The Pixie's Warrior Wolf (Completed)

Mating Urges

And for the first day in his cabin, she slept. On the second day she woke up, and while she cried that morning, she shook off her sadness and got out of bed.

Looking around and seeing the changes, Katherine grinned.

Henry had been remodeling the cabin and as she took it in, she whistled catching his eye impressed, “It’s going to be nice, but I know I’m going to HAVE to make more space. Two rooms, one bathroom and three by foot walls is not going to be my forever home.” She picked up swatches and tile sample as he agreed along to her words, “Black granite for the counter tops, these floors should be maybe a dark wood panel, and maybe a blue for the cabinets?” Grinning as she sat perched on a stool, Henry passed her a coffee as he nodded, “I’ll get on it.” She shrugged a shoulder, “We’ll do it.”

He immaturely thought, ‘I wish’, and immediately scolded himself. But he couldn’t help it.

In his shirt and big sleeping pants, she looked like they’d slept rough in his bed, when he’d slept alone on the couch. He hadn’t trusted himself as the urge to mate and make her his wife kept whooping his ass like an infection.

No bra and a large shirt, his sleeping pants hung on her baggy making her adorable and sexy all at the same time. Especially as she gave his shirtless form a look over. Trying not to read into that look over his mug, those pretty blue eyes took in the muscles as he fixed breakfast. And Henry tried not to go there, but as he dished up her meal and stood in front of her suddenly, Katherine’s naughty grin said she knew she’d been busted as he asked, “See anything you like gorgeous?”

Eyes taking him in, every hard inch, Katherine grinned before turning her attention to the omelet in front of her, and grinned widely, “Yeah, I was looking at breakfast, it looks so good.”

Smirking as he called bullshit, he stole her coffee mug making her giggle as she pouted it from him. Winning as he broke down, Katherine moaned when he suddenly kissed her.

And holy s**t.

Her fingers in his hair, he groaned as her sweet tongue that tasted like warm coffee danced over his. Gripping her ass before suddenly pulling away, Henry wanted to put her on the table. He didn’t want an omelet; he could get full on her. Only Katherine grinned at him naughty as she picked up her fork, “So what do you have planned today?”

Another wank in the shower like he was f*****g fourteen so he could be a considerate wolf and not hump the s**t-, “Henry?”

He breathed deeply, “Um, nothing much. Get some supplies, maybe run some errands, you know, nothing major. You?” She grinned a little and admitted, “I want to see Dorian, but I don’t want to go to the pack house.” He nodded knowing why and gently stroked her cheek, “I’ll tell him to come to you, okay?” Grinning her thanks, she practically inhaled her omelet, and he was seriously demented with how hot he found that.

Chuckling as he let her have the rest of his, Katherine blushed as she promised, “I promise I’m not a pig, I just hadn’t really eaten much in the past few days. And then I used a lot of magic.” So, she was hungry enough to eat a horse and he was a good cook. A compliment he smiled at as he promised, “Oh I love it and I’m glad you enjoyed it beautiful. I’ll only be gone for a couple hours, but I’ll be back soon.”

Nodding, she brought their plates to the sink. It was as she was putting up the mug, she’d washed that he watched his pants fall. Shapely legs on display, he thought she’d rush to pick them up but instead she just kicked them up and left them on a chair.

Swallowing hard, Henry breathed in, “You know, you can come over here. If I’m not making it obvious enough, I want you to do more than look.” Out.

And he was there.

Picking her up as her legs came around his waist, Henry hugged him to her. He wondered for a second if she knew he’d been hanging in there by a thread and then as her sexy giggle washed over him, he smirked. Because of course she did.

Kissing her gratefully as she moaned his name softly, he watched her take his shirt off. No bra, it was just her t**s staring back at him making him knock kneed like a teenager.

Shit.

“You’re killing me.” Her language, a language she wasn’t as shy in, slipped out and the words washed over his skin. Because as the meaning tried to land in his brain naturally from his connection through her, Henry sighed out as his erection through his pajama pants tried to spring out and greet her.

An introduction Katherine grew excited for as she kissed him and he started to forget himself. Consideration out the window, he pushed her back and as she laid under him, Katherine’s back arched as his kiss on her chest made her sigh, “I want you to. Mate me.”

On the kitchen table, claws digging into the wood, Henry almost did as she accepted him. Hands in his pants and stroking his d**k harder, he was about to be inside of her, until there was a knock. Pulling from each other shocked, as she sat up, he pulled away as she covered herself. And as he struggled to get his d**k down, Henry stumbled to the door, “Looks like Dorian decided to just come to you.”

Not knowing whether to be happy or angry at her friend’s interruption, Henry opened the door after she was dressed in his clothes and turned before Dorian could notice his obvious trouble.

“I gotta get dressed. I’m in the shower.” He needed a minute. A strong walk to the bathroom later, Henry was turning on the shower quick.

It was thirty of them later he was out of the shower, dressed, and heading out the door. “I’ll see you later, and if you need me. Call me.” He kissed her gently and she waved goodbye as Dorian mocked them making Henry leave laughing.

“Well, you two are nauseating. Way worse than Camille and Elijah, those horndogs won’t quit.” Blushing since she knew the appeal now, Katherine shrugged helplessly, “You can’t help it.” She laughed shyly as Dorian gasped at her in mock scandal, “Madame, that is not how ladies speak. How dare you participate in such scandalous conversation?”

Rolling her eyes, Katherine patted her cheeks and Dorian grinned happy to see his friend had something to be happy about. A little too happy, making him wonder, “Did you two…?”

Letting his question hang Katherine realized what he was saying and shivered, “No. I mean he’s done stuff…for me, but…we haven’t had s*x yet.” Dorian grinned, “And you’re waiting for what, permission? Girl the Alaskan bull is more than willing. Don’t tell me you have second guesses?”

Katherine laughed breathlessly, “None, Henry is so great for me Dorian.” She thought about it and realized, “From the moment I met him, he’s had my back, defended me, and just…taken up for me in ways that I didn’t even know I wanted. Needed.” She blushed feeling so special as she whispered, “He wanted to go to war for me, but I just want him to trust me when I tell him who I am. Not what everyone else has said out of f*****g boredom. And he does. He’s given me that respect and I just, goddess above I think I’m falling so in love with that man.”

Her man.

Just the thought of him made her skin flush and her body ache for him to be back.

She was turned on and she needed to feel him. He was burning her alive with the desire to feel him inside of her and all on her skin. But she needed it.