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Mia E. RiversHi Everyone. This is my first story. Let me know if you like it :) Thanks
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Loyal To The Pack 18 Busy
Nate Her lips melt into mine to burn up our bodies pressed against each other. We don’t even feel the mate bond, yet the chemistry is intense. Our hearts beat and quicken simultaneously. Her kiss is as fierce and demanding as mine. I feel her shudder like yesterday when my fingers slide under her top. As I enjoy learning her little telltales, Dante’s possessive chanting: ‘Those lips are mine, those fingers can only touch me, mine, mine, mine,’ fills my head. I can’t argue with that. The feeling that she is perfect for me grows with each moment. We were born for each other. My hands explore her body –one moment, I’m tenderly caressing her waist, and the next, I’m possessively grabbing her back. Oh fuck, her shorts are so thin. I can feel her skin warming as she pushes up on her tiptoes. No panty line either. I’m in deep shit. Dante agreed to keep things slow, but Sarah didn’t, and it's hard being the only considerate one in the room right now. She pushes me backward, and I remember
Loyal To The Pack 19 Moon
Nate There are new faces in the living room and the kitchen. Maybe we spent more time in her room than I thought. I say Hi to everyone. “This is Nate.” Sarah introduces me and puts a sandwich in my hand. “That is Cliff.” She points to a guy. “Who I’m sure learned not to bang on my door again.” she laughs, and I force on a smile, unlike Cliff, who glares daggers at me. We shake hands, measuring up each other as I return his dislike. If my gaze could kill, he would be 10 feet under. “They are Mallory and Vivien.” She points to two girls who are standing at the counter. They wave and say ‘Hi’ and go back to what they’ve been discussing with Jenny. “Let’s sit down.” She motions to me, and we sit next to each other. She digs into her food, and I eat a sandwich as well. I find my beer still on the table where I left it earlier. “Do you want something to drink?” I ask my girl, my gaze lingering on her face. “Just water, thanks,” she replies, and when I get up, Cliff sits down on the o
Loyal To The Pack 20 God
Sarah I hate, hate these boots, and I’m never wearing them again – I think each time I slip, but then Nate’s steady arm comes around me, and I suddenly don’t hate them that much. His chest warms my back, and his voice: “I got you,” warms my heart. Things escalated quickly between us, and I’d lie if I said I didn’t initiate it. Dancing with him feels like our bodies are made for each other. His massive frame can hold my body perfectly. He doesn’t move much but the exact way and direction with me. I feel his muscles ripple under his t-shirt, and after the afternoon we had in my room, I don’t need to use my imagination to know what that looks like. The way he holds me gives me a pause each time - from tender pecks on my head to passionate kisses to suggestive ass-grabbing. I’m here for it all. His cocky smile each time he teases me turns me on, and I can kiss him whenever I want to. And oh boy, I want to kiss him all the time. I hardly recognize our friends around us. My sole focus is
Loyal To The Pack 21 Dante
Sarah As the early sunrise wakes my senses, I yawn and stretch to help my body. I'm so used to the apple scent in my room that the earthy snowy scent around me instantly alerts my brain. My eyes open at full tilt just when I become aware of Nate's hand caressing my back. It's been a while since I woke up in someone's arms. I lift my head, looking for his face, only to realize he is already staring at me with a slow sexy grin covering his face. "Morning," comes his husky voice that wakes my insides and curls the tip of my lips. "Morning," I reply, hiding my face in his chest. As my hand drops from stretching, it lands on his stomach, which is covered with a blanket, or to be precise, on his morning wood lying on his stomach. "Morning to you too," I add, feeling up his length, drawing circles on the tip. Nate's laugh, which is such a contrast to the stillness of this morning, quickly turns into an approving grunt. After two strokes, I pull away, untangle my leg from his, and rol
Loyal To The Pack 22 Wildling
Nate Having Sarah here sent Dante on a rollercoaster. Happiness washes through me in our shared body, and I can’t stop smiling. At the same time, he is edgy, and the urge to mark her is overwhelming. When he begged me to let him out, let them meet, he assured me he would follow our plan- to reassure her that we belong together and to find a way to her wolf. He wants to see her wolf come forward. So am I. Purring takes over Dante’s body, curling around Sarah’s tiny body, completely satisfied. Tomorrow is dreading closer, though. No matter how much I don’t want it, we only have 24 hours left. I’ve been creating a plan to schedule things at home and return as quickly as possible with answers. Uncovering the truth and telling her is essential, even though I have no idea how I’ll do either of those. She needs to know the truth more than I do. But whether she is ready to hear it or not... I can’t tell for sure. Her words about the mate bond and the pack are swirling in my head like a brok
Loyal To The Pack 23 Virgin
Sarah Talking about the pack rips up my old wounds, but I keep asking about it for some strange reason. Maybe I’m a masochist or delusional because I want to find out where this thing between us leads. Would they let me move back? As a human? That is the main question I dance around, not daring to ask. Would I want to move back? Another question I can’t ask or answer right now. I wanted that for years but accepted that it was not happening. Now, this newfound hope puts a light on my covered emotional scars. As we walk back to my apartment, his arm is around my waist, mine is around his, and everything around us fades away. “So, you had a crush on me?” he asks, and I look up at him, only to be greeted by his smiling face. “Am I going to regret that I told you?” His smug grin tells me the answer. I sigh, too late to deny it. “I was 13, and you were 18 at the time. It was innocent. I just liked watching you. That is a big age gap at that young. You probably didn't even know I exist
Loyal To The Pack 24 Mine
Nate I don’t like clubs. Dancing is usually pure torture, but I’m having a good time today. Sarah has so many friends that I can’t keep track of names and relations. Josh is helping a lot, explaining who is who. I have a feeling that he usually looks out for Sarah as well, not just his girlfriend. My first vibe from him was confusing, but spending time with him and seeing his reactions made it clear that my first instinct of jealousy was needless. We stand at the bar, beers in hand, while the girls chat with friends a few steps away. Sarah walks toward me and shows two fingers on both hands. “Was that some kind of sign language I should understand?” I ask her and raise one of my eyebrows. “That was a sign for the bartender,” she replies with a mischievous smile. “Oh, I see.” I look behind me as the guy pours drinks. “Maybe I drink too much here if the bartender knows what I want from the other side of the room.” She laughs, but my only thought is that the bar is full of people,
Loyal To The Pack 25 Burglar
Sarah After the ‘charming’ Dan incident, we stayed for another hour and many more shots. I can’t say I’m not showing Nate my worst side. We had to spend 30 minutes outside the pub while I was battling nausea. I ended up not vomiting in front of him, and surprisingly, he didn’t only stay but still wanted to go home with me. In this drunken state, no one would’ve been able to force me into a car, so we walked back to Nate’s hotel. My wobbly legs on high heels put us on a slow rhythm, but his steady arms kept me straight the whole time. I didn’t feel how cold I was till my teeth started chattering and my fingers went numb. This skirt was not a wise choice. By the time we arrive at the hotel, my legs are shaking so vehemently that I can’t even stand on my own. Nate is a sweetheart. He covers me with all the blankets he can find and orders hot tea and sandwiches from the hotel kitchen. No blanket can warm me up, the way his touch, though. I sit sideways on his lap under blankets, still
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