Chapter 38

When I return to the house, Mandy is back already, pottering around the kitchen and looking too tempting to resist.

"How did that go?" she asks, eyes scanning my uncovered skin for signs of burns. This woman is going to break me. I've never had anyone worry about me before. Having her care about my wellbeing is turning me soppy.

"Amazing. She loves me now. And she's going to help me with something."

Mandy rolls her eyes at my exuberance, but, underneath, I feel a twinge of jealousy. I shouldn't be happy, but I'm ecstatic. Sidling up behind her as she distracts herself by wiping down the surfaces, I grab her arms and hold her still, forcing her to feel the emotions welling up inside.

"We're newly mated, Mandy. It's okay to feel what you're feeling. I wanted to punch Max for getting you a drink yesterday."

She giggles, "I saw that." She sighs, "It's just these crazy hormones."

Nodding along, I kiss behind her ear, down her neck and cup her breasts from behind, taking their weight in my hands and brushing my thumb across the stiffened peaks.

"I think I need to spoil you a little. Show how much I appreciate you."

Pushing her down so her front hits the marble counter, and her ass sticks out, I growl in satisfaction. "You like that?"

Leaning forward, continuing to nuzzle her neck and stroke her curves, I kiss her mark again, still struck with disbelief that I was given a life with this beautiful woman. Using my knee to knock her legs slightly wider, I press hard against her back, showing her how perfectly we line up in this position.

"Blake's going to ask you to be the luna of your pack," I whisper, barely letting my words settle in her brain as I kiss up the back of her neck. With a needy moan, Mandy places her palms flat against the counter to give her better balance as I rock against her, letting her imagination run.

"You don't have to make any decisions right now. I'm just telling you that he will."

Unashamed, I spend a disproportionate amount of time stroking my hands over her ass and down the back of her thighs. I cover her from behind, resting my hands next to hers and letting my chest settle against her back, cocooning her.

"I can't be luna. I'm not like you, I don't have alpha blood." She doesn't sound disappointed or upset, in fact she sounds like she's floating on a cloud. Very proud of myself for easing her tension, I let my lips move against her jaw as I speak.

"You were always going to be luna. This time, you could have a sexy wolf hybrid as your devoted mate, and sometimes the muscle." I nip her earlobe as I rock my hard length against her ass. "Lee was no alpha. He didn't act like one, and he didn't fight like one. But you were always a luna."

Reaching around, I gently stroke her sensitive clit through her leggings and grin when her body shudders in pleasure at my touch.

"Would you do that? Come with me?"

I struggle to push down my hurt that she even needs to ask.

"I go where you go. We're a team. The boys would have to be able to come, of course. Noah will need some friends to help him get used to the idea of becoming alpha."

Her body stiffens, thoughts of Noah's future fate being sealed by her decision robbing her of her relaxed state. Another firmer bite, this time to her shoulder, brings her back to me. She gasps as I grab her dark leggings and rip them apart.

"Tyson!" She's about to argue, but words fail her when I position myself at her entrance. She's dripping wet and ready for me.

As I push inside her, this angle making her impossibly tight, my insides come alive. Everywhere we touch tingles, and every thrust adds another string to the bond joining us together. I cover her hands with my own and groan as she arches her back, pushing her ass higher in the air so I can drive deeper inside her.

"Mine," I snarl, quiet but deadly, as though someone might dare to take her from me any minute. "You're mine, Mandy. Heart, body, and soul." I punctuate each word with a hard thrust, my control slipping as her heavenly body clenches around me, and her soft moans drive my wolf crazy.

"Yes, Tyson!" She pulls her hand free of mine and drops it between her legs, touching where I slide inside her.

Harder and faster, I pound into her until she straightens, forcing me to step back and pull out. Confused, I'm worried I've hurt her, but I don't sense any pain.

My thoughts are abruptly cut-off when she turns and launches herself at me, her hands going around my neck and her legs around my waist. When her lips crush to mine, I groan into her mouth, grabbing my cock, and lowering her down onto it with a rough grunt.

Stumbling forward, her back hits the cool countertop, knocking a fruit bowl onto the floor, and I drive into her over and over. Her nails scour the back of my neck as she holds tight, bucking to meet me on each thrust, chanting my name. I'm lost in a sea of pleasure, trying hard not to come and end this too soon when she bites my ear hard, and then sinks her teeth deep into my mark again.

"Fuck," I shout as I spill deep inside her, thick ropes of cum shooting into her loose, languid body, stretched over the kitchen island. She smiles, tired and sated, and I decide that having a bit of possessiveness is no harm at all.