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  If he hadn’t been driving, he’d have fallen to his knees, floored that everyone was planning around him, making sure that his well being and wishes were being met.

  “Willow—”

  “Don’t stress. Just get us to the cabin where I can have my way with you. Then we can deal with everything else.”

  Images of just how she would have her way with him filled his mind, and he groaned before speeding up.

  Her laughter made his wolf want to purr like a fucking cat, but he didn’t care. In less than twenty minutes, he pulled in front of the cabin and got out. He did a quick check of his surroundings, letting his senses reach out as far as he could.

  He didn’t sense anything was amiss, so he walked around to the passenger side, where Willow stood, a grin on her face.

  “We can unpack the car later,” she said, her voice sultry.

  “Oh really?” he asked. He knew his eyes had to be glowing gold with arousal because Willow’s eyes were as well, and his cock was too fucking hard to even think. Well, he couldn’t think, but his cock sure had a mind of its own at the moment.

  “Come inside, darling. You need your rest.”

  “Are you sure I don’t need you first?” he asked. Fuck resting. He was finally alone with his mate and wanted her.

  Now.

  “Oh, I’m sure that can be arranged, but not until after I have you.” She growled a bit, the sound going straight to his cock.

  “You need to relax, my precious Beta, and I’ll take good care of you. I’m in charge this time.”

  He swallowed hard then grinned. He liked this side of Willow, and if she wanted to be in charge and take care of him, then who was he to stand in her way?

  “That sounds like a deal, but next time, I get to be in charge. I want to eat that pretty pussy of yours,” he said, his voice low and full of promise.

  She tilted her head. “Who says I won’t tell you to eat me so you can relax?”

  He blinked then threw his head back and howled.

  Fuck yeah, he loved this woman.

  He hurried inside of the small one-room cabin that had a kitchen and bathroom off to the side.

  “Take off your clothes,” Willow ordered as she closed the door behind her. She stripped off her shirt and pants, leaving her bare and oh-so-fucking sexy.

  “You weren’t wearing anything underneath your clothes?” he asked, his voice close to breaking like a freaking teenager’s.

  “I didn’t want to bother. Now strip.”

  She put an extra wiggle in her step as she walked toward him. He did as he was told and shucked off his clothing. His cock bobbed against his belly, so fucking hard he was afraid if she touched him even once he’d explode.

  He grinned as she prowled toward him. She placed her finger in the middle of his chest and pushed. Though he was bigger, and her little push wouldn’t have moved him on a normal day, he backed up, allowing her the control she wanted.

  Or maybe she was in control anyway and there was no allowing about it.

  His mate was fucking perfect.

  He backed up a few more steps until the backs of his thighs hit the bed, and he stopped. “Do you want me to sit, lie down, or stand?” he asked, his voice rough. Gods, he wanted to touch her, wanted to feed her, but this was Willow’s show, and he was just the willing participant.

  She blinked up at him, the need and temptation swirling in those depths mixing with his own, forcing him to swallow, hard. “You just stand right there while I take care of you.”

  He sucked in a breath as she went to her knees, her nails raking down his hips and thighs. The slight burn went away in a flash as she licked the crown of his cock.

  “Hell, you don’t have to do this, Willow.” Though he totally wanted her to.

  She just rolled her eyes then licked down his cock. “I’m allowed to like blow jobs, you know. I might not be the best at them, but I’m also not the sweet and innocent little lamb who needs to be afraid of your cock.”

  The laugh burst out of him before he could pull it back. Gods, he loved his Willow. “First, you fucking rock at blow jobs. You know I love them since I usually can’t last more than a few minutes with my cock between your lips. Second? You’re still sweet and innocent, but wrapped around a vixen that I adore. So I’m just going to stand here like you told me to and keep my mouth shut because I know you’re not scared of my cock and I’d rather you continue what you’re doing. Then we can explore other ways to use my cock in a bit.” The last was said with a growl.

