Page 13 of Opposites Attract
The bond is cementing.
What do we do?
Accept it.
Something snapped into place, making my heart swell with the feeling of fullness. Buried in John’s arms, I inhaled his scent as he breathed in mine. The golden cord between us solidified, proof that the impossible was possible, and my wolf rested in contentment.
Fate.
But I didn’t have time to process it all.
The delicious ache between my legs was already fading. Fast. Too fast. It was pulling me under, teasing and taunting. John’s worried brow hovered above me as he tucked a piece of sweaty hair back from my face and his knot started to shrink.
An animalistic whine came from my throat.
“It’ll be okay,” he promised as a new wave of need washed over me, drowning out my senses and taking all self-preservation with it. “I’ll always take care of you.”
4
John
The plastic beanbag chair stuck to my bare skin as I sat bowlegged and sore, surveying the room where I’d spent most of the week holed up. She’d painted the walls a midnight black with spatters of silver specks resembling stars. Floating shelves held candles around the ceilings, giving the illusion of a decorative cornice with ghostly light when it was night and we lit the wicks.
In the morning, the nest looked less haunted and more like an antique painting. Sun filtered in through the gauzy curtains on the window and the breeze fluttered the matching floor-to-ceiling length fabric she’d hung at the front doors. Purple silk sheets wrapped around the mattress pad. It was surprisingly comfortable for being so thin. But purple wasn’t the right name for the color. It was a deeper violet mixed with red, burgundy is what I think they called it.
I wasn’t sure.
I’d bet money Fallon knew.
She seemed the artist type–edgy, sexy, and so far out of my league it wasn’t funny.
And she was softer than she pretended to be.
During her heat, she’d let me in physically, in more ways than one. Demanded I service her–as was her right–but there was a vulnerability she showed in awkward moments that let me know I could seriously fuck this up if I wasn’t careful.
Now that the heat was waning and she lay wrapped in the furry blanket, sleeping off the last of the hormones, I could catch my breath as I stared at her. Long raven hair fanned out around her porcelain face. Porcelain wasn’t the right word. Her face wasn’t breakable. But it wasn’t stone either.
It was delicately feminine and harshly beautiful. All her curves and angles were. Luscious softness with strong muscles underneath. She was dangerous. The kind of beauty that caused wars.
And she was mine.
We’ll give her what she needs.My beast sighed, content.Keep her safe.
I scratched my beard, thinking. Amber mated that Colton fellow from Maine, and Danielle’s wolf chose Tucker from New York. I’d checked on them at the beginning of the season to make sure those boys were treating them right. Their mama, my step-sister Bethany, would be happy knowing they’d be so close. It’d make visiting a whole lot easier.
Fallon had to come with me all the way to Michigan. I wasn’t sure if she’d be homesick so far away from the big city and her pack.
Old pack, that is.
She was bonded to me now.
The rightness of that settled comfortably in my chest. It felt meant to be. Soul deep. I wasn’t sure how fated mates worked, but I was thinking this was pretty damn close if not the real deal.
This is as real as it gets,my beast said.We got lucky.
Coming to the show was a blessing in disguise. I’d gotten Alpha Williams’ son from Detroit to swear off any dealings in the Upper Peninsula. No more mafia bullshit. No more dumped bodies in my territory. Amber and Danielle were mated right and proper. To top it all off, I’d scored myself a beautiful Luna.
“What are you thinking about?” Fallon whispered as her eyes fluttered open.