Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 45 - Soft Mornings

Jadea

I woke up on top of Adam in the wee morning hours. With my head resting on his chest, our legs tangled together, hearts beating as one, peace settled deep within my marrow. I really liked being here, held and cherished by this man.

In the stillness of the morning, my gaze moved over the blackwork forearm sleeve on his left arm. Tribal, geometric and ornamental designs flowed together to make a beautiful tat. Moving over his chest was an octopus done in tribal designs. Its head and body, along with a couple tentacles, were curled over his left pec and down his ribs. The other six legs curling over his shoulder and down the bicep of his left arm. Whoever designed the tattoo was a genius. It looked absolutely stunning. While I couldn't admire it currently, he had a fierce, colored dragon back piece.

Tilting my head back, I went to study him in his sleep, only to find sleepy sapphire eyes watching me. I stilled immediately, caught. My brain not knowing what to. Adam's laughter rumbled in his chest at the look on my face. One arm pulling me closer, the other hand roaming my body.

"You know you drive me crazy when you wear one of my shirts," he breathed against my hair. The shirt a silent sign of possession.

I would have to make sure I wore his shirts often.

With a gentle forehead kiss, he whispered, "I love waking up to you, baby."

Warmth curled through my chest, as I realized I liked waking up to him too.

Adam rolled me under him, our lips clashing in tender caresses. Hands roved, gentle strokes igniting an inferno. Before we could fully lose ourselves, Adam pulled away. My pout wasn't lost on him. With one last gentle kiss, he promised, "If you are a good girl while I am gone today, I will make the wait worth it."

I believed him.

Delayed gratification was a kink of mine.

Damn! This was completely unfair! He knew all of my secrets, and yet I knew very little of his.

That was okay, though. I would have fun relearning them.

Laying back on the bed, I lazily watched him move around the room. Gathering items to put into the doggy backpack. Reaching into one of the smaller compartments, he pulled out a pair of beautiful boy-short silken and lace underwear. They were the same sage color as my eyes with delicate white lace. His lopsided grin made my heart stutter when he handed them to me. "Wear these today." It was just one more way to slowly drive me insane throughout the day, knowing I was wearing something he picked exclusively for me.

Standing, I slipped out of his shirt, putting on a small show before picking up the underwear. Turning my back to him, I bent over so he could get an eyeful of what he was missing out on this morning. Then slid the underwear slowly up my legs, allowing the soft material to tease my skin. Once on, I threw an impish grin over my shoulder, his darkened gaze devouring me.

He struck swiftly, hand closing around my neck, pulling my back flush with his warm bare chest. Pressing his face into my hair, a deep primal growl reverberated in my ear, sending shock waves through my veins. Goosebumps raced across my skin. My eyes closed in absolute bliss. "Fuck." I moaned in his mind, showing him the full extent his efforts were wreaking.

"You want to feel me inside you, baby?" he asked, low and gruff, rubbing his short beard against the sensitive skin of my neck, his desire pressing hard and hot against my ass.

"Yes." I fairly begged, his hand snaking between my thighs to press against my mound. Unabashedly, I rocked my hips, creating friction. Any relief was better than none.

"There will be no happy endings this morning."

"Understood," I panted.

"Get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed." He ordered. When I reached to pull the panties off, he told me to keep them on. I did as told, waiting curiously to see what he would do. Coming in behind me, he pulled the soft material aside and slowly rocked his hard length into me. Our scents intermixing on the silken material. When he was fully seated, he paused, instructing me to lay my head against the mattress. Then, as he started slowly moving in and out, he pressed the heel of one hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me down into the mattress. This should have been uncomfortable, but it was done with such gentleness and care I knew it was meant only for pleasure. Just another show of his power over my mind and euphoria.

The inferno within my body grew, and right when I was approaching that glorious precipice, he was gone.

I wanted to cuss him out, but knew we agreed on this.

A hiss of disappointment left my chest. He chuckled, righting my underwear and slapping my butt before helping me into my violet dress. "I promise, baby, it will be worth the wait."

Rolling my eyes, lips pursed, I nodded. Knowing he was right. "You go have fun with those kiddos. Give them a big hug from me," I breathed against his lips, needing him to skedaddle before I figured out a creative way to make him stay in bed with me all day.

Amusement curled through his mind at my thoughts. "I will, baby. You enjoy your time with your pack." With one last forehead kiss, he pulled on the backpack and left.

I stayed connected with him while I ate breakfast, said my affirmations to Caden, and patiently waited for Briar and Derrick to arrive. A short time later, I heard Agamemnon's howl of alert. "Three wolves crossed the border. They smell like yours, Jadea."

"Thank you," I brushed his mind, stepping out on the porch to await their arrival. I had to wonder who the third wolf was.

"It's Blade." Adam supplied.

I wasn't surprised. Blade was my gamma, and would be anxious to see me. To make sure I was doing well. While Garret could read my immediate thoughts, he couldn't catch onto the thoughts and feelings that simmered just beneath the surface. Blade and Briar, together, would be able to catch onto my deeper emotions and deduce if I was doing alright. It was harder to mask emotion than thoughts.

I really had the A-team. With a co-alpha like Adam, who could shift into his primitive form as a turned wolf; a telepathic beta; and twins with differing empathic gifts... We were one heck of a unit. Not to mention my mind manipulation powers.

My heart was singing when I saw their familiar forms burst into the clearing. Briar was the first to reach me, shifting on the go and collapsing into my embrace, knowing I would catch her. Bursts of laughter filled the air while we struggled to stay on our feet. Then Derrick ambled up beside us, wrapping both of us in his giant embrace, pulling us up off our feet and squeezing the air right out of our lungs. Dropping us back on our feet, he pulled Briar aside to pick some clothing from the basket, leaving me to my gamma.

"Blade." My smile faltered, seeing the deep emotion playing across his gaze. While he was smiling and overjoyed to see me, there was worry buried deep. Pulling him into a strong hug, I tucked my head into his shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut so the tears wouldn't leak out. "I'm alright." I whispered on a wobbly breath.

"Sure. And I'm the Queen of England."

"Hi Elizabeth. It's nice to finally meet your highness," I ribbed, unable to help myself.

"Oh, piss off," he grumbled, pushing me away using my face. Giggling, I was about to step away when he caught my wrist and jerked me back to him, so he could tuck me under his arm.

"So, what's the plan today?" I asked, looking between Blade and Briar, knowing between the two, my day would already be laid out.