Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I’m dying to be inside her. To fuck her long and hard. To drive into her and watch her face contort with pleasure when I make her come. To experience the privilege of sliding in and out of her tight channel as I coat my dick with the nectar she’s making just for me.
Aster slides her free hand down past my waist to caress my balls.
Oh fuck. Oh fate.
That’s all it takes. My balls pump and cum shoots down the length of my cock, spurting in ribbons into the tub.
Next time it will be into Aster’s mouth. Or over her tits. My thoughts turn disrespectful as I catalogue all the things I want to do to my gorgeous mate now that I know she’s a willing participant.
We can survive me never coming inside her if that’s what she wants. There are plenty of other ways to please each other. Especially if I can mark her.
I grab a washcloth and clean up, keeping one arm around my mate to keep her close.
Thank you, I sign.
She shakes her head at me, frowning.
Mine. She lays the word down fiercely in my mind.
I smile. Yes, I sign. I’m yours.
I love that she’s finding non-verbal ways to communicate with me. Finding a way into my world instead of asking me to push into the hearing world. She spent the afternoon asking me different signs and practicing her alphabet for fingerspelling. Which must mean she’s sticking around, right?
Fuck, I hope so.
I pick her up to straddle my waist. After carrying her to the living room, I set her on the couch and make a fire to warm the night chill from the place.
Hungry? I sign.
She remembers the sign from yesterday, and her face lights up. She signs yes, with a smile that nearly brings me to my knees.
This is what my mate looks like when she’s sated. This is what it’s like to care for her needs.
I can’t think of any greater privilege.
Chapter Fifteen
Aster
The next morning, I wake relaxed. I slept with my head on Noah’s shoulder, nestled against his large, muscled body. He fed me pork chops, mashed potatoes, and green beans last night, then used his clever tongue between my legs before I fell asleep in his arms.
He must already be up. I smell the scent of bacon and pancakes from the kitchen. I jump in the shower and dress in one of Noah’s shirts again. I like having his fresh fir tree scent engulf me–it relaxes me.
I find Noah monitoring his phone screen as he works the knobs of a controller. I look over his shoulder to see an aerial view of the Celestial Cradle. I rest my hand on his shoulder, and he startles, twisting to look at me with a quick grin.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”
He pulls me onto his lap, and I twine my arms around his neck. “I’m just making a plan for getting back in.” He takes the drone higher and lifts it up above the treetops, then sweeps it over the entire compound.
“So this is the tower where Oriana is being kept?” He points at a tower and raises his brows.
I nod.
“Do you know how I can get in?”
My stomach tightens. “It will be heavily guarded. We’d need some kind of distraction.”
Noah shakes his head. “No we. I go alone. I don’t want you in danger.” He lands the drone in a tree to give me his full attention.
“No. I know the land, the buildings, and the people. You need me.”
A stubborn look comes over his face. “I won’t put you in danger again.”
I bare my teeth, gathering the power of the Grandmothers to me as I show him my wolf and my magic. “I will go with you.”
Fascination coats his stare as the corners of his lips twitch. He seems to drink me in, long enough that my fierceness starts to fade, and I blush.
“You’re so beautiful it hurts,” he says.
“I’m going with you.”
He frowns. “I don’t like it.”
I kiss his temple. “I know you don’t.” I try to think of how we might pull this off. The best thing would be if they believed Oriana and Liora escaped on their own. That way nothing would be traced back to Noah or the Blackthroats.
“Noah, what is your relationship with the Blackthroats? You said you aren’t one of them, but my visions showed me you near them.”
“I work for Moon Co.”
That tracks. “Brick Blackthroat’s company.”
“Yes.”
“But you didn’t join their pack?”
“Right. I’m a lone wolf. I came to New York to take down the Moonborn, and I didn’t want to involve them in that.”
“And they were okay with you not pledging your loyalty?”
He flicks his eyebrows. “No. Not really. Brick took offense. And I’m in deep shit with them right now over the tiara heist. I’m supposed to present myself by tonight, or I assume I will lose my job or maybe worse.”