Chapter 212

Fiona

As the bunny wiggles in my hold, I begin to laugh. It wants to be free so bad that I release it, much to Zev’s chagrin. He jerks, like he wants to follow the little animal, but before he can take chase, I grab his face and kiss him.

“Wh-why did you let it go?” He questions, staring in the direction the animal hopped away. Then he turns his confused gaze on me.

“I’ve already got the best cuddle buddy. Why would I need a bunny?”

His head tilts a bit as he thinks, and it’s adorable. Two more times, his eyes bounce between the tree line and me, before his hands are on my hips, dragging me closer. I try not to listen to the desire that roars to life as his hands slide down my hips to my ass.

“You’re mine, little mate,” Zev growls. “I will not let anyone take you away.”

Everything in me screams to get closer, to allow him to have me. My instinct grows so heavy that I curl in closer, trailing kisses up his neck and jaw until I reach his lips, murmuring, “Thank you,” against them.

He flips my body, rolling us both across the ground until he’s panting heavily and hovering over me. That little fire that started in my core becomes an inferno. His eyes burn brighter, but he hesitates.

“What is it?” I ask, cursing the sniffle and the shakiness of my voice. I’d been crying not five minutes ago, and as if he just now remembers that fact, Zev searches my face and narrows his eyes on my lips.

Still, he doesn’t kiss me.

“You are hurt. I shouldn’t take advantage of you when you’re weak,” he rumbles, his eyes still on my lips as he wipes the drying tears from my cheeks. He’s so gentle, and it makes me want to kiss him more, so I grab the back of his neck and pull him forward.

A growl vibrates his chest, and I sigh in contentment. He’s all I need to feel better. Nothing else. So, I show him that by deepening the kiss and using all my strength to flip us over.

Shocked eyes connect with mine, but he doesn’t break the kiss as I rock my hips against his. This- he- is what I need.

“Fuck, Fiona, this isn’t the time—”

“Why not?”

“Because you… you’re… Ethan says…” I roll my hips again, and he groans. “Ah, fuck it,” he growls and pulls me to him by my hips. This time, he flips us and lifts my skirt, grinding against me as I moan. His teeth scrape against the sensitive mark on my neck. It draws a needy whimper from me.

“Zev, please,” I whine, arching into his shallow thrusts. There are too many layers between us, and my body is growing hotter and hotter with each touch.

“Please, what, little mate?” His fingers slide down my thigh then up again, brushing teasing touches against my panties.

I whine, looking up at him. The smirk pulling at his lips tells me he knows exactly what I want.

“I w-want you.”

His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties and a ripping sound fills the air. I gasp from the sound and the feeling of his fingers on me.

“Oh, my—”

I cry out, arching my hips when he slowly inserts a finger, circles his thumb over my clit, and gently bites down on my neck. The sensation that fills me is blinding, as pleasure grows with each pump of his fingers.

“My beautiful mate. Come for me. Let me see you,” Zev rumbles, his tongue flicking over the mark on my neck and sending another wave of electricity through me and pushing me over the edge. I cry out, letting my head fall back, as my orgasm crashes over me.

Before I can recover, Zev moves between my legs, lifts them around his waist, and enters me.

“Zev!” I moan at the fullness, riding the last remnants of my orgasm as another begins to build. I dig my fingers into his back, pulling him close and slamming my lips to his. He grunts, his hands on my hips keeping me from sliding across the grass when he thrusts into me.

I meet his thrusts, lifting my hips. My vision blurs as the pleasure builds to a storm of lightning within my body, and my head almost falls back. Zev’s hand catches it, tucking me closer to his body.

Something in me flares to life as he tucks my head into his neck, and I lick his neck, nibbling and kissing down to the place that mirrors where he bit me.

Just as he speeds up, I sink my teeth into his neck, and he howls, thrusting roughly into me as we both break apart and fall over the edge of the mountainous pleasure that had been building.

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“Where are we?” I ask, looking up at the two-story house. I thought Ethan was taking me back to the pack house because he’d said we were going home.

When he doesn’t answer, I look back at Ethan to find a dazed expression on his face. His fingers touch the spot I’d bit him, and I blush, the heat not only in my cheeks.

“You bit me… us,” he mutters. It’s the fourth time he’s said that since Zev let him have control back. I think it’s cute, especially when he told me he never expected me to try to mark him with my blunt little teeth. I’d taken a bit of offense to that, but in the end, I realized he’s happy I did it.

I’m not sure why I did it, but it seemed right.

“I did, and I can do it again.”

“Yes!” He blurts, then shakes his head. “I mean, no. Not right now. I have something to show you,” he stumbles over his words, making me laugh quietly.

Ethan slides his hand into mine, interlocking our fingers and pulling me toward the house.

“Wait, what are you—”

“This is our house.”

“Our…” I look up at the house, speechless. It’s beautiful and a complete surprise.

Ethan pushes the front door open and smiles back at me, “I bought it before the coronation and had some pack members furnish it for us, since I figured that you wouldn’t want to live in the pack house for the rest of our lives.”

I nod. It was a bit strange knowing a bunch of other people lived in the same building as you. It was almost like being in a hotel. I ran into people all the time, and half of the time, I had no clue who they were.

“So, you bought a house,” I state, my eyes scanning the light blue walls as he leads me further in. We come out into the living room that has a big, gray sofa that looks extremely comfortable, a large TV, and a few other furnishings.

The kitchen also follows the blue and gray theme, adding hints of white in some places. It’s large, and my heart squeezes happily when I see the oven that has a row of glass jars filled with herbs above it.

“Let me show you the best part,” Ethan murmurs, leading me back through the living room and to the stairs. When we get to the top, we head left to the door at the end of the hallway, where Ethan pauses and looks back at me.

“Ready?”

He looks like a kid on Christmas morning, so I nod, unsure what he’s about to show me.

Then, he pushes the door open, and I gasp. Soft yellow walls with white and orange accents and furnishings fill the room. A white baby bed sits on the far wall, surrounded by anything a baby would need.

And the moment my eyes fall on the rocking chair and the stuffed giraffe, tears fill my eyes.

“If there’s anything you don’t like, or if you want to change anything, we can. I just told them to make it neutral since we don’t know the gender,” Ehtan says softly.

Overjoyed, and unable to voice my happiness, I spin, throw my arms around my mate, and kiss him.