Beauty Sleeps
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“You said you’d always watch me,” I remind him, and I think back to when he used to watch me. It makes so much sense now. How I always felt so protected when he was near. The draw I felt towards him was something I’d never had for another person. Then he was gone, leaving an ache inside me.
Now he’s back. He’s my mate, and I only see traces of the man who was there before. I rub my thumbs along his prominent cheekbones, and now more than ever it’s clear he’s been in the wild. What caused him to leave me all those years ago? Sure, we didn’t know we were mates; we couldn’t have. I was too young and wouldn't have come of age until I was eighteen.
I still remember my eighteenth birthday. I was so scared I would find my mate amongst one of the local wolves, and now I know why I had that fear. In the back of my mind, I wanted it to be him.
When he doesn’t answer me, I push on. “I think you got hotter.”
His mouth parts at my words, and I lean down to take his lips. Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I taste his sweetness and moan at the flavor. He flips me over onto the bed so I’m beneath him once more. He deepens the kiss, his dominance returning. I love the way he makes me feel like a woman. I relish it for a moment before I strike.
I want back the confidence he had when he pinned me to the wall and fucked me like he owned me. Grabbing him by the hair, I pull his head back from me, breaking our kiss.
“Why did you stop watching me?” I growl out the question, letting my aggression flow. I want him on edge with me.
“You deserved better. I couldn’t protect them. How could I ever protect you? Your brother gave me that reminder when he caught me watching you.”
I growl again and use my legs to flip him over. He goes to flip me back, but I place my hands softly on his chest and the gentle touch stops him.
His answer confuses me. “Who did you not protect?”
“My mother and sister. They were killed by hunters when I was…” I know what he can’t say. When he was watching me.
“Your brother caught me outside your window watching you sleep and told me what happened. He told me to stay away from you.” He takes a deep breath, looking deep into my eyes. “That day I lost everything.”
“Am I not here right now, Xavier? You haven’t lost everything.” He sits up with me still in his lap, pulling me so we are chest to chest.
“I don’t deserve you, but I’m keeping you. You’re here and you’ll go nowhere I’m not.” I should correct him and tell him I’ll go wherever I please, but I like the idea that he wants me by his side at all times. While it might not be possible, we can play with the idea for now.
I rub his long hair and beard and try to offer him some comfort. “You couldn’t have watched them every second of every day, my sweet mate.” I try to reason with him. Everyone shifts and goes out into the woods, oftentimes alone. I do it myself.
“I’ll never take my eyes off you. I’ve learned my lesson. No one gets close to you.” I ignore his words because that’s not something I’m going to touch right now. Not with the heat happening. I’m bound to get fucked through the floor so he can prove his point. While it does sound appealing, I have a feeling I’m going to have my hands full with my wildly aggressive mate regardless of his having to prove anything.
“Where have you been?” I ask, changing the subject.
“In the wild.” He confirms what I thought might be true. It explains a lot. Why he’s so much wilder than the rest of us. I’m not sure if he’s even a member of our pack.
“I thought as much. It’s made you look more rugged. Like a sexy lumberjack,” I tease, running my fingers through his beard. His eyes narrow on me. “Not that I’ve seen a sexy lumberjack.” I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from giggling at his jealousy.
“I build houses, I don’t chop wood,” he informs me, but I don’t care. My lumberjack fantasy is still holding strong. I’m going to have to get him a few flannel shirts.
“So you don’t have an axe? Maybe you can just chop some logs for me.”
He goes to get up and I grab hold of him, laughing. “Not right now!” I can’t stop the giggle that pours from me.
He flips me back onto the bed and I stop laughing, desire taking over.
“Do it again.”
“What?” I ask, wrapping my legs around him, wanting him inside me again.
“Laugh. I like the sound.”
“I think we’ll have lots of laughter, my mate, but right now I need you to make me cum. Fill me again.”
This time, when he does what I ask, it’s soft and slow. Xavier makes love to me until I pass out in his arms.
Chapter Nine Xavier
I wake up after having passed out with Gwen on top of me. I’m still hard inside her, and feeling her warmth around my big cock is wonderful. It’s the first morning since I lost everything that I didn’t wake up with a pain in my chest. No, all that greets me today is happiness, a feeling I haven't felt in so long it’s almost foreign. Taking a deep breath, I inhale her scent, and my wolf rolls around happily inside me. We have our mate and she’s bound to us. I thrust up a little, just wetting my cock with her sweet juices, needing her again already.
I’m not sure how long we slept, but it’s still dark outside. I can’t help but run my hands along her body, wanting to explore every inch. Gently, I roll us over, and Gwen stretches lazily then goes back to sleep. I carefully pull out of her pussy, and she lets out a small whine before she drifts off again. I don’t know if she will like me just looking at her, but I want to see all of my mate. I need to know every inch of her body and make it mine.