Beaufort Creek Shifters (10 book series)
The Wolf’s Bullied Mate Chapter 19

Isaiah

It had never felt right with anyone before Jada.

She was different than other women. Shifter women-especially wolves-were fiercely territorial of what they claimed as their own. Though Jada had displayed such behavior, she didn't have to put it on display for me to know. It wasn't necessary when I felt it echo from her soul.

Even now as I stole her lips, as my fingers drifted beneath her dress and claimed her slit, I sensed her dedication to me as easily as I sensed her arousal without having to touch her. Still, I did plenty of touching. All the touching she loved and more. That would always be something I would do for her.

She was mine and I was hers. Nothing could get in the way of me making that a reality.

My canines appeared without prompting. It was time for me to mark her. That was the simplest explanation for their emergence. While the urge had come up plenty of times in the past few weeks, I hadn't honored the urgency until now. I swept her up and carried her into the bedroom where I planted her on the bed.

Her soft, incoherent whispers tickled my ear. Everywhere I placed my lips, she erupted with goosebumps, textured flesh bowing to the weight of my affection. I dragged my lips from her mouth to her throat and dove for her breasts, shoving the silky fabric aside so I could sample her nipples.

Soft flesh ripened beneath my tongue. As her nipples hardened, her eager hands pushed the top of my head, signaling where she wanted me to go next. Satisfied mews burst from her as I trailed south and nosed beneath her dress. Her wet slit twitched against my mouth as I devoured her entirely and her thighs clamped around my ears.

That was how I knew I had her.

Her fingers tangled into my hair while I focused on her folds, dedicating fervent laps to every part of her slit I could reach. She did taste like sugar-like honey or nectar. She was sweet in every way, in every position that she dared to take with me.

That was something that struck me about Jada. She was adventurous and open to experimenting. She didn't shy away from a challenge. The way she welcomed my devious appetite and encouraged me to touch her made me feel liberated. Other women hadn't done that in the way she did. Wild were my previous ways.

And however wild, none of those experiences held a candle to what I had now.

Jada arched her hips toward me, begging for more of my tongue. I laved her with long strokes that sent shivers up her spine. I cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples, feeling her knead my skull with her fingers, her grip tightening the closer she got to bursting. I always knew when she came. Her moans grew higher in pitch and shorter in length, accompanied by the flexing of her legs. When her knees snapped together, that meant she was amid an o****m, so I kept on with my tongue, slurping up every ounce of her delicious sugar as she rode my mouth.

Standing upright made me slightly dizzy. Her grip was pretty tight for a shifter, but that just meant I had done her well. I towered over her, sliding my hand to the small of her back and gently rolling her to her side. Both legs went over my left shoulder as I cupped her bottom and smoothed my c**k between her wet thighs.

She shuddered as she struggled to open her eyes. Satisfaction lurked on her features mixed with pure exhaustion, an almost dead expression that told me she had come hard.

"Breathe, sugarplum," I whispered. "I'm not done with you yet."

Many syllables tumbled from her lips, none of them intelligible, all of them alerting me to how much she wanted more despite being unable to speak properly. I stroked her cheek, drawing her attention to me with a gentle smile. Seeing her eyes light up as I teased her entrance made me chuckle.

"What, darling?"

She whimpered while reaching up for me, inspiring me to bow forward. I encompassed her with my arms as I nudged deeper, listening to the sweet sounds of her surrender. "More," she begged. "Please..."

My cock throbbed when I embedded myself inside her. She twitched slightly and then wiggled her hips, urging me to move. It took less time now for her to adjust to my girth. While she was a champ for taking me, I still encouraged her to take her time. Slowing the pace always made the pleasure that much more worth it.

And with her, everything was worth it. Slow thrusts pushed heated groans from her lips as I nestled into her neck, allowing my canines to scr**e her skin and pick a spot. My wolf yearned for her heat and her dedication-for what came with a proper bond. I wouldn't deny him his prize.

Jada had the same idea with her nails. She plunged them into my skin, drawing hot blood and pain that only heightened my pleasure. I bit her neck as she bit mine and grunted with each heavy thrust that burst from me. Our movements became a frenzied race to the finish line as we traded energy and sucked contentedly on each other's necks.

Seconds later, I swung my head back and pumped hard, unleashing strength on her that I would normally hold back on anyone else. She took me in stride, welcoming every smack with growing moans and harder scratches. I gripped her shoulders and slammed her onto my c**k, filling her up with my fluid, watching how the waves broke around us, how reality bent to our will.

