Chapter 19—The Fates Can Suck My Dick
Drake
a sudden wave of numbness washes over me. Did I hear her correctly? “Come again?”
She exhales, her breath trembling. “They took my uterus. I can’t have children.”
I stare at her, my brain unable to process the words. Jesus. I finally find my fated female, hurtle the obstacle of her being a human, and now she’s telling me she can never give me pups.
The fates can suck my dick.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, wiping a tear from her cheek. “I should go.” She scrambles to her feet, straightening my sweatshirt to cover herself. I let her go, too shocked to move.
“I’ll get dressed and call a cab.”
Christ. I have waited for her for nearly a century. She is human, granted an enhanced human with an enhanced life span if she drinks my blood, who might or might not withstand the mating bite. But if what she says is true, that we cannot have children, she might as well be a regular human.
Easy, Drake.
I come from a big family, and I’ve always dreamed of having one of my own, with little ones running around. Pups I could teach to embrace their wolf side while also enjoying the pleasures of being human—camping, fishing, hiking.
It’s all shrinking away with each passing moment. My fated female is sterile. Not by any fault of her own, but it still devastates me.
The surgeries listed in her report never mentioned a hysterectomy. Did Dr. Pearce sterilize Gemma, or did another doctor steal a young girl’s chance at a family? Was it really to save her life? Or were they aware of what Gemma is and eliminated the possibility of her procreating with an immortal?
If that’s true, the Pearce family is well aware of the immortal world. How many others? Alfred?
I glanced up to ask her, only to find an empty garage. Shit. I froze up and didn’t respond. Damn it. No doubt my silence spoke volumes and made her feel like shit.
I spring to my feet and storm into the house with a singular purpose: to find my female. When I charge into the guest room, she’s dressed in her clothes from yesterday and on the phone.
“Can’t you ping my location? I don’t know the address.”
“Hang up, Gemma.”
She spins to face me, and my chest constricts against the pain in her eyes before she masks it.
“What is your address?”
“Hang up. You are not going anywhere.”
“Let me call you back.” She ends the call. “Drake…”
“I apologize for freezing up back there, but you took me by surprise.”
“I know, but it needed to be said before things escalated between us. You’ve been honest with me. I needed to come clean before it became too difficult to… walk away.”
“That point passed the second I laid eyes on you,” I confess softly, stepping closer to her.
“Do you see yourself having children someday, Drake?”
Her question hits me hard. How can I answer honestly without causing her more pain?
“Yes, I do,” I respond. She flinches and turns towards her oversized purse.
“Well, there you have it. We should end things now before they begin and save us a ton of heartache down the road.”
A part of me knows she’s right, but the more significant part, the wolf observing his mate with desperate need, will never let her go. I simply can’t. Destiny chose her for me. If I allowed her to drift out of my life, she’d take half of me with her.
“Look at me, Gemma,” I implore.
After a deep breath, she pivots to face me, her expression carefully neutral. “Don’t make this awkward. It’s not like we had sex. Just let me go.”
“I can’t.” With a low growl, I cup her face in my hands. “You are my fated female. Mine, Gemma. Do you understand what that means?”
She shakes her head, her breath hitching with each inhale like she’s barely holding it together.
“Princess,” I say softly, brushing my thumb along her lips. “Everything about you fits perfectly with me. You are the missing piece of the puzzle I’ve been hunting my whole life. And now that I’ve found you, nothing will keep us apart. Not your fucking fiancé, not some unknown killer, and definitely not the fact that we won’t be able to have kids.” I sweep my lips across hers with each declaration. “I. Need. You.”
“Drake.” Her breath catches. “I don’t understand what is happening between us. Our connection frightens me. It was instant and all-consuming, and I’m not altogether sure it’s healthy.”
“I know, baby. Welcome to the world of mates.”
“And that’s another thing,” she stammers, tears flowing fast and furious. “You’re a werewolf, and I’m... damaged goods, a mere human. How could this ever work?”
I tuck her head beneath my chin and hold her tightly against my chest. “It’s a lot, princess. I know.”
For several minutes, she clings to my waist while her tears soak my shirt, and for some inexplicable reason, I can’t stop grinning. Am I saddened we won’t have kids? Yes. Absolutely. But to have her, claim her as mine, and spend the rest of my life with this enchanting woman is more than enough. My beast preens in total agreement.
As her tears gradually subside and her hands explore my back, I’m instantly hard again. My fingers find the scrunchie holding her hair and carefully extract it before tossing it on the nightstand. The long, silky tresses cascade around her shoulders, and the aroma of coconuts fills my nostrils.
I grasp a handful of her hair and gently tug to capture her attention. Fear lingers in her reddened eyes, nearly shattering me.
“Alfred owns my life,” she whispers. “He will never let me go.”
Rage slams hard, and I grit my teeth, ensuring my hold on her hair remains gentle. “You are mine until my last breath on this earth. Make no mistake about it. After tonight, I will never let you go, and I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me. Your problems are now my problems.”
In the dimly lit room, a sense of anticipation hangs in the air. Gemma shakes her head, her eyes widening as she speaks in a hushed tone. “Drake. He’s not just any man, he’s influential and well-connected.”
I cut her off with another ruthless tug. “In the mortal realm, Gemma. But he is nothing in the immortal world.” I release her tresses and cradle her face with both hands. “We treasure our females. Defend them. Revere them even.”
“Why?” she whispers. “I’m nobody.”
“You are everything to me,” I confess, and tears sparkle in her eyes. “And that dagger on your back? It grants you protection from all immortals.”
“Wait.” Her eyes narrow, and an excited gleam enters her gaze, making my cock twitch. It also squeezes my chest with dread. It emphasizes why I must tread carefully. The reporter in Gemma craves to unravel every secret. “What do you mean by all immortals? Other werewolves? You know what my birthmark signifies and didn’t tell me?”
