Proven Heart

Thirty-six: Wolves in Control

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Morning came slowly for the both of them. Sadly, not slow enough. Rays of light crept through the window, illuminating the room they were in. As always, Nathaniel woke up first and was quick to give Selena tender kisses all over her body.

She awoke to her naked body being plundered by kisses, his sharp breath piercing her body as she squirmed while she grumbled out words of delirium brought by her heavy eyelids.

“Come on, moon. Wake up.” He urges, whispering behind her reddened ears as his hand gently massages her body which was still recuperating after their multiple instances of extra-curricular naked activities. “We’ve missed breakfast at the mess hall, you know?”

Selena turns her body, facing him, and quickly stole a glance into his eyes before burying her face into the golden curls of his very hairy chest.

“I could be your breakfast.” She sheepishly murmured against his body.

She breathed in his scent. The smell of his wolf, his natural masculine smell, and his warmth caused her to lick her lips and press her legs together. Even now, it still amazed Selena how easy it was to get her in the ‘mood’. The worst part is, Nathaniel didn’t have to do anything except be there.

In an instant, she felt a large and warm fleshy object graze her inner thigh. It was his morning wood, ready to fight and certainly angry.

A deep chuckle reverberated throughout the entire room, warming Selena’s body.

“If we start now, then I’m afraid we shouldn’t even bother to get out of bed.” He said.

She raised her head.

“Huh,” she feigned ignorance while cheekily reaching for his engorged manhood, playing with its swollen head. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Moon…” He spoke ever so darkly in a warning tone. The hunger in his eyes was enough to make her swoon in a blazing delight. “We have duties and us being drunk on love is not at all a good thing. La mort d’amour is true, and it’s a force you and I can barely get a hold of.”

Selena hummed her response.

“I hate that you’re right.” She pouts.

The sight of her frowning lips made him sigh. Slowly, his lips descended on hers, drawing her into a sense of pleasure unearthed, a fleeting dance of their lips sliding with each other. His invading tongue caused her to be breathless but still, she thought for it to never end.

Sadly, it was Nathaniel that broke their connection, heaving and gasping for air and the sight of his glossy gray eyes lead her to believe he was on the brink of breaking out of his thin, worthless facade of control.

He falls to his side and looked to the ceiling, blissfully grinning from ear to ear.

Though in all honestly, she was too. After everything that they had been through, what they had now and where they were seemed like a fantasy.

Nathaniel felt her hand entwining their fingers together.

“I’m happy I’m not Alpha Morris anymore. If I was, then I won’t be able to finish anything except making love to you. The pack would be ruined.”

She snorts.

“It’s quite difficult to imagine you not finishing anything. You’re perilously persistent, love.” She smiled. “But you’re right. Jacob expects me to be at the pack house now.”

He wraps her in his hold.

“But don’t fret, love. There’s always time for us later today.” He murmured.