Chapter 77

Gideon

I hustle back to our room. I didn’t bother grabbing any clothes from the trees; I was too pissed and might shift any second again. I didn’t care who saw me naked. I’m the Alpha. What are they going to say? I kick open the bedroom door and find Amelie sitting on the bed, rubbing her baby belly as she jumps up when I enter.

“What the hell, Gideon!” She walks over and slaps my arm, and it stings. Not this again.

“The boy will be fine. I already checked with the doctor through mind-link.” She slaps me again in the same spot.

“What is going on? How did that trap get on our territory?” She’s unconsciously pushing out her aura. She is the Luna Mother, and no one messes with mama wolf. It was sexy, but I needed to focus.

“Tate.” Her eyes gape open, and her mouth drops. Then she slaps my arm again, in the same spot. Damn, that hurts.

“How do you know it was him?” She steps back and sits back on the bed. Her anger has been overtaken by guilt.

“He left a note, and I could smell him on it.” I’m still seething, but I sit down next to her and pull her into my lap, rubbing her back.

“What…What did it say?” her voice is barely above a whisper.

“It said ‘She will fall into my trap next’ an empty threat if you ask me. It’s not your fault. William will make a full recovery.” I move her hair to the side and kiss her shoulder, and up her neck. I breathe in her intoxicating honeysuckle scent, and I am instantly drunk on it.

“Gideon, stop. We need to figure this out.” I nibble on her neck, and a moan leaves her lips. I need to feel her.

I need to know she’s mine. Every inch of her skin, every strand of hair, everything about her was mine. She was my goddess to worship and no one else’s. I kiss and nibble my way up and down her neck while my hands wander and paw at her thighs and breast. I find the zipper on the side of her sundress and release her bosom. They have gotten even bigger with pregnancy. What can I say? I’m a boob guy. She’s sitting sideways on my lap, and I bury my face in her chest, being gentle but releasing my need at the same time.

I push up the dress to her waist and move her underwear to the side to slide my fingers in with my other hand. Her body always invites me with its warm wetness. I’m at full mast, but I want to see her climax first. I pump in two fingers as I work her breast with my mouth and other hand.

“Gideon.” She moans in my ear as she grips my shoulders, her nails dig in, but it only spurs me on. Her breath is ragged, and her moans are coming one after the other. I feel her tighten slightly on my fingers. I keep pumping my fingers in and out, letting her ride it out. I steal her last moan when I kiss her lips. I rip her underwear and move her dress out of the way.

I sit her on my lap with her back to my chest. She straddles me, and l slid myself into her dripping core. As soon as I’m inside her, a deep growl leaves my chest. Yes, she was my goddess, and I am the only one who can have her. I’m the only one who can please her.

I bounce her on my lap, slow and deep, rubbing her clit every time she takes me entirely. I guide her hips with my other hand. Her hair is over her right shoulder, exposing all her marks to me. They are my marks. They are proof that Selene blessed us to be together. No one would take her from me. I kiss her Luna mark causing Amelie to climax. I don’t stop. I let her ride it out. I start to suck on her mate mark, and she quickens our pace, and a scream of pure pleasure leaves her lips. I can’t hold back. I release with her. It was quicker than we usually do, but I just needed to feel her. I just needed her.

I felt my mind clear, and all my emotions and hers faded to the background. I don’t let her go yet; I bury my head in the back of her neck and just hold her. My arms wrapped tightly around her. It’s just a moment of peace. Just the two of us together, the only sounds are our breathing and hearts.

“Gideon, I’m not going anywhere.” Amelie rubs my arms with her hand.

I kiss the back of her neck, “I know, and I want to keep it that way.” She shifts herself off my lap and sits next to me. I fight the impulse to pull her back into me. She’s a bit disheveled from our romp but has never looked more beautiful to me. Pregnancy really did suit her.

I’m pulled out of my next wave of lust by Amelie’s question. “What do you think he means by his trap?” I take her hand in mine.

“I don’t know, but whatever it is, I won’t let it happen.” I bring her hands to my lips and kiss them.

She looks down at the floor and lets out an excused breath. “One day, I hope this is over.”

I wrap an arm around her shoulders. “It will be soon. Once we find out where they are hiding the kidnapped wolves, this will all be over.”

“Do you think you can get them to reveal it at the banquet?” She looks up at me with a twinkle of hope in her eye.

“Yes, I do. I think we have rattled them a bit. All their spies are slowly disappearing from other packs, and they’re in legal trouble with the human world. They will soon lose their hold on the Councils as well. That’s what the banquet plan is for to get the Councils back and get the locations of the kidnapped wolves.” I stand up and start walking to the bathroom. I need to clean up and get dressed so we can join the party.

“I think it’s time we join the party.” I offer my hand, and she takes it.

Amelie stands and adjusts her dress and follows me into the bathroom to freshen up as well. “I hope it works.”

“It will. We are leaving in the morning for our flight to Vermont. Is everything ready for the girls?” I step into the shower to do a quick rinse off. I didn’t want to leave them, but I needed to be at the banquet and ball. I didn’t feel safe bringing them with me, and I didn’t want to leave them here if we got attacked again, so Rose and Daisy are going to the Ashwood Pack along with Ryan and Easten for a summer camp with James and Riley. I didn’t know who I was more worried about, the pups or the Alpha heirs.

“Yeah, everything is packed and ready. I just need to get my finished accessories from my workshop before we leave.” I turn off the shower, and Amelie is leaning on the counter. “What time are we leaving again?”

“Ten AM. Why?” I towel myself off.

“I think I need to finish something I’ve been working on.” She gives me a half-smile, but there’s mischief in her eyes.