Chapter 15

Wiley

I come to expecting to find a two-thousand-pound gorilla sitting on my chest.

Groaning, I pause when I realize Geneva is laying behind me, her soft snores tickling the fur around my ear.

I'm in my wolf form and my mate is snuggling me. This is an interesting way to start the day.

Shifting, I feel for the holes in my chest and find three bullet fragments on the sterile pad underneath me. My flesh is tender, but the wounds have scabbed over. I'm sure I'll be bruised for a day or two, but it looks like I'm through the worst of it—still above ground and able to fight another day.

Not that I ever want to be shot again.

Zero out of ten, do not recommend.

I roll to my back and raise my arm, my muscles in my chest protesting the movement.

Geneva snuggles in closer and rests her hand on my tight belly. Her eyes flutter open, locking onto mine. "Hi."

"Hey."

"How do you feel?"

My wolf pumps out mating pheromones, and my dick gets hard like it's another random morning. I glance down and chuckle. "I'd say I'm feeling pretty good."

Her gaze follows mine and she grins. "Wow. When they said shifters were resilient, I wasn't expecting this."

"Are you okay?"

She takes in a deep breath, her pupils blown and mouth parting. "I am now."

A quick replay of last night runs through my mind as I press my lips to her forehead. Fight with Nan. The truth about the night our mother died and our father left. The truth about me and my wolf, a decade of self-loathing for nothing. Revealing my secret to Geneva and asking to mark her as my mate. Her refusal, the pain in my heart only accentuated by taking two to the chest.

"About last night…" She pulls back to look me in the eye again.

"You're a widow now. No more running and hiding, babe. You can go back to Spokane and reclaim your house, car, bank accounts, and whatever else he left behind. Hopefully, he has a fat insurance policy to set you and Bo up for life."

"I hadn't thought of that." She blinks, her brow furrowing.

"You're free, Geneva." I say, my heart breaking all over again.

"I'm free." She nods, her eyes shimmering. "But what about us?"

Jesus. I'd rather take another bullet than have this conversation. "My situation hasn't changed."

"I'm still your Fated mate?"

"Always."

But eventually, I'm going to have to leave. It's the only way I can truly protect you. I think, while tracing my thumb down her jaw and across her bottom lip.

"How can I go back to Spokane? I changed my name."

I shake my head. "We got you new identification, but I never had Junta wipe out your old records. You're still Geneva Montrove of Spokane, Washington."

"But what if I want to be Geneva Grey, wife and mate to Wiley Grey?"

I suck in my breath, getting hit with a big whiff of her orange blossom scent. "What are you saying?"

Geneva arches her brow, a coy smile playing on her perfect lips. "About last night… yes."

"Yes?"

She giggles. "Are you going to make me do all the work?"

My lips curl. "Well, I did get shot last night and I am a little fuzzy."

Geneva pushes up on her elbow to look down on me. "Yes, Wiley, please mark me. Bite me. Make me yours."

"Where's Bo?" I ask.

"He's at the house with our family."

"Good." I rip the IV out of my hand and pull Geneva under me, my cock hard and ready to slip inside her hot pussy. I've gone nearly a week without release, but that's not what has me ready to explode. She said yes to me and my wolf, the two of us truly in sync for the first time since I first shifted as a teenager.

"I have one request."

"What's that, babe?"

"If you put your mark over the scar on my hip, do you think you could replace it?" She presses her lips together while spreading her legs, my body molding to hers. "I'd like to eradicate it with the only mark I want on my body—yours."

"I'll have to bite a little harder than I was planning, and I might have to do it more than once, but yes, I think I can." Claiming her lips with every ounce of emotion coursing through my veins, I kiss my mate until we are both breathless before working my way down her body, lavishing each pleasure point with attention. I slip my hand between her legs and curl my fingers to stroke her g-spot while rubbing the pad of my thumb over her clit.

She places her feet flat on the bed and arches her hips in offering, her climax building on my fingers.

"Not yet, babe." I pull my fingers out and replace them with my lips, sucking her clit against my teeth. Her taste is a flavor explosion on my tongue, her body primed to submit to me and my mark.

"Oh god, yes. Please Wiley, make me come. Make me yours."

"You are mine, and you will come many times over before we start this day. I promise." Moving over to the faint scar left behind after weeks of salve treatments, I thrust my fingers back inside of her and bring her back to the edge while licking and kissing the spot where I'll place my mark. My fangs descend and I pierce her skin the moment her pussy grips my hand, one orgasm after another rippling through her body as my serum seeps into her veins.

I can't hold back, pulling my hand free and replacing it with my cock. Her cunt continues to pulse, milking me for my seed that I'm on the verge of releasing. My fangs are still long and slick with serum when Geneva wraps her legs around my waist, begging me to go harder and faster.

"Again." She looks at my teeth and nods her head. "Bite me again."

I lower my head as I pump my hips, piercing the top of her breast.

My wolf howls his pleasure the moment my balls release a week's worth of cum deep inside our mate.

Her pussy continues to ride wave after wave of full body orgasm as Geneva thrashes her head side to side on the pillow. "Again."

"No. No more, babe. Not today." I rest my forehead on her sternum, my lungs burning with the exertion. "I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have to."

"It didn't hurt at all." She pants, her legs relaxing in concert with her spasming cunt.

I chuckle, licking the puncture wounds closed. "It might later."

She undulates underneath me, stretching and flexing every muscle as the magic of my bite and injected serum surges through her body. "I'm going to want to do that again."

Relief and unbridled joy ripples through me. I pull my head up to look her in the eye. "Who is the wild one now?"

"Only because you made me."

"I love you, Geneva. Thank you for accepting my mark and taming this wild wolf."