  She snorted and shook her head before leaning back to look at him. “We’ve been mated for a while now, and I never get over the fact that I love touching you so much.”

  He would have brought her up to him and laid her down on the bed right then, but she wrapped her fist around his dick and sucked on the tip. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as she went down on him, her tongue rolling along his shaft as he went deeper into her mouth. She bobbed her head, her hand rubbing along the places her mouth couldn’t reach, all the while licking and sucking until his eyes just about crossed.

  Her hand went to his balls, rolling them in her palm, and he had to pull away, afraid he’d blow right then. He might have been a werewolf, and he would have been able to get hard again right away, but he didn’t want to come down her throat. No, he wanted to be deep inside her for their first time together alone in so long.

  He brought her to his lips, his tongue tangling with hers as their mouths met, their kiss heated. Her nipples were hard little points against his chest, and he growled, wanting more.

  Wanting it all.

  “Hey, I wasn’t finished,” Willow said on a pant as he trailed his lips along her neck.

  He nibbled around where he’d put his mate mark the first time and grinned. Wolves healed quickly, and no one could actually see the mark, but they could tell it was there, almost as if they had a sixth sense.

  He might just have to nibble and bite a bit more so that they could remember the mark and the meaning behind it.

  Maybe she’d even bite him as well.

  His cock twitched against her belly, and he figured biting sounded like a perfect idea.

  “I want to come in you, with you. Please.” His hands cupped her ass, bringing her even closer to him. He massaged the globes, spreading her just a bit so he could run his fingers between her cheeks.

  She gasped as his hands found her puckered hole, and he grinned.

  “Lie down on the bed. I’m in charge. Remember?”

  She didn’t sound as sure as she had when they’d started, but he didn’t care. As long as they were together, anything was perfection.

  He moved back and lay on the bed, his hands raised so he could help her straddle him. They didn’t need a condom since having another baby was always in the back of their minds.

  That meant he could feel her around him while he was bare, skin to skin.

  Fuck yeah.

  Their eyes met, and she took one hand and lowered it so she could guide him in. He swallowed hard as his cock slid into her pussy, one achingly slow inch at a time. Their breath came in pants as she sank onto him until she was fully seated and his cock was deep within her.

  “Sweet goddess, you’ve never felt better, baby.”

  “I feel like it’s been ages. I love you so much, Jasper.”

  He reached up and framed her face. “I love you too, my mate, my Willow. Now ride me.”

  She grinned and gave a small nod before moving. Her hips rocked back and forth as she settled on him, both of them remembering how much they loved this. How much they’d missed this. Finally, she moved up slowly, her hands on his shoulders for balance, and they both groaned. She sank back onto him then moved again, riding him slowly, picking up the pace until they were both out of breath.

  He reached up and plucked at her nipples then raised his head so he could suck one into his mouth. Her sweet taste danced on his tongue, and he growled, wanting more.

  Willow moved up and th
rew her head back, her breasts bouncing as she rode him. He gripped her hips and moved his own, thrusting into her with all his strength. She looked down and met his gaze, his name a whisper on her lips as the walls of her pussy clamped down on him, her orgasm taking her over. His balls tightened, and that surge of sensation shot down his spine as he came within her, spilling his seed and filling her.

  She kept moving her hips, milking him until, finally, she collapsed on top of him, their heartbeats synced together, their wolves howling at their closeness. All Jasper could do was wrap his arms around her and kiss her temple.

  “I don’t think it’s ever been that good,” he rasped out.

  “We’ll just have to practice again to make sure. You know, just in case.”

  He chuckled, even as his cock hardened within her. “I think I’m up for that.”

  She rolled her eyes at his not-so-subtle joke but took his lips in a sweet kiss.

  “I’ve missed you,” she whispered.

  He swallowed hard, tears threatening to fill his eyes. “Me too, Willow. Me too.”

  Chapter Four

  “Cookie?”

  Edward Jamenson paused in the middle of the sentence he’d been trying to read and looked down at his two-year-old granddaughter.

  Brie had her tiny fist full of half-eaten cookie, waving it in his direction. He smiled at the one pigtail still up on top of her head. The other one Pat had put in her hair that morning was long gone. Now a little tangle of brown hair seemed to be in its place.

  He leaned down and nibbled on the edge of the sugar cookie. She’d left part of it clear from her mouth, so it wasn’t as damp as it could have been. With one last look at the texts he should have been reading, he pulled away from his desk and held out his arms.

  Brie scrambled onto his lap and stuck her nose in his neck. He hugged her hard, that ache from not having babies this age of his own anymore coming and going quickly. He wasn’t as bad as Pat when it came to missing their children as babies, but he had his moments.

  He kissed Brie’s cheek then moved so they were face to face. She had his eyes. The same eyes of her father. The same eyes of his father.

  She was a Jamenson through and through, and Edward would not let anything happen to this little girl.

  Nor would he let anything happen to any of his other grandchildren who seemed to be growing in number almost daily.

  “You’re sweeter than the cookie, princess.” She put her free hand on his face, and he could hear the stubble from his beard scraping her hand. He held back a curse that he hadn’t shaved that morning like he usually did, but he’d been stressed.

  Something was coming, something far worse than they’d been through so far, and he didn’t know how to fix it.

  Hence the reason he was studying the ancient texts the elders had let him borrow. He needed to see if there was a way to take down a demon from hell.

  Right now, though, he didn’t want to think about any of that. No, he wanted only to deal with the little ball of goodness and light in his arms.

  Brie stared at him and tilted her head, a movement so like Jasper it made Edward blink. “You look sad, Grandpa.”

  She kissed his nose, and his wolf, the strongest in the Redwood Pack and one of the most dominant in the entire country, bowed his head, the love for this little girl ignoring—at least for the moment—any hierarchy and power it held.

  “I’m not sad now that you’re here.” He didn’t lie, not then. Brie and her cousins were the ones he was fighting for. He wanted to ensure their futures and would do anything to make that happen.

  Jasper and Willow were at the cabin and had been for almost a day now since it was around noon. They would be coming home within the next day to do what they had to within the Pack, but for right then, Edward could feel, within their bonds, that they were at peace.

  He’d failed his son. He hadn’t been able to see that Jasper needed more help until it was almost too late. He’d almost lost his son because he’d been focused on other things.

  There was no excuse for that, and he wouldn’t let that happen again.

  “You’re sad again, Grandpa,” Brie said then kissed his cheek. Edward grinned then ate the rest of the cookie in her hand. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened. “You ate all my cookie!”

  He swallowed and grinned. “Yep. Guess you were too slow. Looks like we’ll have to get you another.”

  “With frosting?” Her eyes glittered, and Edward laughed.

  “We’ll see if that can be arranged.”

  “Are you stealing cookies from babies now, Alpha?” Pat asked as she strolled into the room.

  Edward looked up at his mate and the love of his life and sighed. He loved her just as much today, if not more, than he had when they first set the bond. Her light brown hair framed her face, and she had a dash of flour on her cheek from baking with Brie. He’d always found her softer than the other wolves, rounder in some cases. The physical shell, though, surrounded a woman with a backbone of steel.

  Brie turned in Edward’s lap so she was facing Pat. “He said he’d get me another one so it’s okay, Grandma.”

  Pat raised a brow then walked over to them, a smile forming on her face. She was just as much of a sucker as he was when it came to their grandchildren—though he might have been worse. He might be Alpha, but he spoiled the kids rotten before he handed them off to their parents on sugar highs.

  It was really the only way to treat grandkids.

  Pat ran a hand over Brie’s head then through his hair. He’d been growing it as long as Jasper’s recently, and he knew he needed to cut it. He just hadn’t had the motivation to do so. Other things were more important—like the two females in the room with him.

