Chapter Eight

 

Hannah opened the fridge and found bottled water and a lonely five pack of beer. She was relieved to find the freezer stocked full of TV dinners. She pulled one out and checked the expiration. Seeing it was still good, she pulled out another and prepared them for the microwave. If this was all those men were eating no wonder they were excited about real food. Hannah found a box of plastic silverware, set their food on the counter, and waited for Adam to come back inside their little cabin.

Hannah’s mind wandered. What had Mr. Atwood had meant when he said Adam hadn’t claimed her yet? Did Adam change his mind and not want her after all? Hannah tried to push her doubts aside when Adam walked in. He smiled, and she couldn’t help but smile back.

“That smells really good actually. I’m starving.”

“Me too. I think we have enough Salisbury steak meals to last us until the apocalypse.” She handed him a fork as he sat down next to her.

“Thanks, