“Shit, Elsa, you can’t let him go,” Renea said as she wiped the tears away. “Do you have any idea how much I’d love to have something like this happen to me? Brand loves you. Can you picture another man not having sex for seven years just because he feels he’d be cheating on the woman he knows is his mate, even though she doesn’t know it? I can’t. For fuck sake, he was going to step aside for that fuckwad Teddy. Brand is leaving you to decide whether he gets his happily ever after or whether you condemn him to an eternity of loneliness.”
“So you don’t think I should be upset with him for stalking me for the last seven years?”
“Hell no, little sis. He was keeping you safe. He knows what lurks in the night. He comes from another time where men thought it was their duty to protect their women. You’re just not used to it.” Renea paused and then looked her directly in the eyes. “Elsa, you love Brand. It shows in the way you talk about him. Don’t let him go or you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
Elsa’s eyes welled. “I do love him. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since I left him. I’ll do this, but I’m not letting you go. I don’t know what to do about Mum and Dad.”
“Don’t worry about them right now. You have years before they’ll notice you aren’t exactly aging. And I’m not going anywhere.” Renea leaned in and kissed Elsa’s cheek. “Now wipe those tears and call your man. Don’t make him suffer any more than he already has. I’m sure he’s missing you.”
“You know how much I love you, right?”
Renea chuckled. “Of course. And I love you just as much. Now go start the rest of your eternal life with your mate.”
Her sister stood and then walked out of the flat. Once she was alone, Elsa grabbed up her phone and dialed Brand’s mobile. She hoped he was somewhere close by. He picked up after the second ring.
“Elsa?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” She paused and took a deep breath. “I love you, Brand.”
The sound of him hanging up sounded loud in her ear. She’d just replaced the cordless on its base when her flat’s door opened and Brand stood in the entranceway. He closed it behind him; then, moving faster than a mortal would, he had her in his arms and his mouth was devouring hers. Elsa held on for dear life, and all her anxiety and uncertainty washed away on a tide of intense desire. This was where she was meant to be, in the arms of her mate, forever.
Their clothes seemed to suddenly be gone as Brand undressed them both with werewolf speed. He picked her up and took her to the couch. He sat with her straddling his lap. His hard cock pressed against her pussy, causing wetness to pool to make her ready for him. He continued to kiss her and run his hands caressingly along her body until she ached to have him inside her.
Brand released her mouth and stared into her eyes. His had changed, had become more animal-like with the irises taking up much of the white. He held up his hand to show her the claws that tipped his fingers.
“Only you make me like this. Only you bring my wolf out,” he said in a gruff voice. “Only my mate. I promise to make you happy, to love you forever. I don’t think I could handle losing you again.”
Elsa hungrily took his lips then said against them, “I’m not going anywhere.”
No longer able to wait, she rose on her knees and positioned herself over his cock. She slowly sank down until she’d taken his whole length. Up and down she rode him, knowing she’d never want another man like this ever again. Brand held on to her hips and lifted her on and off him, increasing their pace until he had her crying out in release. His cock swelled and locked them together. Elsa kissed him with all the love she had for him.
As another splash of cum hit her cervix, she moaned. “I guess you’ll talk to Tiw about making us true mates soon?”
“Yes, but that can wait. Right now I want my mate again. I’ll never get enough of you.”
Brand stood with her in his arms, his cock still buried inside her, and took her to her bedroom. Elsa had a feeling they wouldn’t be leaving it for a very long time.
The End
About the Author:
Marisa Chenery was always a lover of books, but after reading her first historical romance novel she found herself hooked. Having inherited a love for the written word, she soon started writing her own novels.
After trying her hand at writing historicals, she now also writes paranormals.
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