WOLF LOYALTY

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Mates for Life

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The footsteps start toward us.

I glance at Rogers, unsure what to do. He hesitates for a moment before sweeping me up into his arms.

He starts running, carrying me easily. I can’t hear any sounds of our pursuers over the rushing wind through my ears.

Rogers puts me down a few minutes later but doesn’t speak, due to the fact he turns immediately into a wolf. I don’t need to be told what to do. I leap onto his back and hold him tightly.

We run through the game reserve, the scenery flashing by too fast to make out. Only when we finally reached the loose fence did we come in by.

Are we safe?” I ask breathlessly as Rogers and I hurry to the car.

We’re safe. I definitely outran them, but they might still be searching the park. We should get out of here just in case. I’m sorry.

“So much for showing you that being friends with a werewolf could be fun.”

I find myself laughing. “Are you kidding?

“That was awesome! Ok, so the nearly getting the caught part wasn’t great, but the rest of it was amazing.”

Rogers takes his eyes off the road for a moment to look at me. “Really?”

Really. I don’t care that you’re a werewolf, Rogers. It’s obvious that you’re still the same person, you just happen to switch forms. I want to know everything. I want to be part of your life.”

He checks my expression again. Then you should meet my pack.”

I gulp. “Is that a good idea? I don’t get the impression Derek likes me very much.”

He’ll get over it.”

I don’t want to chicken out, so I nod, but I resolve not to find myself alone with Derek, just in case.

The drive back seems to go much faster than the drive to the game reserve.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

I’m more than a little nervous as we get out of the car. Instead of leading me inside, Rogers whistles and then waits with me outside.

One by one, people start appearing. I’ve seen some of them around here before. Roger’s pack.

Derek comes out, his eyes fixed on me from the start. “Rogers. Amelia.”

Rogers, Amelia knows everything now. I thought it would be a good idea for her to meet the pack, now that she’s going to be part of our lives.”

Are you still going through with that fake marriage?” Derek fixes me with a disapproving frown.

Yes.” I hold my chin up. “Not that that’s any of your business.”

If you’re hurting a member of my pack, it’s my business.”

“I won’t hurt Rogers! How could you even say that?”

Did he not tell you? Werewolves mate for life. We have our own mating ceremony, but a human wedding still constitutes a mating.”

I glance at Rogers. “It’s ok, Amelia,” he says softly. Is it?

Would you not be able to be with someone else?” I look at Rogers, struggling to read his expression.

“I mean, I don’t expect us to stay married forever. Eventually, you’ll fall in love with someone for real, and we can get divorced. Can you still do that with this whole mates for life thing?”

“Yes,” Luke firmly, right at the same time as Derek says, “No.”

I glance between them, confused.

“He could be with a human,” Derek clarifies.

“But most wolves choose to be with others of our kind. Only a wolf can really understand what it means to be a wolf. But no werewolf would take a mate who did something as dishonorable as initiating a fake marriage with another.”

“It’s not a problem, Amelia.”

“Why not? That sounds pretty problematic to me!

“It’s fine.” Rogers glares at Derek.

Thinking about Rogers being with other women makes me unaccountably antsy, so l let the subject drop, but it still troubles me that I might be negatively affecting his future, just to get my family off my back.

Rogers steers me away from Derek to speak to the rest of the pack. Their healer, Linda, is really nice, as well as her mate Luke.

I manage to forget about the conversation with Derek for a bit and just enjoy talking to Rogers’s pack.

When my stomach starts grumbling, he leads me upstairs. “How about we order some pizza?”

I’m hungry for food, but it’s not all I’m hungry for.

“Sure. Pizza is great.”

Rogers must be able to pick something up from my scent, because the moment he puts down the phone after making the order, he pulls me into his arms.

We kissed slowly at first, but it quickly heats up.

I moan and let my head tilt back at the perfect angle for Rogers to deepen the kiss. I feel like I’m melting into a puddle of happy goo at his touch.

We somehow make it to the couch with most of our clothing gone. Rogers’s shirt and my panties are still on, but those won’t last for long.

I grab Rogers’s ass, pulling him closer to me. His cock leaks precome onto my stomach.

God, I love how quickly he gets hard for me. I reach down and stroke his length while we kiss. Rogers’s kiss becomes fierce and desperate as I work his cock. He starts thrusting into my hand.

I use the precome still leaking out of the head to slick my hand and then go back to work on Rogers. He pulls away from the kiss, burying his head in my neck. His lips and teeth graze my skin lightly.

I urge Roger to spread his legs with my other hand, and cup his balls, stroking softly upward toward his cock.

Rogers cries out as he spills himself in my hand. I keep pumping his cock until I’m sure I’ve gotten every last drop of come.

Look what you did,” he whispers in my ear, still out of breath. “Now how am I supposed to take you?”

“Come now, Rogers, I know you’re more creative than that.”

I suppose you’re right.” He pushes himself off the couch and vanishes into my bedroom. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I’m trembling in anticipation.

When he returns, my breath catches. He has my dildo. I’m not sure how he knew where it was, but I don’t care right now. I spread my legs eagerly.

Rogers tests my pussy with a finger first, and upon finding me fully soaked, he pushes the dildo inside me.

“Setting fire,” I tell him.

Rogers turns it immediately to the fifth set.

The buzzing goes through me in a continuous wave of pleasure. Rogers thrusts it in and out perfectly, hitting my G-spot every time.

He uses his other hand to stroke my clit. He starts slowly at first but lets himself be guided by the noises I’m making.

As I get closer to my release, he speeds up, both with the thrusting and with his finger on my clit.

The dildo is making a sucking noise every time he pulls it nearly all the way out of my pussy. My clit is on fire as Rogers starts moving his finger in circles, just the way that drives me mad.

I’m clutching onto Rogers’s shoulders for dear life as I’m swept away on waves of pleasure.

My orgasm finally hits, causing my nails to dig into Rogers’s skin, but he doesn’t complain.

My hips arch and I practically come off the couch. I might have if Rogers wasn’t there steadying me. When I finally go limp, he pulls the dildo out of me.

Rogers goes to the kitchen and comes back with a damp cloth. I completely forgot that my hand and stomach are covered in his come.

I clean up as best as I can without standing. I don’t think my legs would hold me right now. I hold out my arms, and Rogers joins me on the couch.

Derek can stuff it,” I mutter. There’s nothing better than this.

Rogers chuckles. “Too right he can. It’s not like I’m ever going to… well, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

What does he mean?

I can’t work out what was supposed to be beyond Rogers’s hesitation.

Does he think that if he marries me, even if it’s fake, he’ll have to be with me forever?

The idea certainly isn’t a bad one, but I’d feel terrible if I was standing in the way of Rogers finding true love. My heart sinks as I realize what that could mean.

If I’m constantly holding him back from finding happiness, he’s going to start resenting me. Who wouldn’t? maybe I’m just being selfish, taking him up on his fake marriage offer.

“Rogers?”

Hm? He sounds so relaxed and happy that I’m loath to ruin it, but I have to know.

Are you really ok with this fake marriage thing?

Of course, I am. I’m the one who suggested it, remember?”

“I remember.”

I still worry, though.

He may be ok with it now, but in ten, twenty years, who knows?