Chapter Seven
Gray
Watching Blake walkaway shattered me as much as having Lottie in my arms healed me. But half a heart wasn’t enough when she needed us both.
“Where’s he going?” she murmured, wincing.
I withdrew as gently as I could, knowing she’d be tender as fuck after the way I brutalized her, marking my claim on her body, marking her again as mine.
As long as she lived, my scent would permeate her pores, cling to the walls of her gushing pussy. If Blake got his act together then his scent would mingle with mine, cementing our claim on our mate.
“Because he cares for you,” I muttered, running my hands over her body. “Did I hurt you? Much?” I clarified.
“A little.” Her impish smile told me everything I needed to know.
She’d be fine, even if I needed to take it easy with her for the next few days. The first mating was always the hardest, and I hadn’t been sweet with her. I waited for the familiar twinge of regret but it didn't come this time. Somehow, she knew what to expect of me and accepted that. Accepted me as I came, broken and fucked up and brutal as I was.
“You won’t always feel like this.” I nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her scent. Committing her to memory.
Lottie was everything my beast and I wanted. I’d have to shift in front of her soon, show her my other more monstrous parts, but first we had a little history to get through. And maybe a future. Because I sure as fuck wasn’t going anywhere without her.
“But Blake...” She twisted in my arms as I scooped her up and carried her toward the bedroom.
My thighs ached not with the strain of carrying her but from how I’d knelt over her on the bench. The stonework hadn’t done my bones any favors, that was for damn sure.
“Leave him for now, mate.” I kissed the top of her head. “He’ll come around.”Better be fucking soon, because otherwise he’ll feel it.
“Mhmm.” She made a dissatisfied noise in her throat I hated the moment I heard it.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, tossing her onto the bed and climbing over her.
“Whoa.” Lottie stared up at me with wide eyes. “You’re huge all over. I didn’t...” She swallowed, her hands and gaze coasting over me.
“Look your fill.” I waited patiently while she explored. When I didn’t stop her, she scooted lower, running her fine-boned hands across my stomach, then cupping my cock that responded instantly to her touch, hardening on command. “Damn, girl. I’ll go again but I don't want to ruin you.”
“You won’t.”
