Chapter 29
LIAM
-Lobita. Lobita! -I call her several times. When she doesn’t respond and her body continues to shake under mine, I lift my head from the nook of her neck, watching her closed eyes.
I quickly sit up, kneeling between her legs, taking in her naked body. My cock is still buried deep inside her. In the midst of my worry, I move to pull out of the warmth of her pussy.
When I finally see her body stop shaking and Shane falls into a deep sleep, a mix of emotions floods over me. A deep sigh escapes my lips, and relief settles in my chest. The image of her, so vulnerable yet so strong, leaves me breathless. Her face, serene and calm, is a reminder of the intense and almost overwhelming connection we’ve shared in such a short time. It’s only been three weeks since our lives crossed paths, and I already feel her as part of me.
The warmth of her body still lingers on my skin, and the softness of her breathing is like a gentle melody calming my restless wolf. My thoughts revolve around my duality: the man I am and the wolf that vibrates inside me. I never imagined anyone could attract me this way. There’s an essence in her being that calls to me with a force that’s hard to ignore. The scent of her skin envelops me, provoking my more primitive side to yearn to be even closer to her.
Every heartbeat reminds me of the internal struggle I feel. Before meeting her, I was focused on my own desires; but now all I think about is how to protect her, how to be the sanctuary she needs. I remember the lonely nights, my howls echoing in the darkness of Chicago, and all I desire is for Shane to never experience the loneliness I once knew.
As I watch her sleep, my instincts sharpen, and a profound need overwhelms me. I want to move closer, feel her warmth, and I intuitively recognize the life growing inside her, a secret she is yet unaware of. With determination burning in my chest, I feel the energy within me begin to vibrate, a mix of primal instinct and the need to protect what is mine. My heart beats strongly like a drum in the stillness of the night.
My bones realign, a painful yet liberating movement. The skin on my arms covers itself with thick fur, silky and shiny. My hands become powerful paws and, in a whisper, the pain dissipates, replaced by a primal strength flowing through me. My face elongates, my senses awaken with a sharpness that expands my perception of the world. The air smells different, infused with her essence, and every heartbeat of the universe resonates within me.
My ears perk up, attentive to the slightest sound. I can hear her gentle breathing and the delicate whisper of her heartbeat. In that moment, everything else fades away. The transformation is a rite of power, a return to my roots and, at the same time, an act of love and devotion toward her. I allow myself to feel the wolf within me, a majestic being wrapped in the essence of nature.
As the process completes, I find myself standing on two legs as an imposing wolf, with fur as black as the night and eyes so red they shine with the intensity of the moon. I approach Shane, and instead of feeling foreign, I realize that this form is an extension of myself. The blend of my human and wolf nature merges into one being, a protector who knows he must safeguard the woman sleeping in the bed. My goddess. My mate. My obsession.
As I get closer, I lean over her, sniffing her skin, following that little trace of blood that invades my nostrils. I find the bite I made on her shoulder when I re-marked her, binding myself to her for life. I run my tongue over it, cleaning any trace of blood and letting my saliva enter the wound to heal it. Once I’m satisfied, I continue sniffing her skin, following the trail of her scent to her belly. Here, the aroma I captured earlier doesn’t smell of chocolate, but has a hint of damp earth, more intense. My senses sharpen as I bring my ear closer; I feel the heartbeat of the life forming inside her, a sound that resonates within me with an energy I’ve never experienced before. The idea that she is carrying my child fills me with a mix of joy and protectiveness that overwhelms me. I want to howl, but I know that if I do, I will wake her, and I don’t know how she will react to seeing me like this. Being in this state is quite a big risk for me. I am not ashamed of my nature, but I also don’t want her to discover what I am in this way.
I keep descending and open her muscles to clean the remnants of our fluids that lie sliding between her legs. I run my tongue over her pussy, cleaning up every last drop. My lobita stirs restlessly and I hear her soft moans as she feels my tongue on her; my cock reacts. But I know this isn’t the time; I just bit her, binding myself to her for the second time. Apparently, I didn’t do it right the first time I bit her, since it’s supposed that when a pair of wolves bond, many things change between them, creating an intense bond, and the female can’t be separated from her male for even a moment. There is also the fact that she passed out; that’s something that worries me. The first time she did, I thought it was an effect of the alcohol in her system. But today I made sure she didn’t consume any alcohol. I make a mental note to discuss this with my father; I could mention it to Luke, who is paired with a human, but I don’t want to bother him. Something tells me I’ll end up doing it anyway.
When I’m satisfied with her cleanliness, I get on the bed and gently lie down on my back beside her, pulling her close to me with infinite delicacy, as if each movement could break the spell of peace we’ve woven. My body, as a wolf on two legs, envelopes her carefully, holding her with my warmth as I feel her snuggle into me, seeking the protection I offer. In this moment, there’s nothing more sublime than having her like this, so close and so trusting.
As I watch her, lost in deep dreams, a profound desire washes over me to ensure she always feels this way: safe and loved. Her laughter, the spark of happiness that lights up her face, resonates in my mind, and I can’t help but smile at the pride I feel in having her by my side. I silently promise to do everything I can to be the partner she needs, the alpha who protects her.
The room is wrapped in a silence charged with secrets and longings. This woman has entered my life irrevocably, and I know we were destined to meet. The combination of fear and excitement at what this means is overwhelming. I have been a wolf without my mate for too long, offering protection to my pack and seeking to grow my empire in the human world. But now, in this bed, with Shane by my side, I feel the fervor of a new beginning, the opportunity to build something that lasts.
Her lips, still marked by our earlier encounter, evoke in me a surge of desire that goes beyond the physical; it’s a desire for exploration and discovering every nuance of the connection we’ve formed. I can’t help but let my tongue slip out and trace over her lips. I promise myself that I will be worthy of her, of her trust and her love.
As I remain lost in my thoughts beside her, I understand that she is human and her reaction to what I am makes me nervous. Nothing has ever made me nervous before; anxious, yes, facing a battle, but never nervous. The moonlight streams through the window, illuminating her skin with an ethereal glow, and in this moment, there’s nothing I desire more than to perpetuate this feeling of peace and unity.
My thoughts fly toward what is to come. With burning determination, I close my eyes, letting fatigue consume me while the soft scent of her presence wraps around me in a comforting embrace.
“I’ll let you enjoy her for a while. Our lobita isn’t ready to see us like this yet,” I tell my wolf in my mind. He growls, showing his fangs.
“She’s more mine than yours,” he reminds me.
“Our.”
“I chose her.”
“For both of us. We need to make her accept us like this, so don’t screw it up, and change back before she wakes up.”
Yes, my wolf has a personality of his own.