“I will confess everything later, princess. Right now, I need to make you mine.”
Before she can argue, I silence her protests with a passionate kiss. Her moan sends a hot jolt of lust through my veins. Deepening the kiss, I hold her tight, working to distract her from her line of questioning.
My body aches for this. My beast has begged for her, and I refuse to waste a single second answering her questions about other immortals. I’m the only supernatural being she needs to concentrate on right now. She will bombard me with countless questions tomorrow, but tonight, she’s all mine.
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, she follows suit, straddling my hips and pressing herself against my hardened length.
As she moves back and forth, instinctively seeking pleasure, I can’t help but groan. With one hand gripping her hips and the other tangled in her lustrous locks, I listen eagerly as her soft whimpers fill the room. I want to hear those sounds for the rest of our lives.
I guide her to a faster rhythm. Her delicate hands clutch my shoulders as she uses my cock to pleasure herself, and I lean back slightly to watch. It’s the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen—my female grinding on me to ease the ache in her clit. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her head thrown back in bliss as her nails dig into my shoulders.
“That’s it, my good girl. Take what you need from me,” I murmur, slipping my hands beneath her shirt and caressing her slender waist. Slowly, my palms glide up over her rib cage, cupping her breasts with a groan of satisfaction. They fit perfectly, her hardened nipples yearning for more.
The beast stirs, becoming more aggressive beneath my skin. It hungers for its mate. To mark her. To fuck her. To claim her. I tighten my grip, refusing to let him disrupt this moment for us.
Starting with gentle pressure, I pinch and roll her nipples. She gasps, arching her neck with a low, needy groan. My balls draw up at the sound. “I bet your sweet cunt is sopping wet for me. Isn’t it, princess?” I increase the pressure, aching to witness her surrender.
“Drake, I... Oh God.”
She’s on the edge, and I ache to witness her unravel dry humping my cock. Whether on my face, deep inside her, or in her ass. I crave her lips wrapped around my cock as I fuck her mouth. I want it all with my female.
A thrill rises in my chest. I must keep a tight rein on the beast and make tonight one she will never forget.
Frantic to get my mouth on her, I yank the shirt over her head. The sight of her tits is nearly my undoing. They are full and round, the nipples rosy and puckered.
“Come for me, baby. Let me hear you moan my name.” I lie back, and she follows. Her tiny hands clutch my chest as she rubs her pussy over my aching cock. I heft her breasts in both palms, tweaking both nipples with my thumb and forefinger.
“Oh God. Drake!” Her nails dig into my chest as she grinds faster, shattering with a desperate, hoarse cry. A smile of satisfaction spreads across my lips, knowing my body pleasured my female to orgasm. She boldly took what she needed from me with a fierceness that stole my breath.
I run a hand up and down her spine as her movements slow to a leisurely drag along my shaft. I lean in and suckle on her breast, eagerly drawing a nipple into my mouth.
When her breath evens out and the grip on my chest and shoulders relaxes, I ease back to wonder at the beauty in my arms. “I love watching you fall apart, Gemma.”
She collapses, burying her face in my neck. I wrap my arms around her, kissing her softly behind her ear, dragging her scent into my lungs. Her fragrance is like nothing else in the world. The combination of female and coconut is alluring, and I could lose myself in it forever.
Gemma owns my mind, heart, and soul for eternity.
She leans up and bites my earlobe. I growl low, crushing her to me. “I used the sexy sheriff to completion,” she whispers in my ear, running her tongue over the bite to soothe the sting. “And I liked it.”
I chuckle. “Hold on to your butt, princess. We’re just getting started with tonight’s festivities.”
Her hand around my neck, nails scratching my scalp, and passionate kisses assure me she’s just as ready as I am for this monumental step.
I grip a fist full of her hair and yank until those blue eyes focus on me and allow her a glimpse of the beast.
“And not just for tonight,” I growl, ensuring she understands my intent.
I swoop in and devour her mouth until she’s making little mewling noises and grinding her pelvis against me once again. I kiss my way down her neck. Those enticing breasts call to me.
She whispers haltingly, “Can I be completely honest with you, Drake?”
Her question penetrates the lust clouding my brain, and I lean back to gaze at her with a frown. “Always, princess.”
“I’ve only been with Alfred. And he said… well, he called me frigid. So, what I mean is... I’m not sure I’m any good at this.”
I pause, reading the uncertainty and shame in her eyes. “You think you could disappoint me?”
She nibbles her lip and nods, her cheeks flushing crimson. Once again, I cup her face and stare at her intently.
With a gruff voice, I declare, “Gemma. My stunning, gentle female. I adore everything about you. You could never disappoint me. Never. And you are the furthest thing from frigid. The fucker, who will never be named again, clearly had no clue how to pleasure a woman.”
She swallows hard. “Yes, but you’re a werewolf and I’m merely a... human.”
“The perfect human for me. A mere look from you, and I’d drop to my knees and grant you anything you desired.”
She peers at me with trepidation. “Because I’m your fated female?”
“Because you are a brave, resilient survivor, with a smart mouth and an intelligent mind. A kind heart encased in a spectacular body,” I whisper, my voice rough with desire as my gaze caresses her body. “One I’m desperate to make mine.”
A shiver runs through her. “Are you cold?” She shakes her head, but I stand anyway, holding her in my arms. “Let me do this right. Do you trust me?”
“Yes. Completely.”
“Will you follow my commands?”
Her eyes squint cautiously. “Within reason.”
I smile. “Fair enough.”
Picking her up, I exit the guest room and head down the stairs to my bedroom. I need the comfort and space for what I have planned for my adorable human mate.