Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 135: Chapter 135

Thor carried Nica inside, carefully placing her inside the shower stall. Her arm wasn’t dislocated this time, just bruised. Her Shifter healing had already kicked in, but he wasn’t satisfied until he bathed, dressed, and saw to every single hurt she’d received at the hands of that thankfully now dead motherfucker.
“I’m not glass.”
“What?” he asked, laying carefully on his side so as not to jostle her.
“I said, I’m not glass,” Nica murmured, her blue eyes flashing up at him from her position in their bed. “I was taken from you today, but I wasn’t entirely blameless. I was scared of our connection. I pushed you away. I am so sorry I did that.”
“You got nothing to apologize for, angel. I shoulda been more patient. I shoulda explained what I am better. Having the sight makes all those other things way more amped with me. You don’t just get a mate, you get all my crazy quirks, too,” he confessed sheepishly.
“I love your crazy quirks. I love you.”
“I love you, angel. So fucking much,” he growled, kissing her head softly.
But Nica was having none of that. His sexy mate crawled over him, spreading her thighs, so she sat with her naked pussy against his belly. He growled, shivering as she leaned down to kiss him fully, her tongue tangling with his.
“Want you, mate. Need you,” she whimpered, sliding down so her hot, wet lips stroked his hardened length.
She had him worked up in no time at all. The need to connect with her on this level overpowered his decision to let her rest, and soon she was riding him like the untamed beauty she was. She looked so fucking beautiful. Her curls cascading down her back as she arched, swerving her hips, sucking him deep, so deep, and squeezing him with her tight little channel. Nothing felt better than fucking his mate, and Thor reveled in knowing she was every bit as wild about him.
“Oh gods, Thor, you feel bigger, deeper, it’s too much,” she gasped, her movements growing jerky.
“You can take it, angel. You were made to take it,” he grunted, holding on to her hips and taking over.
She had his full attention now, riding the cusp of her orgasm like this. Fuck, she was so damn sexy. Her earthy vibe was every bit as delicious as her impossibly strong heart. His hands squeezed her hips, her ass, running over her heavy breasts and back. She was perfection personified. She was all light and pure goodness, the perfect foil for all his darkness. She was everything. And the woman undid him every single time, and she didn’t even know it. He was the one riding the edge now.
But there was no way he was going without her.
“Come on, angel. Come for me. Right now,” he growled, closing his mouth over the claiming bite he’d given her, scraping the skin with his teeth.
“Thor! Thor! THOR!” she screamed his name, her pussy tightening on him like a vise.
One, two, three more pumps, and he was spewing cum straight into her womb. His dick knotted at the base, traveling up the length until even more of his essence filled her. This orgasm was so intense, Thor might have even passed out for a second or two.
“Ohmygods, that was so,” she whimpered, both of them a tangled, sticky mess on top of the sheets.
“Yeah, it was,” he agreed, kissing her head.
He held her until her breathing steadied, then Thor grabbed a pair of sweats and headed out to the living room. He was not exactly sure how this would work for him, but he took the ancient box and removed the murky ink, shaking it until it started to swirl and glitter with magic. He laid out the bamboo pens side by side as one at a time his Pack mates joined him in the living room.
Of course they would. He’d been pulling on their Pack bonds ever since he felt the urgency to do this now. There were whispers and sniffles, one of the babies cooed, another cried. These were the sounds of life, a good life, and Thor was truly grateful to be a part of it. He worked in silence, allowing those good spirits to fill him, chasing away the shadows that had darkened his sight for too long.
Thor knew the second she walked into the room. Her love was like a beacon in the night, and she shone brightly even from the other world where his spirit currently roamed.
“Thor?” she whispered, as the others parted so she could make way for him.
He smiled then, handing her the first bamboo pen.
“What am I supposed to do?” she whispered, panicked.
Let me in, he whispered into her mind. Let me in, and I will guide you, show you how to draw the story of us onto my back, mate.
I don’t want to hurt you, she replied, using their telepathic bond. Her love pulsed strongly, and he thanked the gods and the Fates for bringing this woman into his life.
You won’t. Just follow my lead, angel.
He was already on his knees, but Thor turned so his back faced Nica. She inhaled a shaky breath, but he was with her all the way. From inside that metaphysical plane where their animals waited together until called, Thor talked Nica through every step of this ancient and most sacred process.
Tears fell from her eyes, and he smiled, knowing they were tears of love and joy as he reached in through their bonds, guiding her hands stroke after stroke as she used magicked ink and one bamboo pen after another to create an image of them on his skin. It took hours, but he was surrounded by his Pack, and they lent him strength, which he shared with his sweet, brave mate.
There was nothing she couldn’t do. Oh, she was still finding her feet, but lucky sonofabitch that he was, Thor was ecstatic he was going to be there to see it all. Every step of the way. He couldn’t wait.
“It’s done,” Nica said with a shaky breath, and Thor released the tension he was holding in his back.
She took a damp rag someone handed her and gently blotted his skin, meeting his eyes in the big mirror someone else had placed in front of them. Congratulations were whispered, and the Pack came forward offering gentle hugs and shoulder pats as they welcomed them as a couple for the first time.
“Don’t you wanna see it?” Nica asked, and he felt her curiosity.
He’d already seen it in his mind, but she was so sweet, so excited. He wanted her to tell it to him. To see it through her eyes.
Bright, brave, beautiful mate. Strong woman. Good girl.
“Describe it to me,” Thor said, after everyone backed off and he was putting away the ink and pens.
“Okay,” she whispered, getting behind him. Her hands gently touched the periphery of the image and he growled softly, loving the feel of her hands on his body.
“It’s our forest, our trail, and there are dozens of leaves falling from the oak tree where we first shifted together,” she spoke softly, reverently.
“Demon is sitting on his haunches, big and beautiful, bold as ever. He’s looking up at the sky, and I’m in my feathers, flying overhead. Oh my gods, there are two young Ravens with me, Thor,” she said, and her voice grew shaky on that part.
Thor turned around and held her in his arms. She was sobbing now, tears of joy he knew cause he felt them too. Thor kissed her head, her temple, her cheeks, her lips, everywhere he could touch, She’d described their future, and it was more than he had ever dreamed.
“Do you want that with me, angel?”
“A family? A future? Yes, oh yes,” she replied, kissing him back harder.
“Good. Let’s start now.”
“Now?”
“Right now, angel.”
Thor stood up, taking her with him, and she sighed, wrapping her legs around his waist. It was going to be a long road, but they had each other. They were the best of each other, and they’d been together through the worst already.
“I love you, Thor.”
“I love you too, Nica,” he told her before sinking into her sweet body.
His mate was everything he ever dreamed of, and more. She was his anchor to this realm. Nica grounded him, their connection the one thing guaranteed to keep him steady and solid for however long they had on this earth together. And he intended for that to be a very long time.
“Stay,” he whispered. “Stay with me.”
“Always. I choose you, Thor.”
“And I choose you right back, mate.”
She was the most important thing. She was everything. And he was going to spend every day of his life showing her. Then Thor kissed her again, and everything else, all rational thought, simply fell away.
The end.