We clasped forearms, and I felt a strange welling of emotion claim me. This wasn’t the kind I felt with Mia, the rush of pure feelings that a mate had for his other half. This was emotions of a bond I hadn’t known I’d been missing until this point.
“I’ve used the love I have for Mia as a crutch to deal with the pain I buried deep.” I felt his fingers tighten around my forearm. “I’m ready to move on. Finally.”
My chest felt tight, and before I knew what I was doing, I pulled Aidan into an embrace and felt all the pent-up emotions the Alpha of the Black Wolf Pack had been hiding. It was this violent wave of despair and darkness, hopelessness and fear. And it nearly took me to my knees.
And then I scented an aroma I hadn’t smelled in nineteen years. It was the scent of Aidan’s wolf. It was the scent of the male I saw as a brother, the wolf who’d run beside me before we had mates or been leaders of the pack.
It was a scent I’d forgotten until this moment.
I pulled back and grinned, and judging by his expression, he smelled that familiar scent coming from himself as well.
“Welcome back, brother.” And I meant that. With my whole heart.
Things were just as they were supposed to be. Finally.
Epilogue One
Mia
One year later
I moaned as Tucker ran his tongue from my clit, down my cleft, swirled the muscle around my opening, and then repeated the action over and over again until I was writhing for him. He continued moving his tongue up and down until he was between the cheeks of my ass, and then he was licking that tight, forbidden hole.
I closed my eyes and arched my back, his hands on my thighs keeping them open as he teased that taboo spot on my body.
“That’s it. Oh God, Tucker. Yesss.”
He growled against my flesh, and I felt his thumb land on my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves back and forth until I found myself moving my lower body against his face and finger, seeking more, so close to getting off I could taste it.
He licked at my tight hole, over and over again, driving me insane with lust until I felt the air leaving me faster and harsher. The wet sounds of him down there filled my head like a drug until I was high from it and falling over the edge.
I heard the loud, long cry that left me, unable to tone it down, not even wanting to.
And the entire time, he growled against my flesh and rubbed my clit, prolonging the climax until I was so sensitive little tremors wracked my body.
When the pleasure receded and I was far too sensitive to have him touching me anymore, I gently pushed him away and let my legs fall completely open on either side of me. My eyes stayed closed as I rode the post-euphoric high. I sucked in a great lungful of air and felt him move beside me before wrapping his arms around my sated, sweaty body. I curled myself around him, his cock hard, the tip wet and smearing pre-cum along my still overheated flesh. But when I reached between us to grab him and let him find his pleasure too, he grunted and took my hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing my knuckles.
“This was about you. Only you and your pleasure.”
I felt him brush a piece of hair from my forehead and forced my eyes open. My vision was hazy at first from the pleasure he’d given me, but after a few moments, it cleared, and I saw him smiling down at me, the expression on his face telling me he was one thing.
Utterly devoted.
Tucker leaned and kissed the top of my head and then pulled me closer to him. I rested my head on his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart. The scent of his inner wolf was close to the surface, and I smiled at the protectiveness I felt come from both of my males.
Tucker and his wolf may be one and the same in the literal, technical sense, but I saw his wolf as my protector. He was just as much as my mate as Tucker was. They meant so much to me. The most.
My gentle giant.
He moved his hand down my shoulder, over my waist, and stopped when his palm spanned my belly. He started rubbing the skin there in slow, easy motions, and I sighed in pleasure and contentment.
“I can’t wait until you’re really showing,” he whispered against the crown of my head.
My belly was hardly showing at only four months along with our first pup, but I couldn’t wait for that either. “You can’t wait until I’m big and swollen?” I teased and kissed his pectoral muscle.