Page 23 of Her Wolf Protector

She rode him while they fed each other morsels of food, blindly grabbed from the fridge while he fucked her on the counter beside it. He railed her against the bathroom wall while she soaped them both and showered off the foam, before tumbling to the floor in a nest of towels in an attempt to dry off before he carried her back to bed.

Arwen wasn't sure how many days had passed on the morning she woke up beside Tate, already reaching for his morning wood before she realised the desperation had faded. Oh, not the ache, because she suspected he'd spent more time inside her than apart, since the first time they'd come together, and the pounding her pussy had taken from a cock that size...well, she could still feel him inside her, almost.

But right now...she licked the drop of precum off his head and sucked him into her mouth. Yes, he did taste as good as she'd imagined. The other thing she'd wondered was whether he'd knot her during a blowjob, or if it was just when he was inside her pussy.

She didn't get to find out, though, because he pulled out, panting hard. "I need to come inside you. So close. Please..."

So Arwen climbed on top of him, rubbing her wetness along his length, but as her hand stroked him, positioning him just right to thrust deep inside her, he came like a fountain, streaking her belly and breasts with white.

But this time, there was no knot. Interesting.

"I'll make it up to you in the shower, I promise," Tate said.

Three orgasms from his mouth and his fingers, and they were both squeaky clean. And while his hardening cock looked mouth-wateringly tempting right now, her growling stomach told her she needed food more.

"I think whatever this was...a mating frenzy or being in heat, is over now. I might be able to stop throwing myself at you long enough to cook and eat a proper breakfast," Arwen said.

Then Tate decided to make pancakes, which meant there was a bottle of chocolate sauce on the table, and a fight ensued as to which part of the body was best to lick clean of chocolate sauce, until the bottle was empty and they both ended up on the table in a tangle of limbs that bore some resemblance to a sixty nine, with Arwen most definitely on top.

And while Tate's cock could be copied to create the world's most pleasurable dildo, the magic he could work with his fingers and his mouth was almost its equal. Not that she'd be sharing any part of him with sex toy manufacturers, now or ever.

"I think we need another shower," Tate said.

"I think you're right."

TWENTY-TWO

Sometime after lunch, wearing clothes for the first time in what turned out to be just under two weeks, Arwen asked Tate to take her up to the mushroom dell.

"Why? We should be going to the police, to tell them about your stepmother trying to kill you, and to show them you're fine." Then he'd take her to the pack house, where everyone could protect her.

Arwen shook her head. "There was something...while I was a wolf, it felt wrong, somehow. My body knew how to shift back to human, but there was something wrong with me. You know, like when you've had a bit too much to drink and your body isn't coordinated any more? Something like that. And the only thing I can think of is those mushrooms."

"Or the water. Like those otters that attacked me." The pile of writhing otters that had been having a brawl of their own until they turned on him. Unless...

"I didn't attack you. We're both consenting adults, and there was a lot of consenting going on in between all the other stuff." Arwen's cheeks turned pink.

"I do remember you saying YES a lot. Screaming it, sometimes. Along with my name. You can scream that as many times as you want." He'd never seen anything more beautiful than his naked mate, riding him hard while he was balls deep, knotted inside her, her breasts bouncing in his hands like manna from the very heavens. If he could enjoy that sight every night for the rest of his life, he'd die a happy man.

"Yes. The sex was...amazing. Exactly what I wanted. Needed. Absolutely right. It's a good thing humans don't go into mating frenzies, because two weeks of that would kill anyone who wasn't a shifter, I'm sure." Arwen frowned. "It's just...when I was a wolf, everything felt right until we left that place with all the mushrooms. Then...I felt strange. I know I inhaled a lot of those sparkling spores, and they were floating in that creek. I wonder if that was your water contamination, and whether the otters...well, you saw them. I didn't. I did drink from the tarn outside, though. Does it get water from the same source?"

Tate nodded. "They're all connected, and they all drain out into Sanctuary Loch, down near Hea Sanctuary, the village our pack is building in the forest, not far from here. We could live there, if you like. As pack enforcer and hydrogeologist on the project, I'm entitled to a house as part payment for my services. I'd planned to rent it out, because my apartment in the pack house is more than enough for my needs, but with you, we might want some privacy, and a bit more space..." And their own kitchen table to smear chocolate sauce across when the sex got really messy.

He should buy shares in a company that made chocolate sauce, too. Because licking the stuff off Arwen's breasts had just become his new favourite breakfast food.

Arwen's frown deepened.

Shit. What had he said wrong?

"I promised my father. It was his dying wish that I go through the fae ring to their realm, to claim my heritage. The birthright I inherited from him as his only child. The fae ring is in that meadow. I know it. I need to find the ring, activate it, and step through to the fae realm."

"You're leaving me?"

No. He'd just found his mate.

Now Ylva's words made sense.

He'd have to leave the pack, his mother and sister, and everything he knew behind, but as he looked into his mate's eyes, he knew.