My sweet little mate is on top of me, riding me like a fallen angel. I love the devilish look on her face as she sets her own pace, forcing me to take what she’s giving me. Her scent envelops me and I’ve never felt such ecstasy in my life. My mate, my everything, is here, giving herself to me.I moan as she rolls off me, rolling over on top of her, burying my face in her neck as I kiss her, lick her. I can’t get enough of her sweetness, a sweetness that I’ve never had in my life and I never want to let go of.“Ummm, Liam?” Oh, the sound of my name coming from those sweet lips. I’m so hard I may burst before I can slide back inside her.“Mmmm, yes baby? Are you ready for another round?” I’m definitely ready for another round.“LIAM!”It’s the urgency, mixed with a bit of fear that has me pulling out of my half-dream state. I whip my head up and reality comes crashing down around me. I’ve got my mate pinned down on the bed, her eyes are wide in surprise and just a bit of lust.I practic

I wasn’t sure how I felt about being so open with Angel, but she’s my mate. I want to share everything with her, and have her share everything with me. After our moment in the hallway, I know she’s beginning to feel the pull of the mate bond, even if she doesn’t recognize that that’s what it is. Everything about my beautiful Angel is drawing me in. And even more than her sweetness, her scent and her taste, the idea that I won’t be alone anymore, that there will be someone to bear this burden with me? It’s almost too much to hope for. We arrive at the Nelson home a few minutes before we were supposed to arrive. I’ve brought a couple bottles of wine, since Cara didn’t ask me to bring anything. I go around the truck and help Angel out. She’s so short that it’s a big leap for her, but mostly, I just want to take any opportunity there is to touch her. I keep hold of her hand as we walk to the door and ring the bell. I can hear talking on the other side, and I hear Clint ask who could b

After making sure my girl understands that there is nothing and no one for me but her, we walk back into the living room. “All good?” Clint asks and we both nod. “Good, have a seat, we have some important things to discuss.” I had already learned quite a bit about Angel over dinner. Her life has been hard, harder than mine. Her parents struggled while they were on the run, but they made the best of things. The time in the cabin seems like the only time in her teen years when she had some normalcy. I know the rest of her story is going to be hard for me to hear. I know part of it, but I need to hear it all so we can plan for the threat that is coming. When we sit, I pull Angel into my lap. She blushes but I don’t care. She’s worried that I want someone else, she will learn that I want everyone to know she’s mine. Plus, I know this next part is going to be hard for her, and I want to support her. “Angel,” Clint starts, “we need to know what happened to you. I know it’s hard, but in

My Angel sings like an angel. Holy shit. Her voice is beautiful. As she sings, I take a guess on the title and look up the lyrics. I’m right the song is called Nocturne. It is a much softer song than what I would normally choose, but when my angel sings, it’s alluring. As she finishes, I kiss the top of her head. “You have a lovely voice.” I tell her. She looks up at me with those stormy gray eyes and smiles at me. “Thank you. My mom had a great voice. I’m glad to know that I inherited that from her.” I pulled up a list of songs similar to the one she had sung and set it to play. I kept it low and put my phone on the bedside table. I took her hand in my free one and moved my other hand into her hair, rubbing her head. I have noticed that she seems to like that, and I’m hoping it will help her to fall asleep. It doesn’t take her long before her breathing evens out and I feel the weight of her head more solidly on my chest. Even after such a difficult evening, I feel content with her

Cara’s request to keep Angel longer is advantageous. It means I will have more time with Eli today.As I walk out with Rik, I ask the question that’s been sitting uneasily in my mind. “How do you do it?” I ask and look at him.“Which part?” He asks chuckling.I chuckle too. “Sorry. How do you handle being mated to a Guardian, knowing she would lay down her life for you? As an Alpha, I can’t wrap my head around it. That’s our job, we’re the protectors of the pack, the entire pack. How do you do it?”His smile fades and looks off into the forest before answering. “It’s not easy. It’s in their genes, just like it’s in ours. We protect our pack, they protect us. I told Cara after Eli kidnapped her that I didn’t ever want her sacrificing herself for me again. I asked her to stand beside me, rather than in front of me. That’s the key, I think.” He stops and looks at me.“You have to agree to treat her as an equal and she has to agree to fight beside you when the time comes. It’s a compromis