RAMON’S POV

My back dropped to the ground, and I brought her along with me. The soft grass cushioned us as her warm, naked body pressed flush against mine.

She laid on top of me, and everything felt right in the world again. Her skin was still wet from the stream, cool and smooth against my chest, her heartbeat thudding wildly against mine.

My wolf was satisfied. I was satisfied. In fact, I hadn’t felt this satisfied in a while. The tension that had coiled tight in my gut for days finally eased, replaced by a deep, primal contentment.

I stroked her hair, the wet strands sliding between my fingers, and she curled her naked body against me like she belonged there. Her soft curves molded perfectly to my harder planes.

She was simply irresistible, because I was starting to harden again. The heat of her core pressed against my thigh, and my cock twitched with renewed interest. This was why I should have stayed away. She was like a drug. The more you take, the more you crave.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked in her soft, sonorous voice, her breath warm against my neck.

It melted my heart. Made me want to bare my soul to her. However, I knew it was just a dangerous thing to do. We would both benefit from me acting aloof. I didn’t want to lose my head. And for the first time, I could admit to myself there was a big possibility of doing that.

"You," I replied, and she giggled, the sound light and sweet, vibrating through her chest into mine.

"Why are you being so nice to me? It’s so much harder to hate you," she sighed, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest.

"As long as you’re here like this, you can hate me all you want," I replied, my hand sliding down to rest possessively on the curve of her ass.

Her mood suddenly shifted, and I instantly sensed it—the subtle stiffening of her body, the way her breathing changed.

"What’s wrong?" I asked, my voice low.

"I just don’t feel right. You should be with Lorena. Am I mad at the situation? Yes, but honestly, she doesn’t deserve to be alone. Maybe when she’s fine, I can feel comfortable again," she explained, her voice small.

I understood, because it was also beginning to dawn on me how actually nice she was. It definitely wasn’t putting up an act. Anyone acting for this long would have slipped up already. She genuinely was nice, and I appreciated that fact.

"Lorena is going to be fine," I said in a reassuring voice, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Are you happy?" She asked in a strained voice.

"Happy about?"

She didn’t answer immediately. I guess she was gauging her words. I wanted her to feel comfortable. I had hurt her for so long; perhaps she thought I was going to do it again. In sincerity, I didn’t think I had it in my mind to hurt her one more time.

"Having a child. You must be ecstatic," she said.

I could tell it had taken a lot of inner strength from her to be able to ask that question. I tried to put myself in her position, and realized I would have crashed out if my mate was pregnant for another man. Maybe I was my father’s son, anyway. After everything that had unfolded, I still ended up having two women in my life.

"I don’t know how I feel about that yet. It was so sudden, I frankly didn’t expect it."

"But you’ve been sleeping with her. The book says not to get surprised about pregnancies when you do it constantly."

I laughed because for a moment, I had forgotten how young and naive she actually was.

"So do you think you’ll get pregnant?" I asked.

"We did it only once. Maybe a couple more times, and I’ll be afraid."

I pushed the last part of her words aside and focused on the first.

"Is that an invitation?"

She smiled, and although I couldn’t see her face, I felt it from how her body expanded against mine.

"We’re talking about you now. You don’t like the focus to be on you. Perhaps it’s because you love to be in control."

"Darling, you test my control in every way. I don’t think you’re in the best position to say that."

Her body shook with laughter as she wiggled around and faced me. Her breasts pressed softly against my chest, nipples hardening from the contact.

"I hated you a lot this morning. Here I am now, awed by you," she poked my nose, and drew a line with her finger down to my lips. "I wish my wolf was fully able to experience this. It’s what she’s wanted for the longest."

"Your wolf?" I touched the space between her breasts, and she sucked in her breath sharply, her back arching slightly.

It wasn’t supposed to be a pleasurable gesture, but I guess I should be flattered because she was just as attracted to me.

"Why do you think she’s not back yet?" I asked curiously, my thumb brushing lightly over her skin.

