Rolling her eyes, she dug out her cell phone from her purse and read the dozens of text messages she had received from Katherine asking if she was okay since she noticed a little commotion earlier on. She also kept wanting about how her doctor friend was hot and how grateful they were for him saving Ana's life. From her one thousand messages, she was so mesmerised by Zoe. Although one text did catch Freya's attention. The one from Zoe and Jake respectively. Jake was begging Freya not to make things more difficult for everyone while Zoe was asking Freya to reconsider her decision. Zoe had sent several, both expressing concern about his reputation and trying to convince her that she was wrong about him being her true mate. What she was yet to understand was why Zoe had so much interest in her affairs. Who was he and what was his game?She knew she would have to have to rethink her steps soon, but right now she was feeling too raw.Aware that all had suddenly gone quiet, she looked up fr
All Dante wanted right then was to trace both with his tongue, but he doubted he'd have the self-restraint to take things nice and slow when his lust for her was like a fever in his blood. His wolf was eager to come inside her–another way to mark his mate. But both he and his wolf knew that this was about more than just consummating the claiming. Freya needed to acknowledge, accept, and admit that she was his mate, putting aside whatever ill feelings she might have had for him.They weren't mates of the soul or even the heart – both of which made it possible for it to be temporary – but she had to understand that this didn't make the mating any less real. They were still mates in the physical sense, which meant that she still belonged to him. If he didn't make her understand and admit it, this would never work. He wouldn't have her always throwing in his face that he wasn't her true mate, implying that he didn't have any rights to her. She was his now. Or at least for a short while an
Freya cried out as he began mercilessly pounding into her with deep, dazing strokes that were zapping her with bliss. Nothing should feel this good, she was sure of it. She had definitely never thought it would feel this good before, but she'd known it would be this way, and it had scared her. Now, though, as he tunneled in and out of her reaching depths that had until now been untouched, there was no fear, only sheer and utter carnal bliss.As Dante gazed down at all that smooth skin of her back, that unmarked smooth skin, he had the urge to bend down and sink his teeth into wherever he could reach. He closed his eyes against the impulse. He wouldn't mark her again, he told himself. He'd fuck her and ensure she knew that she was his, but he wouldn't mark her again. Twice already he had marked her when the one claiming bite was all they needed. He didn't need to possessively mark her up with claws and teeth to leave his brand all over her the way his wolf wanted him to. The way Dante
Maybe it would be fair to say that if she hadn't fought him so hard on the issue of belonging to him, then she wouldn't be in this state. Yeah, but that only applied to the first time. After that, she had conceded belonging to him as his mate, although she had snarled at him with every concession. He hadn't had any need to keep it up.She wondered if maybe the drive behind it had been that he had sensed that her admission was only half-hearted. Once she had belonged to someone and when he had broken up with him, it destabilized her for a while. She locked her heart after Jake in a bit to concentrate. Moreover, it will take more than fucking, mating and branding for Freya to open up her heart to Dante. She hadn't forgotten what he was like in a hurry. And that was okay because that was not his chunk to take. But she wouldn't give that much of herself to another person again. Her soul wouldn't survive the loss a second time, as there wouldn't be enough of her left to allow her to live.
Dante knew the question was rhetorical. Females tended to mark their males around the groin or the chest region overlapping the heart and obviously, Oswald figured that was the case with Freya.Rather than correct him, he allowed him to think that. He wasn't sure why she hadn't marked him. Oh, she'd nipped him and scratched him a few times through the night, but it had only ever been in retaliation, and it was never deep enough to even draw blood, let alone mark.His wolf didn't like it, and Dante was pretty sure that her wolf wouldn't be too pleased about it either. Maybe she would do it when the battles for dominance had eased, he mused. He didn't bother asking himself why he even gave a shit. This mating stuff messed with the brain."How does it feel to have a female who won't bow down to you?" Declan's voice came, causing everyone to turn in his direction. His grin was roguish."How come you are still here?" Asked Dante."Be grateful that we aren't ripping off your head, human. I
Dante was just ending the call when the sound of a loud crash hit his ears and had him cursing in surprise. He raced into the kitchen and stared, confounded, at the vision before him. Lori was very ungracefully splayed out on the floor after obviously having smacked her head against the wall if the trail of blood was anything to go by. Everyone at the table had risen from their seat and was staring down at her, wide-eyed. And Freya...well, she was leaning against the counter calmly biting into a slice of bacon as if there weren't a woman moaning and bleeding all over the floor."What the hell happened?" he demanded. Freya's expression was perfectly serene when she peered up at him. "She fell." The sound of muffled laughter had his attention returning to the table to find Oswald, Jodie, Maya, Cameron, and Wyatt chuckling so hard they were shaking. Although the others were silent, none of them – not even Margaret – had been able to hold back an amused grin.Freya sighed. "I think I'll
He snorted and faced forward again, resisting the urge to nibble on her bottom lip. And the urge to kiss her. And the urge to lick over his mark. His wolf, on the other hand, liked all three of those ideas and was growling his encouragement at Dante. His wolf had...missed her. He brooded and fretted when he wasn't around her, pushing Dante to go hunt her down. Whenever he was around her, his wolf wanted to lick every inch of her and roll around in her scent. It was dumb, and it was pathetic, and it made Dante want to kick his wolf's ass if only he could.Eventually, they arrived at a restaurant in the next territory that Freya knew belonged to the wolf pack that the only hope of securing information about what was ongoing in his pack was part of. She also knew they wouldn't be having the meeting inside the restaurant, but within the wooded area behind it – a place where many shifters had come to fight in the past when meetings like this hadn't gone so well. Hopefully, this wouldn't be
Freya couldn't stop the snort from popping out. "And who in this universe told you that would ever happen? Probably the same person who told you that you're a good liar."He sputtered. "Excuse me?""Oh come on, you talk so much shit I can smell it on your breath.""I take it this means no agreement can be reached," said Valley quickly, obviously wanting to stop the conversation from becoming any more argumentative than it already was. "Bryant, do you wish to pursue this further or are you willing to allow Alpha Dante to do what he wants to do?""I'm not backing down."Dante leaned forward in his seat. "Then I accept your challenge."Valley sighed. "You know the drill. Allow the rest of the pack to decide on what will happen. None of you would get involved with your ulterior motive until the whole pack gets into an agreement. Then you can act on that challenge. Hopefully, you can both come to an amicable agreement within that time. From the humans we've already been through a lot, there