Page 2 of Secret Heir's Return

The two short words were all the encouragement I needed to continue, as I allowed myself to lose my senses. I could feel my teeth itching, already elongating with the instinctive desire to mark my mate. Her lips already trailed along my shoulder, teasing the spot where her mark would go.

I twisted our bodies sharply, keeping our connection as I moved to her bed. We fell together against the plush mattress, my body landing over hers. I found my knees on the ground. My handsheld tight to her hips, raising her lower body up slightly as I drove harder and faster.

“Yes, fuck, shit, no, don’t stop,” she screamed, her hands twisting in the blankets. Her words were coming with every breath she took. Her body arched against the mattress. I could feel her losing her mind just as I was.

I dropped her hips back to the bed, my body following, my hips keeping their pace. My mouth found her shoulders; the itch in my teeth was something I could no longer put off. I was so close to my end, and I could feel her not far behind.

Her mouth closed around my shoulder; something inside her was holding her back from marking me. Some uncertainty inside her.

I knew what it was. The potion was holding back my scent. Her wolf half couldn’t register what the witch in her already knew. She couldn’t understand why she felt the need to mark me so badly. Any good she-wolf wouldn’t willingly mark someone she didn’t know to be her mate. Even if it could be taken back should the man not be the one, she would still not want to give her mark to just anyone.

I smiled as I licked her shoulder, goosebumps rising over the skin as her body recognized what would soon follow the tasting. While she may not yet recognize fully who I was to her, I knewperfectly well what was between us, and my instincts couldn’t be kept at bay any longer.

My teeth sank into her skin, burning my mark into her body as pleasure exploded through me. Her body tightened around me, her nails dragging deep lines over my skin with the most delicious pain that contrasted with the pleasure.

She didn’t mark me. Not yet. I respected my mate for not doing so without knowing the truth. It gave me pride to know that she wouldn’t just choose any mate, but would wait for me. I licked over the mark, watching the skin already healing, leaving only a faint silvery circle beneath her soft skin.

We lay there together, our chests heaving and sweat mixing. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to be apart from her.

Before she could ask me the same question all over again, I flipped her body over beneath me and started all over again. The pillow muffled her screams and moans as she buried her face. Her hands were pulling the sheets right off the mattress as I savored her beautiful body.

“That’s right, babydoll,” I purred against her ear, her hair tangled around my fist. “You love this, don’t you?”

She nodded to my question, my teeth teasing her earlobe as she moaned out another “yes.”

I continued through the night. I began switching the position quicker than her mind could catch up to ask me any more questions. I didn’t stop until she couldn’t take anymore. I watched her sleep then, admiring the way my mark glistened in the early morning light. Bending down, I kissed her temple gently.

“I’ll be back,” I whispered to her sleeping form. “I have some business to handle.”

Sneaking back out of the house was harder than sneaking in. My potion was almost gone, and although it was early and only a few were moving around in the packhouse, the few who saw me would just pause and turn in my direction for a moment before shrugging and assuming they had imagined something there.

I was relieved to make it to the tree line. I shifted quickly, collecting my clothes in my mouth before taking off to meet my father at the rogue-owned bar Feral Tides on the other side of the forest. Only at the sight of Feral Tides did I shift back to my human form, putting my pants on while throwing my shredded shirt over my shoulder before walking in.

“You look like hell. Were you caught?”

Chapter Two

Liberty

Of all the things to happen, I would never have imagined that I would find the most stunning man I’d ever seen, standing in my bedroom. Nothing in life had ever surprised me. I had always seen things come before they happened.

I foresaw Brady and Madeline losing the pack’s kids over Christmas five years ago. It was meant to happen, so I only told my parents about it after I knew. That was how my best friend and her siblings came to be in our pack.

I could even see when the San Diego pack was having trouble and just what their alpha needed to do. So, I had sharedall the information that I could reveal based on the laws of premonitions.

Now I wasn’t exactly perfect with my premonitions. As soon as Brady turned eighteen, his gifts in magic and premonitions far exceeded mine. That had been expected, but I could always, at the very least, see things that could eventually affect me. Yet, I never saw this coming: a strange man in my bedroom, never in my dreams.

His lips tasted like all the bad things that would send a girl’s heart racing. His touch was rough yet soft, demanding yet yielding. He played my body like a well-tuned instrument and sent sound that I didn’t know I was capable of singing from my lips.

The entire day had been uneventful. Nothing had even hinted at the excitement I would find in the night. I walked into my bathroom with nothing but thoughts of what I should prepare for tomorrow with my alpha lessons. I walked back out an hour later to find him standing there, staring at me.

At first glance, I thought he was there to kill me. No scent. Clothing that could easily blend in with every shadow he passed through. Even the look on his face had murder written all over it. Yet those dark eyes sent shivers of excitement through my core. There was no fear at any point. That was insanity. I should have been terrified. I, at the very least, should have thrown a punch or two as he rushed at me.

Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck and dropped my towel without a care in the world.

Sweet Aphrodite, it was like I was under a spell. The moment his lips touched mine, all my self-awareness vanished. I was kissing a stranger. His scent was blocked, but I was certain I wouldn’t recognize him even if I could smell him.

“Who are you?”