Wolf and Soul (The Alaska Princesses Trilogy, Book 3) (10 page)

However, she still wasn’t satisfied, couldn’t feel satisfied until he came, too. His head was buried in her shoulder, and he was shaking it back and forth. She realized he was trying to hold back again, hoping her orgasm would be enough to end this.

But it wasn’t. It totally wasn’t. She grabbed him by the chin and said, “You too.”

He shook his head, but she nodded, insisting. “You too.”

Then she took the decision out of his hands, sinking her teeth all the way into his shoulder, so hard she could feel her canines break through his skin. And it worked.

The unexpected act of violence made him lose his grip on the edge he’d been white-knuckling. Grady came with a bellow, his release rocketing out of him and into her womb, and Tu gasped, jerking against his shoulder when the knot at the base of his shaft expanded inside her, locking them together.

Being with him like this, his knot filling her up so she received a trill of pleasure every time she clenched around him, milking his dick—it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her in her entire life, and she couldn’t ever imagine being sorry about this mating.

Yet Grady seemed to be beside himself with regret, as if he’d done something unspeakable to her. His fist went to his broad chest, still covered in the Denver University t-shirt he’d worn to bed. He circled it around his heart even as he emptied into her, his whole body spasming with each load he released.

“Sorry… sorry… sorry.”

Like a tortured monk trying to give penance for the sin of being human.

“It’s okay,” she said out loud, willing him to read her lips. “It’s okay.”

But he kept shaking his head like what he had done was unforgiveable.

Tu grabbed him by the face. “Grady. Grady,” she said. “It’s okay.”

He closed his eyes, unwilling or unable to accept her absolution.

So she pushed the words into his head. “Grady. Grady. It’s okay. It’s okay—”

His entire body jerked, his head whipping from left to right, like a ghost had suddenly entered the room. And he didn’t have to sign anything, because “what the fuck was that?!?!” was written all over his face.

That was when Tu realized… he’d never heard her voice before, and she’d shocked

the shit out of him. The next time she pushed into his head, it was with a bit more care.

“Grady, Grady. It’s me, Tu.”

He stopped looking around and stared at her, his eyes popped wide.

“You can hear me because we’re mated. That means we can speak telepathically.”

His breath hitched, and she felt him go tight underneath her.

“Do you know what ‘telepathic’ means?” she asked him tentatively, in the same tone she’d heard Rafe use to speak to the boys whenever they got spooked about something from modern times that they’d never encountered back in Old Norway.

“Yes, I know what ‘telepathic’ means.” A voice pushed back into her head. It was deep and slightly southern, but way more refined than she ever would have guessed. “But I’m defective. I never thought I’d be able to hear you, to talk to you like this. Can you… can you really hear me? Hear my voice?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I totally can. You sound like one of those English actors they always get to play characters with Southern accents.”

She laughed, but then he started crying. And damn if it wasn’t just like one of those YouTube videos of deaf people hearing the voice of a loved one for the first time thanks to a cochlear implant.

“I can hear you,” he said, his telepathic voice clear as day, despite the fact that his physical form was crying like a six-foot-five baby. “And you can hear me.”

She nodded, tears springing to her own eyes, she was so caught up in his unexpected elation. “I can hear you.”

And this time it was he who hugged her tight, seeming to have completely forgotten how against mating her he’d been just a few minutes ago.

9

“
T
u, Tu… wake up. Tu?”

Tu came awake sprawled out buck naked on top of Grady, her cheek flush against his chest, her butt up in the air, and her legs bent under her on either side of waist. Like child’s pose on a human-shaped yoga mat.

“Grady?” she asked out loud. Then she remembered and pushed words into his head. “Grady? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he answered, shifting, so he could sit up on his elbows. “But you’re in heat again.”

It was true, she realized. The smell of her intense desire was fresh in her nose again. It had filled up the room and she could feel herself throbbing down below, her body demanding to be mated a second time.

An urgent need Grady seemed to understand. This time there were no protests, just Grady positioning his shaft and slowly setting her down on it, a thick, long peg going into a warm, wet hole. She bit her lip, both unbearably turned on and overwhelmed by the way he filled her up. Then she braced herself against his chest, opening herself up even further to him.

“Also, I was wondering…” Grady said into her head as he began working his cock in and out of her. “…what was your favorite eighties movie?”

“I don’t know…” Tu’s hips undulated on top of his, her wolf giving as much as she was receiving even as confusion seeped into the thick cloud of sexual desire. “…
Ghostbusters
probably. I also liked
Splash.
”

Grady reached up, his big warm hands palming her 36Bs as he said, “Mine was
Goonies
, but I like
Ghostbusters
, too. What was your favorite part?”

His hands felt so good on her breasts, served the double purpose of stimulating her even further, while she received his slow, almost unbearably deep strokes. The small telepathic talk he was throwing at her did not go at all with the way his thick rod was working inside her, but she tried to answer as best she could.

“My favorite part in
Goonies
or
Ghostbusters
?”

“You’ve seen
Goonies
?”

“Everybody’s seen
Goonies
.” Then she had to pause to bite off a moan when the base of his shaft triggered his knot, thickening right into her G-spot. “My favorite part’s when the Fratellis tell Chunk to confess and he starts telling them all his random secrets. I laughed so hard—oh, God, Grady. Your knot, that feels so…”

Perhaps sensing she was no longer capable of riding him with his knot wedged against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her tunnel, he took hold of her hips and started doing both her work and his as his own hips rocked up into hers.

Yet, his voice remained calm inside her head as he said, “My favorite part is when they find the map. I tore apart our attic, then the whole house, trying to find a treasure map. My stepmom was pissed when she came home and found the place all messed up—Tu, oh hell, Tu!”