  “I suppose we have another cookie for you in the kitchen, darling,” Pat said, her eyes on Edward. “The frosting kind, right? Isn’t that what the two of you were saying?”

  His mate’s hearing scared him sometimes.

  “I love frosting,” Brie said, and Edward just smiled at his mate.

  “You heard her. She loves frosting.”

  “And I bet it doesn’t hurt that you happen to love those types of cookies too?”

  “Doesn’t hurt a bit.”

  Her eyes skimmed over his shoulder at the texts on his desk, but he gave a small shake of his head. He could take an hour with Brie and Pat and enjoy himself before he went back to his duties.

  She nodded then picked Brie off his lap. The three of them had made it into the kitchen when the front door opened to reveal Logan and Caitlin. Edward narrowed his eyes at the new Redwood wolf who seemed to be walking a little too close to his precious, precious daughter.

  Cailin caught the look and growled. “Dad.”

  “What?” he asked, his voice all innocence.

  Edward glared at Logan who smiled at Caitlin and then met Edward’s gaze without blinking. Oh yes, there would be a long talk about what exactly was going on between his only daughter and this wolf.

  Soon.

  “Cookie!” Brie screamed from beside him, and Cailin smiled brightly at her niece.

  “With the frosting? You know, munchkin, those are Grandpa’s and my favorites, right?”

  “Uh huh. That’s why I wanted them. It makes Grandpa happy.”

  Edward blinked hard, something looking oddly like tears threatening to fill his eyes. He wouldn’t cry at a sweet little girl’s words. Not when Logan was so near.

  No, he needed to act the strong Alpha and father of the Redwood Pack princess, not like the grandpa who wanted to hug his granddaughter close and forget about the war, if only for a moment.

  They munched on cookies and talked about trivial things before finally discussing exactly what Cailin would be doing to help her brother.

  “I know I’m not connected like you are, Dad. But I can help.”

  Edward looked at his daughter, the one who had been trying to navigate her way through the Pack and find her place for so long. She’d been floundering.
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  “I think you can, Cailin. I trust you.”

  Cailin’s eyes widened, and Pat smiled behind her. He felt Logan’s pleasure at the thought of Cailin’s happiness, and that settled his own wolf some. Logan would be good for Cailin once they figured out what they wanted.

  “I won’t let you down.”

  Brie pulled herself onto Cailin’s lap and kissed her cheek. “Of course you won’t. You’re a Jamenson.”

  Out of the mouths of babes.

  Edward smiled at his family and settled into his chair. The war would rage, and battles would be fought, but if he didn’t have the strength in body and mind that came with that came with knowing he had something to fight for, he wouldn’t make it.

  The Jamensons wouldn’t let the Pack down.

  He thought back to Jasper and Willow and why they’d needed the break.

  It was time to make sure the Pack didn’t let the Jamensons down.

  Chapter Five

  “Mmm…” Willow hummed to herself, her eyes still closed. Her husband and mate’s hands cupped her breasts like he’d done so many times before, but this time, it felt as though it was the first time.

  It always felt as if it was the first time with Jasper even when it felt new and different too. He always muddled her brain in the best ways.

  She didn’t care if she sounded like some dreamy-eyed romantic because, frankly, she was. Sure, the world was crazy and falling apart around them, but she had Jasper. She’d be okay.

  Of course she’d fight alongside the rest of them and prove herself as a wolf, but right now, in this little cabin, she and Jasper were all that mattered.

  As her mate was currently running his hand down her belly toward the soft hairs on her mound, she put away any thoughts of war and ugliness and focused on him. Honestly, she could barely think straight as it was. She just needed to hone in on that hand of his and those nimble fingers.

  “Oh God,” she moaned as he flicked his thumb over her clit. She leaned back, craning her neck so she could find his mouth. His tongue met hers as he slid his fingers in and out of her heat, his thumb running circles over that little bundle of nerves. Her nipples hardened against his palm cupping her breast as a wash of hot tingles went over her and she came on his hand, rocking back and forth to let the pleasure last.