MATED TO MY EX’S UNCLE

[TWO YEARS EARLIER] "Why won't you touch me, Caleb?" Mara's hands fisted into his shirt, pulling him closer, refusing to let him create any distance between their bodies. His eyes softened. "Mara, you know what is happening at the borders, my uncle's deranged followers are causing serious disruption to the pack's—" "I don't want to talk about your tyrant of an uncle." Her bottom lip quivered with need. "The elders are calling me defective and all sorts of names. Three years and I have nothing to show for this union. I have never gotten pregnant, not even a miscarriage to show for it." He sighed and grabbed her shoulders. "Why are you paying attention to those old scums?" "Because they are right." Because she was the last of the Nichole wolves and it was her responsibility to further her line into the next generation. As his Luna, it was also her responsibility to give him an heir that would rule after him. But how could she do any of these things when he was too busy to lay with her. His fingers found the stiff tension-filled knots in her shoulders and caressed them. "When the time is right, we will have our pup. The Moon Goddess has a plan for all of us, my love. Especially you, She spared you from your family's fate for a reason." "I know. I know that she does. Maybe… maybe she wants to give us our own pup already and all she's waiting for is for us to do the action that can enable her to bless my womb with the baby." Something about what she had said seemed to incite two emotions from her husband: amusement, and arousal. He turned her smoothly, pressing her face-first into the cool wall. The chill of the concrete hit her cheek and she gasped softly, his hand sliding beneath the hem of her dress, fingers trailing up the soft skin of her inner thigh. "You want me to touch you?" His mouth dragged along the curve of her neck. "Is that what you want?" "Yes." The word left her breathless. "Caleb, yes. Please." His lips traced her sensitive spot. The spot right behind her ear, and her toes curled in synchrony. "Not like this," he murmured against her skin. "You're too tense. You know I don't like seeing you tense." He turned her back around to face him, smoothing her red hair back from her face with a touch so gentle it made her chest ache. "Wait here." She watched him reach into his jacket pocket and produce a small transparent sachet filled with white powder. "What is that?" He glanced over her shoulder. "Khoal powder. It relaxes the nerves." He tipped the contents into the glass of vodka and swirled it around to mix everything together. "It works like absolute magic." "I don't need powder, Caleb. I need you." "And you will have me." He crossed over and pressed the glass into her hand. His thumb brushed her knuckles. "Just have a little of this first. Trust me you will feel so much better." She looked at the glass. The vodka had gone slightly milky from the powder, the scent had become faintly different. Something in her hesitated, a small quiet thing at the back of her mind that she did not listen to because she wanted to be good, she wanted tonight to work, and she wanted him. The vodka hit her tongue, its aftertaste was different, slightly tangy but almost sweet, coating the back of her throat as she swallowed. Then the burn started on her tongue. "Caleb, t-this… it tastes… strange." "Give it a moment, my love. Just relax." Her head started to spin. He guided her back to sit on the edge of the bed. "Let me check on the border security real quick. I will be back in a few minutes and then you can have me all to yourself, just relax, okay?" She could barely mumble any response before he was gone. The burning on her tongue spread slowly down her throat, into her chest, proceeding to curl in her stomach like a white-hot vice. The sheets suddenly felt too rough against the back of her thighs. She shifted on the bed and nothing felt comfortable. Her palms started sweating, and her underwear started dampening. She tugged at her neckline, then pulled her nightdress over her head entirely because the fabric against her skin was unbearable. She threw the nightdress somewhere on the ground, she didn't know where, her vision had started blurring at the edges and everything felt foggy. "Oh, Caleb…" She withered where she lay, her fingers tracing a path between her legs. When she brought her fingertips out from between her thighs, a string of thick slick connected her finger and the edge of her panties. Her breathing became ragged, uneven. She needed to get naked. Her skin had become overly sensitive and the material against her skin felt like a restraint. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra after taking off her bear-print panties. That action caused her breasts to bounce free and the moment her n****e came in contact with the cool air, it hardened unbearably. "Ahn…" Her core produced a fresh wave of slick and dripped freely onto the sheets. "Caleb." His name left her broken and desperate. She rolled onto her stomach, grinding down against the pillow beneath her, her knees on either side like a lock. Her c**t made contact with the cotton and she had to bite down on her palm to stop herself from screeching. She quickened her pace, grinding down on the pillow—a circle of wetness forming beneath her and her fingers grabbing at her taut buds, twisting and tugging on them. Nothing worked. A sob climbed up her throat, the friction did nothing to ease her situation. "Caleb, please, please come back." Tears started to roll down her cheeks from the intensity of everything. Her thighs rippled each time she moved, the rolls on her skin begged to be kneaded until her core was close to the promise of an orgasm. Her prayer had been answered because that was when she heard footsteps. Her senses were thick and distorted, the world in her mind was reduced to heat and need, but she heard them getting closer. She turned over onto her back, trying to make out Caleb's figure but everything was too dark and foggy. The edge of the mattress dipped and a mouth full of warmth enveloped her right n****e. "Goddess—" her hands flew to his head, her fingers digging into his curls and holding him there as her whole body shook with relief and want. "Caleb," she exhaled his name like a spell. Strong arms gathered her thighs, held them open and she smiled. He positioned himself at her entrance, the heat radiating off his throbbing shaft was no joke. And without ceremony, he pushed in and she stopped thinking altogether. The bed frame groaned beneath the weight of his body as his d**k drove deep into her. Every stroke sent a sharp, intense shockwave straight up her spine, but the fog in her mind made it hard to keep up with what was happening. She tightened her legs around his hips, desperate to anchor herself to the rhythm, but her body felt heavy and slow. "Faster," she gasped against his shoulder. Her throat was dry, still raw from the burning taste of the drink. "Please, just don't stop." He didn't say anything. The only sound in the room was the heavy, uneven sound of breathing and the wet slap of skin against skin. His hands clamped down hard on her waist, his fingers digging into her hips so tightly that she knew it would leave bruises tomorrow. But right now, the pain barely registered through the wave of heat taking over her senses. Her fingers clawed at his back, searching for the familiar contours of his shoulders, but everything felt slightly off. The scent in the room wasn't right either. Instead of the clean, woodsy scent that usually followed Caleb around, the air was thick with something sharper, heavier, like copper and sweat. The heat inside her belly built up into a tight, unbearable knot. She arched her back, pushing her chest up into the cool air of the room as a sudden wave of release washed over her. Her inner muscles clamped down tight, and a low moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. Above her, his body went still for a second. His chest heaved against hers, hot air hitting the side of her neck in short, ragged bursts. Then came a final, harsh thrust that pushed her back against the mattress before he pulled out completely and wrapped his hands around her.