She came, her mouth falling open against the onslaught of electrifying pleasure arrowing up from her pelvis into every nerve ending in her body.

Below her, she could feel the rush of Grady’s seed into her womb, even as her sex swelled further, enveloping his knot and locking him in for what would be at least thirty minutes of milking.

Grady sat up so they were both sitting, him nearly cross-legged with Tu’s butt in his lap, her with her legs bent, her bare feet resting behind his back. He seemed to sense that had taken even more out of her than the first time, because he laid her head on his shoulder and rubbed his hand over her back, giving her comfort she hadn’t known she needed.

Then he asked, “What was your favorite part in
Ghostbusters
?”

She laughed against his shoulders. “When Bill Murray gets slimed by Slimer.”

She could feel his smile against the top of her head. “That’s my favorite part, too.”

And she wondered if she’d ever get used to the sound of his voice in her head, that smooth country accent, so different from what she’d imagined when they’d signed back and forth.

Suddenly his hands were in her hair. She jerked back.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking down your hair,” he answered, his large fingers making quick work of her right braid.

She reached up to stop him, but his chain rattled as he caught her hand and brought it back down.

“Don’t Tu. Let me,” he said, continuing to unbraid her hair with his other hand. “Let me do this.”

She let him, wondering why such a small act, one she did herself once a week when she washed her hair, felt so shockingly intimate. Even more so than the way they were joined at their middles, her pussy milking his cock for every last drop.

She lay her head back down on his shoulder and listened to the chain’s soft rattling as he undid her braids.

“After we unlock, I should let you out of that wolf shackle,” she said.

“No, it’s better if it stays on,” he answered, his voice resolute, like this was a hard fact and not just a personal opinion.

“But it can’t be comfortable,” she said. “Just tell me where the key is, and I can—”

“I’m a lot bigger than you, Tu, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Tu started to push more words of protest into his mind. Why did he think he would hurt her? It wasn’t like he was out of control or anything. In fact, they’d just had a whole conversation about their favorite eighties movies while they were—

The realization hit her then. He’d been holding back. The conversation had been his way of keeping his wolf at bay while they mated for a second time.

“There. I’m all done,” he said inside her head. And she felt his hands in her stretched out hair, picking her ‘fro out with his fingers. “Look at me…”

She did, and when he smiled at her, like a guy stumbling upon an old friend he hadn’t seen in years, she knew her hair must have looked at least close to the way it had five years ago, dramatic and large.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked inside her head, like they were teenagers and he needed permission.

She nodded, feeling like her heart was now beating on the outside of her chest, raw and exposed. Both of his hands came up to cup her face and his lips found hers for a sweet kiss that belied the rattle of the shackle’s chain as his mouth moved over hers. The shackle he wouldn’t let her remove.

But then something caught his eye.

“Hey, look at that,” he said, pulling back from the kiss, a soft expression on his face. “It’s stopped snowing.”

10

I
t had stopped snowing, yet Grady’s chest felt nearly frozen over. He’d woken up a few hours ago, the thick blanket he’d placed over Tu the night before now lying over him, with a couple of pillows left beside him, ready for use whenever he should need them. There were also four sandwiches sitting on a paper plate and a grocery bag filled with already made staples like potato chips, cookies, and other pre-packaged foods.

The only thing missing was Tu. She was gone. Not just from the house, he’d perceived immediately upon waking, but from the property, her now stale heat smell the only sign she’d ever been here. That and the fact that he could now smell her scent weaved in with his own, like it was emanating from the inside of his body.

She ran and I need you to help me get her back
.

His brother’s words came back to him. Back then, Grady hadn’t even considered helping his brother, had punched him for even asking.

But it hadn’t ended there. Luke had gone up to Alaska on his own, and a week later, Dale had gotten a “courtesy call” from Tikaani. The interim Colorado king had come down to the sheriff’s trailer to tell Grady the news himself—that his brother had been dealt with according to Lupine law after ignoring a warning to leave. Non-royal translation: The Alaska Beta had shot him down like a rabid dog on top of their frozen lake, killing him without a second thought and therefore pre-empting the need for a wolf annulment. Then they’d burned his body without sending it back to his kingdom town—the traditional way of declaring a wolf an enemy of your state, not even deserving of a proper burial, according to his traditions.

And now Tu had run again. However, there were a few differences this time. She’d left him provisions, obviously concerned for his well being since she’d known he wouldn’t be able to go anywhere further than the bathroom off the den, chained to the wall as he was. That meant she probably hadn’t high-tailed it straight back to Alaska this time. And there was another detail that ruled against the probability of her being on a plane back to her parents at that very moment: he couldn’t smell a third wolf anywhere in the scent she’d left behind. Which meant she wasn’t pregnant, which meant she was still in heat. And a she-wolf in heat wouldn’t be able to get very far.

But maybe she just needed to get far enough. She’d be able to make it to Wolf Springs, back to her parents and her powerful in-laws who’d be able to find her a more appropriate wolf, one who could talk to her outside of her head. One who wasn’t defective. There was no law against switching mates in the middle of a heat. It was highly unorthodox and rarely done without one of the wolves a she-wolf had mated with ending up dead, but it was legal. Technically.

But in the end, all of these were technicalities his beast gave less than two fucks about. It had been knocking around inside of him for hours now, demanding to be let go so it could go claim what was his, even as his human side understood her thought process. Cursed both her and himself, but understood nonetheless. The biggest problem was he’d put the key in a kitchen drawer. Far enough away that he couldn’t let himself out, so he was stuck.

He ate the four sandwiches she left behind and waited for someone from Wolf Springs to come and let him out of the wolf shackle, probably Sheriff Donnelly, the grizzled beta who’d come out of retirement to replace Grady when he’d resigned.