Joining Our Packs

Chapter Eleven Wolfless

Amelia’s POV

Fatigue worms its way through my aching muscles and only then do I realize the lack of tingles coming from where my hand sits in Isaiah’s.

“Acacia?” I whisper trying to talk to my wolf.

She doesn't respond and I can't feel her as profoundly as I have since the moment I gained her. I wonder if Isaiah notices the lack of our mating bond. If he does he isn't letting on.

Trying to erase the worry from my face I straighten my brow and turn my lips up in an easy smile.

“Maybe we should take dinner to our room,” I suggest nudging his shoulder.

Any excuse to avoid the pack and get off my feet sounds fantastic. I don't know how I could hide my lack of a wolf from everyone.

“If that would make you happy I would be more than happy to have you to myself,” Isaiah replies tugging my hand up to his lips and kissing my knuckles.

“Having you all to myself makes it sound even better.”

“Then I'm all yours,” he says offering me a wink and his devilish smirk.

By the time we make it to my room, my legs are burning from the slight exertion. It's taking everything in me not to collapse where I stand.

“You feeling okay beautiful?” Isaiah asks concern coloring his words as his eyes roam over me scanning for injuries.

“Just tired, I think the mental load is catching up to me,” I say brushing him off.

It's not entirely a lie. Anyone would be overstimulated in my situation.

“How about a long hot bath and ill feed you while you soak?”

“That sounds perfect!”

Tears sting my eyes as I stare at the man the Moon Goddess chose to be my mate. How had I got so lucky?

Isaiah walks toward the bathroom and I slip onto the bed kicking my shoes and socks off before relaxing into the plush comforter. I can hear him sit the food down and begin scrounging in the cabinets. Soon the sound of the water turning on fills my ears and steam floats through the room coating my skin. His footsteps approach and he leans over me brushing my hair from my forehead lovingly.

“It's ready Gorgeous,” he says lifting me into his arms.

I snuggle into my mate enjoying the way his warmth seeps into me warming me from my core. Even without the pull of the mate bond I could love this man wholeheartedly.

Isaiah walks us into the bathroom and sits me on my feet. I place my hands on his chest to steady myself and his hands run down my arms slipping over to my waist and down to the hem of my shirt. The electric buzz of our bond doesn't erupt on my skin when his fingers dive under the hem dancing on my skin but I shiver nonetheless. He gently lifts the thin fabric bringing it over my head and allowing it to drop to the floor leaving me standing in my b*a and jeans. His eyes roam over me and his fingers find the button of my pants deftly undoing it and pushing the arrival of clothing over my hips until they fall to the floor. I lift my feet stepping out of them. His fingers then loop around my thong hooking the lacy fabric with his thumbs and slowly sliding it over the curve of my hips and down my thighs. His breath tickles my core as he comes face to face with the growing wetness.

“You smell so sweet,” he growls.

His tongue darts out tasting me quickly and then he's back at eye level his tongue diving into my mouth. My head spins from the sudden change and I lean into him. I feel my b*a come undone and the straps fall down my shoulders although it's still in place, pinned there by the closeness of our bodies. Isaiah breaks the kiss leaving me panting for breath. My hardened peaks expose themselves as my b*a falls to the floor.

“Let's get you in the bath,” Isaiah says his eyes flickering between his and Ishmael’s.

All I can do is nod. I start to turn toward the tub and am lifted into his strong arms once more. He carefully lowers me into the hot bubbly water resting my back and head against a towel he's placed perfectly at the edge. The warm water eases my sore muscles and a moan escapes me.

“Baby,” He growls, and I open my eyes watching his change.

“Yes,” I murmur.

“I want to be the only one making you make those sexy sounds.”

“Oh,” I breathe letting my eyelids glitter close again.

“Open up,” his husky voice coaxes.

I do as I'm told and melty cheese coats my tongue. Mac and cheese is one of my favorites and the ladies in the kitchen never fail to cook it to perfection. I chew quickly and swallow opening my mouth up for more.

Isaiah takes turns feeding me different bites of food while feeding himself. My stomach feels heavy from eating so much as I force down the last bite.

I can hear Isaiah moving around and I try to pry my eyelids open to see what he's doing but they're too heavy. The water turns on and the hot stream from the faucet brings the tub back to a comfortable temperature. Isaiah's arms loop under mine and my body lifts up enough for him to a lid beneath me. My head lulls back on his shoulder falling into the spot near where I left my mark.

His full lips press against my own mark trailing sweet kisses up to my ear. The sensation has me sinking further into him. Then he begins scrubbing my body gently from the day's events.

Isaiah’s POV

Even with my lips against the place my mark lay, I couldn't feel the sparks of our bond.

“What's wrong with mate?” Ishmael whimpers.

“She will tell us when she's ready, for now, we have to make sure she's safe,” I tell him.

I take my time washing her delicate body and get lost in the soft curves of her feminine figure. She's absolutely breathtaking. My hands leisurely move over her breasts cradling the soft mounds as I massage them. A whine escapes her lips at my menstruations.

I can feel my member hardening and I know she can feel it too.

Amelia turns her head brushing he nose against my back and inhales deeply trembling in my arms. When her tongue snakes out l*****g her mark I almost lose control.

I release her breast sliding my hand down her flat stomach and between her folds. Her legs shake as I find her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Please,” she begs.

I continue teasing her watching her face morph into ecstasy each time I thrum my thumb over her c**t. I withhold her o****m letting it build and fall again and again. Finally, I let her have her release.

“Isaiah,” she cries out her nails digging into my thighs as she comes down from her high.

I drain the tub and refill it rinsing her body then I get out and dry off quickly throwing on some basketball shorts. I return to the tub with a fluffy towel and lift her out drying her body thoroughly.

She still hasn't opened her eyes and I can hear the slow thump of her heart and feel her steady breaths and sleep drags her under. She's asleep before her head hits the pillow.

Curling around her body I hold her close to my chest. I can't relax no matter how hard I try. Every instinct tells me to watch her, to protect her, and I don't even know what's wrong.

***

Tingles flare to life on my chest rousing me from my restless sleep. I can't remember when I fell asleep but I must have to wake up. The fog in my brain lifts with each sensation flowing through me and Ishmael wags his tail happily.

“She's back,” He yips excitedly.

Mt eyes fly open and I watch my mate take my c**k into her pretty little mouth.

“f**k,” I groan.

She pulls away letting me plop out of her mouth “Good morning handsome, did you think I’d forget about last night,” she purrs.

I don't let her finish what she's started and immediately lift her and flip her over pinning her beneath my body with ease.

Her bottom lip tugs between her teeth and I lean forward plucking it from her teeth and devouring her mouth. As she gasps for air I plunge into her warm walls enjoying the sparks that set my body on fire.