning on me like this?

“When I was running from Julian, I wanted to call you and maybe hide out at your place, but I paused. Something told me to keep driving north, that I would be safe. I can’t explain it. I just knew I would be safe if I drove to Wintermoon. My car flipped and got totaled in the snowstorm, and Kane saved me.”

“Why is it always the ones who don’t even want this beautiful life who get it? This is so unfair!” Angie grumbles, and Kane growls.

I glare at him, realizing it was pointless to call. Angie sighs. “I guess it’s back to the grind for me—living from check to check, trying to make it. If you’re calling about your job, a lawyer already told us you were in Wintermoon, so we couldn’t file a missing person’s report. Julian showed up here twice looking for you. We told him where you were, so he’d back off.” I gulp, and she ends the call. Kane snatches the phone from my hands, and it looks tiny in his palm.

“Julian is looking for you, huh?” he says with a sneer, and I see the darkness in his eyes. His wolf is coming out. Kane closes his palm, and the phone shatters in his hand. My eyes widen as I watch the tiny pieces crumple to the floor.

“I don’t think you need a phone anymore, baby,” he mutters, meeting my eyes.

Now I understand why there’s a magical case for his tablet.