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A tremor ran through me, and I almost lost my balance. Connor chuckled, his voice low and teasing.
“What? Can’t handle it already?”
The amusement in his tone made my cheeks burn with embarrassment. How did he always manage to affect me so easily?
I turned to face Connor, our eyes locking as I felt the pull of our mate bond. The connection between us was electric, impossible to ignore. Emboldened by the intensity in his gaze, I stood on my toes and looped my arms around his neck.
I kissed him, pouring all my longing into the gesture. But my kiss was amateurish compared to Connor’s experienced touch, lacking the natural dominance of an Alpha’s claim. After a few moments, I paused, sensing his lack of reciprocation.
“You don’t want to kiss,” I stated, a hint of coldness creeping into my tone. Disappointment and hurt mingled in my chest.
Connor raised his eyebrows, his wolf stirring with amusement. “Did I say I didn’t want to kiss?”
I huffed, crossing my arms defensively. “You didn’t respond.”
He chuckled, his voice carrying the warm rumble of his wolf. “Baby, you rarely kiss me first. I was savoring it.”
The endearment made my heart flutter, but I was still hurt by his apparent lack of enthusiasm. I turned away, not wanting him to see the vulnerability in my eyes.
Connor, amused by my reaction, coaxed gently, “Are you angry?” When I didn’t reply, he used his Alpha strength to lift me effortlessly and sat me on the bed.
Kneeling before me, Connor took my hands in his larger ones. The gesture was unexpected, an Alpha submitting to his mate. He lowered his head and kissed me with the reverence an Alpha shows his Luna.
The kiss was different this time deeper, more meaningful. It was a silent offering of his devotion, a promise that spoke louder than words. The unexpected gesture sent a jolt through me, my wolf responding to his submission.
His actions spoke volumes about our bond. I melted under his tender attention, all my earlier hurt dissolving like morning mist.
Connor’s lips moved from my lips to my eyes, my ears, my neck. Each kiss marked me as his mate without the formal claiming bite. The room’s temperature rose as our wolves responded to each other’s proximity.
He whispered against my skin, his voice rough with desire, “Do you want to?”
I bit my lip, my breath catching as my wolf yearned for her mate. The longing was overwhelming, a need that went beyond physical desire. “Yes,” I whispered.
We had been apart for too long. Our bodies – both human and wolf – craved the connection that only true mates could share. The bond between us demanded completion, unity that transcended the physical realm.
Dusk fell over Harbor City as we lost ourselves in each other. The half-open window let the summer evening breeze gently raise the gauze curtains, bringing with it the scent of night-blooming jasmine that seemed to bless our union.
The fragrance mingled with our scents, creating something beautiful and sacred. Time seemed suspended as we reconnected on every level – body, mind, and soul.
Afterward, I was exhausted from our passionate reconnection. Every muscle in my body felt languid, satisfied in a way I’d never experienced before. Connor gently stroked my sweat-dampened hair, his touch infinitely tender.
He kissed my forehead with the devotion of a mate who cherished every moment with his beloved. The gesture was so gentle, so loving, that tears pricked my eyes.
Connor then carried me to the bathroom with the careful strength that marked him as my protector. His arms were steady and sure, cradling me as if I were the most precious thing in his world.
(Connor’s POV)
I carefully placed Olivia in the bathtub, watching as the hot water embraced her delicate skin. Her fair complexion seemed to glow in the warm light, and I couldn’t resist reaching for the Moonlight Cotton
Towel.
The soft fabric glided across her shoulders as I gently wiped away the evidence of our passionate reunion.
My wolf purred deep in my chest, completely content at being able to care for our mate in such an intimate way.
The hot water brought color back to her cheeks, transforming her from the exhausted woman I’d carried here into something radiant. Her amber eyes fluttered closed as she relaxed into my touch.
“Better?” I asked softly, my voice rough with emotion.
She nodded, a small smile playing at her lips. “Much better.”
I continued my gentle ministrations, my wolf demanding this connection with its mate. Every stroke of the towel was an act of devotion, a silent promise that I would always care for her.
But as I watched her flushed cheeks and the way her lips parted slightly in contentment, something primal stirred within me. My wolf wasn’t satisfied with just caring for her – it wanted more.
I leaned down and kissed her face, unable to resist the pull. Her skin was warm and soft beneath my lips, tasting faintly of the jasmine-scented bath oil.
“Connor,” she whispered, but there was no protest in her voice.
I kissed her lips repeatedly, each touch sending electricity through our mate bond. My wolf growled with satisfaction, but it still wasn’t enough for either man or beast.
The need to claim her, to mark her as mine, burned through my veins. But I forced myself to pull back, knowing she needed rest more than she needed my desires.
After the bath, I carried Olivia to the Master Bedroom, her body warm and pliant in my arms. She felt so right there, like she belonged nowhere else but in my embrace.
I set her gently on the bed and reached for the hair dryer, determined to take care of every detail. As I worked the warm air through her honey-brown locks, she leaned into my touch.
“Can you stay the night?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
My heart clenched at the vulnerability in her tone. “Of course.”
“Promise you’ll only hold me?” she pressed, though her eyes held doubt.
I chuckled softly, changing the sheets with meticulous care. “I promise to only hold you.”
She gave me a look that said she didn’t believe me for a second. “You said that before, and look what happened.”
“That was different,” I protested, though we both knew she was right. Our mate bond made it nearly impossible to resist each other.
As I dried her hair, her expression grew distant. The contentment from moments before faded, replaced by something that looked like pain.
“You lied to me before,” she said quietly. “About your feelings. About Layla Lawrence.”
The accusation hit me like a physical blow. I set down the hair dryer and knelt beside the bed, taking her hands in mine.
“Olivia, I never lied about my feelings for you.”
“But you used Layla for a fake relationship,” she continued, her amber eyes bright with unshed tears. “You made me think you’d moved on.”
Guilt crashed over me in waves. “That was a well-intentioned lie,” I said, my voice thick with regret. “I was trying to protect you from pack politics and media scrutiny.”
“By breaking my heart?”
The pain in her voice nearly destroyed me. “I’m sorry. I thought if you believed I’d moved on, you’d be safer.
I never wanted to hurt you.”
She studied my face for a long moment, searching for the truth. Finally, she nodded, though I could see the hurt still lingered.
After finishing with her hair, I stood and stretched. “I should cook something for us.”
“You don’t need to,” she said, following me toward the Manor Kitchen. “Dorothy probably left something.”
But when we entered the kitchen, we both stopped short. The Pack Feast Warming Unit displayed “keep warm” in glowing letters, and steam rose from the Steaming Rack for Pack Meals.
A complete Four-Course Pack Feast sat waiting for us, perfectly prepared and maintained at the ideal temperature.
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