We crashed into the mattress moments later. She wrapped her legs around me, hugging me to her chest as she continued riding with eager humps that gave way to frantic thrusts. I held her loosely and smiled as she took what she wanted from me. Another o****m forced her to convulse, causing me to capture her before she wiggled right off the bed.

When I tried to pull out, she mumbled her protests, forcing me to stay inside. As long as I was hard, I didn't much care that she wanted to retain my c**k. That just meant I could get hard again and keep going.

"You're relentless," I teased while stroking my thumb over her chin. She lazily tilted her head. "Not again, love. You need rest."

"Again."

I chuckled. "You'll wear yourself out."

"Then wear me out."

"Jada."

She smiled as if she was drunk. "Izzy."

I laughed while rolling her to her side and forcing her to rest. The woman needed a breather before we dove into round two. I didn't mind being worn out if we hydrated first.

After a few steady breaths, she whispered, "Where did you go?"

"I met Blake and Troy for a meeting."

"A meeting?" She propped herself on her elbows. "What was it about?"

Seeing as the meeting was a last-minute proposition on Troy's part, I was still reeling from it. My fingers tingled with excitement as I reached for my mate.

Mine. With my mark on her neck. With my ring on her finger.

All mine.

I smiled as I curled her under my wing. "Blake understands that the Bravecrests are... independent creatures." "Yeah?"

"Troy suggested to Blake that the packs split up-Blake overseeing his pack and Troy overseeing the Bravecrests once again."

She sat up. "What?"

"Hold your horses. Please, darling. Lay back. That's it...See, it's a brilliant idea. We're going to share the town of Beaufort. Elias, Wendell, and me will stay with Troy. And you can come too. It'll just be the four of us." My mouth screwed up when I realized what I'd said. "I mean, the five of us," I corrected. "If you want."

She was staring at her hands. Had I said something wrong? Maybe I had railed her too hard. There'd been a few times when Jada had trouble walking after taking my girth. As much as I praised her bravery, I didn't want her to make her insides become her outsides with her rambunctious insistence on riding my d**k.

Honestly, who was I to judge if it made her happy?

I watched her for a while as she got her bearings. Her brain was probably jumbled from those orgasms. Even now while I recognized the logic and reality of that meeting, I felt like my head was full of static. The crackling kind. The sort that came on whenever the cable got wonky on another station.

That was another life. Those things were so far away in my memories. But Jada was here, now. She was my mate. She was about to be my wife. What she wanted was what I wanted.

And what I wanted was to settle down with her with my true alpha, with the man who had helped me get sober and had taken care of me when I couldn't.

I took her hand. The gesture attracted her gaze, and then she smiled, a thousand weights lifting from my shoulders when I saw that smile.

She bowed her head toward me and pressed her forehead to mine. "What about the six of us?"

"Six?"

"Yeah, I mean..." She traced her stomach. "We're about to be three."

I croaked.

Three?

As in... "You're pregnant?"

"Well, yeah. I figured, what the heck? Why not take a test? Because I missed my period and I've been nauseous all day. I had both ends threatening to spout some nonsense. It was either my period or a bug or..." She drifted back. "You're mad, aren't you?" "Baby, why would I be mad?" She shrugged while trying to grab the sheets.

I stopped her. "No, don't hide. I never want you to run away from me again."

"Do you want kids? I know I've never asked. I'm so sorry I've never actually asked. And I should have probably been on birth control this whole time. At least I should have insisted on condoms. I should have-"

I touched a finger to her lips. Her instant silence made me smile.

"Stop worrying," I whispered. "I'd love to have some pups around. You know, more hands for cleaning."

She choked and then she threw herself at me, unleashing a valve that was holding back what must have been gallons of tears. Relieved tears. Affectionate tears. Troubled tears. It all came crashing into me the same way that anger had during my therapy session. I embraced her gently. If she was pregnant, then I had to stop throwing her around. No wonder I wanted to tear her clothes off every waking second. The hormones had probably been fueling us both. That could have explained the explosion from the other night. Among other things.

My mate cried it out. I listened to her soft sniffles, stroked her hair, and whispered that we were about to become a loving family. I'd spent months searching for myself in other things-in work, in competitions, in dive bars.

I'd had no idea I would end up finding myself in my mate.

She inhaled loudly and reclined in my lap with her arms spread wide and her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. "You must hate my emotional outbursts." "Nope. I love them."

"No, you don't."

I chuckled. "I want more of them. Give me all your emotions."

"You sure about that?"

I took her chin gently but firmly as I whispered, "Don't make me say it twice..."