The Lone Wolfs Lover

Secrets and Truths

I stretched my legs out, feeling soft satin sheets on my bare legs. I don’t have satin sheets… I frowned and peeked an eye open. There were candles lit but it was still hard to see with the black walls. I was so warm I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy the comfort of wherever I was a little longer. Then I remembered and sat upright with a jolt. Jason was next to me shushing again. He sat up slowly and I could see in the flickering light he had lost his shirt. What a shame… hard, perfectly sculpted torso with just a tiny sprinkle of hair. Tanned arms with several tattoos adorning his biceps. He was a beautiful sight that left me temporarily mute.

“You were out for a while baby, I figured the bed would be more comfortable”. His words snapped my brain back into functioning. This man was obviously nuts. I would have remembered if I was a damned mythological creature. And I was… I was half naked in the crazy man’s bed. Now I was pissed. I went to move off the bed and solve the case of my missing pants when he snaked an arm around me and moved over me in one smooth effortless motion, capturing my hands in his and holding them to my sides. I was very much pinned under his heavy frame, and struggled to move away while he all but laughed at my efforts. “I need you to hear me Becca. Really hear me. I’m not going to hurt you but I need you to remember.” I stopped struggling and stared into his green eyes. They literally looked to have fire dancing in them and it made me suck in a breath. Jason growled low and deep. He moved closer slowly, inch by inch while staring at me, daring me to stop him. He kissed me but it wasn’t the frenzied unchecked passion from dinner. It was slow, smoldering and careful.

His hands that held each of mine in his separately slowly moved them above my head. He held both my wrists in one hand then, sliding his free hand down my face, down my neck, slowly, almost painfully he went down the side of my body and back up again, to knot in my hair and direct my head back, into the pillow and staring at the ceiling. His lips trailed over my jaw and onto my neck. My back arched and he growled again, grinding his rock hard c**k into me, only barricaded by his boxers and my panties. He was, unsurprisingly huge and just the thought of him f*****g me had me moaning again. He brought his head up to rest on my forehead, still grinding against me with his pelvis “we’re supposed to talk baby” he said low and gravely. I whimpered “please Jason…” and he released my hair, sliding his hand under my shirt, into the cup of my bra and squeezing my n****e without warning. I came. I came so hard it shocked me. I had never come without using a vibrator before and this man made me c*m without even touching my c**t? I barely registered Jason’s movements as I came out of the haze and confusion of what had just happened. Jason had let go of my hands, slid down my body, and literally tore my panties like he was ripping a sheet of paper. He lent into me, inhaling and growling again. He licked me without the care and slowness of his kisses just moments before. He licked and sucked and fingered me until I was so close I was moaning and writhing on the bed. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and looked up at me. His eyes… while he ate me out and f****d me with his fingers… I had seen it before in my dreams. This exact moment. He moved his fingers to the top wall of my v****a and something lit and blew up like a firework. I came even harder than I had before, this time gushing c*m all over his face and chest. He growled again and licked with more intensity. I lost count of the orgasms. At some point I must have passed out again. I woke up to him covering me with a blanket. I watched him move away from me, holding his head in his hands as he sat next to me.

“We have to talk. You make it so damned hard when you smell like that. And sound like that. I want you so badly but… we have to talk” he seemed like he was quite literally in pain and I came to sit next to him. His c**k was still so hard, I was shocked his boxers could still contain it. I was staring at it and licking my lips “then talk” I said simply. He tracked my gaze and growled again, pulling the opposite side of the comforter to drape across his own lap. I pouted and he shook his head and chuckled. “You feel the connection. Your body. Your body knows me.” He wasn’t wrong. Why had I dreamt of this exact scenario before? I nodded at him but said nothing. “You were taken from us. Stolen. Your father died trying to save you from the kidnappers. Your mother died soon after. She was hurt badly and she couldn’t live without her mate and her child.”

I was immediately angry. “My father died last year in a work accident!” I said defensively. Jason looked at me sadly, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb over my cheek. “That man wasn’t really your father. His mate was our nanny. They couldn’t have pups and she was so attached to you. They stole you. She died while they tried to take you. Your mother… she wouldn’t let them go without a fight. But he won in the end. He took them both from you and took you too even though his mate was gone. He took you to someone who practiced magic to erase your memories. And I guess he was successful at that. He moved you far enough away that without your pack you didn’t change on your 18th birthday as you should have. Your wolf is.. sleeping in a way. Dormant so she can’t feel our bond. But mine can feel you. My wolf… he knows you’re ours. I’ve been searching for you, after my 18th birthday I knew my mate was alive but I couldn’t feel you. I kept getting closer. I knew I was closer. When I almost hit you it was because I almost changed without having any control, my wolf was going absolutely crazy in that moment. Then I couldn’t… it’s not the kind of conversation you can just bring up and start talking about out of nowhere.” He sighed and looked down at his hands in his lap. “But that’s the whole truth Becca. Your name is Becca Bane and you are mine. I am yours. And I need you.” The pain in his eyes as he looked back up at me broke my heart. Something seemed to stretch and stir inside me and I immediately knew he spoke the truth. Memories flooded my brain. The adorable blonde haired boy with dimples chasing me through the huge hallways of a beautiful expansive house. Fishing with a dark haired, blue eyed man and laughing when a beautiful olive skinned woman was mad at us for being late and dirty. Screaming, crying, begging to go back. I remembered it all.

I am Becca Bane. My parents are gone. And I don’t belong here.