Page 77 of His Runaway Mate

“Did you just kill my father, and then propose to me?”

“Yes. Very old-fashioned of me, I know, but I’m a traditional sort of man underneath it all. Nicky Love, will you marry me?”

There is another long pause, and again I find myself concerned that she might reject me out of her own self-loathing. She identifies with the beast that was her father far too much.

“I suppose I should,” she says. “Seeing as I’m probably knocked up with your whelps. They might want me to be married to their father, I guess. For the inheritance, if nothing else.”

I know she does not mean all of that. Her eyes are shining with mischief and love, and the fact that she can feel anything good in this moment gives me hope for the future. She will heal. She will settle with me and my pack. She will have my babies. We will be a happy family.

“Brat,” I laugh, kissing her again. “You are going to make me the happiest man in the world.”

* * *

Nicky

Part of me cannot believe what just happened. My father is dead and I am going to be married to one of the richest wolves in the world. Everything I wished for as a child has come true for me, and it’s real. I know that, because I can feel Rex holding me close. The warmth of his body keeps me anchored as the cool water swirls around us. I could so easily believe that this is all a dream.

My father is dead. Finally. I feel another wave of relief sweep over me. I thought, for a moment, when I caught up and saw Rex facing him down that my father might beat Rex. But that was the thought of a frightened child.

He was never a match for my mate.

Rex lifts me up and carries me out of the water. A helicopter is hovering overhead. Most of the pack is being ferried back. They have all run a long way at speed with no food, and it’s safer for everyone to take a short flight back than risk the wild. Some intrepid types are running back in their wolf forms.

“Do we have to go back?” I pull on his hand as he leads me toward the clearing where the helicopter is waiting.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he says, turning to me with a broad smile that gives me a rush of desire that once more pushes back all the tiredness of the running and the playing and the whatnot. “We have the rest of our lives to do as we please, my little mate.”

“I want to fuck you. Is that sick?”

“It’s not sick,” he says. “It’s the most natural thing in the world. And,” he lowers his head and his tone at the same time, “it’s what I want too.”

* * *

Rex

I lift her up, press her back against a tree—I choose one with smooth bark, because I am a gentleman even if my jaws were recently drenched with human blood. She wants me so badly, I can smell the intensity of her desire.

She wraps her legs around my waist as my cock presses up between her thighs and finds the slick slit. She is wet for me, soaked with desire that was ordained a long time ago by fate herself.

I surge up inside her, taking her with primal passion. This claiming is not like it was before. I have dominated and punished her many times. More often than not when my cock entered her, her ass was burning from the harsh application of my palm or some other implement.

This tryst is being fueled by a darker intimacy. She wants to give herself to me completely. She wants to feel my claim because the original male she imprinted on as a pup is gone and now I am everything to her. I am the sun around which she will orbit, and she is the moon I will worship.

I bite the side of her neck, blunted human teeth doing no damage at all as I mimic a previous brutality, and roll my hips up inside her so my cock fills every inch of her breeding channel.

“I cannot wait to see you swell with my babies,” I growl in her ear, nipping the lobe for a little more stimulation. “You’re going to look adorable when you are pregnant, and I will take very good care of you.”

She moans, incoherent. I take it as a compliment that she is unable to speak when I am inside her. I love the way her body responds and surrenders to me so completely naturally. I feel her enveloping me, surrounding me, taking me deeper, it feels, than before.

My knot is starting to build, stretching her wider. These thrusts before I fully knot demand so much of her tight pussy. They command her to stretch for me, submit to me. Her tender cunt needs to be able to take every inflated inch of me because she is about to be bred again.

“Such a good girl, who is all mine? Hmm?” I purr the question as I rut up inside her, feeling how her pussy spreads and stretches for me. “Who is going to take all my cum and make me a baby?”

“Me,” she squeaks.

“That’s right,” I snarl, my mouth on her neck, my free hand in her hair, my cock deep inside her soaking pussy. “It’s you. And you’re mine. You belong to me completely. There is no other person on this planet who has the claim to you that I do. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” she moans, her hips grinding back against me as my knot thickens and her pussy struggles to take it. She’s fucking herself on my cock, taking every bit of it and wanting more.