"She’s afraid. Something happened that night. I just can’t remember what happened to get her so scared. Shouldn’t she be stronger?" She moaned in frustration.

"She’s an extension of you, Sonia. Only as strong as you allow her to be. So maybe the fear is not from her, but from you," I said the only way I could explain it.

"Wow, I didn’t think of it that way. It’s true I was the one something happened to. You see, when I feel overwhelmed by pleasure, she appears briefly. Same when I feel pain or concern. I think I need to feel these emotions in abundance, and perhaps, she’d return. I just feel so stuck."

I brushed a strand of hair that had covered her face and kissed her gently, tasting the faint salt of the stream on her lips.

"You’ll get your wolf back. And I’ll help the best way I can."

I flipped her over, and kissed my way down to her thighs. Her skin was soft and warm under my mouth, goosebumps rising in my wake. I spread her legs wider, settling between them.

"You’re so beautiful. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen," I whispered to make her feel good about herself. It was also true. She was the most beautiful woman in the world—every curve, every dip, every inch of her skin glowing in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees.

I dived in-between her legs with my tongue, and she cried out my name, the sound echoing through the forest.

That was all I wanted. To hear my name come out of her lips as I pleasured her.

She was moist for me, slick, sweet, and hot. The scent of her arousal was thick and intoxicating, making my cock throb painfully against the ground. When her hand found my hair and grabbed it ferociously between her fingers, nails scraping my scalp, I was compelled to give her even more pleasure.

I licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, savoring the taste of her, musky, sweet, addictive. I circled her swollen clit with the flat of my tongue, then sucked it into my mouth, flicking it rapidly. Her hips bucked against my face, and I gripped her thighs harder, holding her open for me.

"Oh, please—" she breathed out loudly, her voice breaking.

I twisted my tongue deep into her, fucking her with it, tasting her essence as it coated my tongue and chin. She was dripping, her juices running down my chin as I lapped them up greedily. I added two fingers, curling them inside her, finding that spongy spot that made her walls clamp down hard around me.

She stiffened, her back arching off the ground, thighs trembling violently around my head.

Her juices splattered all over, hot and wet, but I managed to lap as much as I could, drinking her down like I was starving. Her cries turned into broken sobs of pleasure as she came hard, her pussy pulsing and gushing around my tongue and fingers.

She finally came down from her high, panting and shaking, but I didn’t give her the time to fully recover.

I thrust into her in one deep, powerful stroke, burying myself to the hilt. It took a whole lot of self control not to burst all over the second her moistened depths engulfed me, hot, tight, velvet-soft walls gripping my cock like a fist.

"Fuck, Sonia—" I growled, my voice rough as I started to move.

I pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the trees. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and begging for attention.

I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, biting gently as I fucked her harder, deeper, the head of my cock dragging against that spot inside her that made her scream.

She was so wet, the obscene squelching sounds of my cock pounding into her slick pussy filling the air. Her juices coated my shaft and balls, dripping down to soak the grass beneath us. I reached between us and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles, feeling her walls flutter and clench around me.

"Ramon— oh gods— harder—" she begged, her nails raking down my back, leaving stinging trails that only fueled my need.

I gave her what she wanted. I fucked her relentlessly, hips snapping forward with brutal force, the force of my thrusts shaking her entire body. Sweat slicked our skin, the scent of sex and the forest thick around us. My wolf howled inside me, demanding I claim her fruitfully, mark her womb, fill her.

I felt my knot beginning to swell at the base of my cock, catching on her entrance with every thrust. I pushed deeper, grinding against her clit, and she came again with a shattered scream, her pussy milking me so tightly I saw stars.

With a guttural roar, I thrust one last time and exploded deep inside her, pumping thick ropes of cum into her clenching heat. My knot locked us together as I filled her, the pleasure so intense my vision blurred. I collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her, both of us panting and trembling in the aftermath.

She was mine. And I was never letting her go again.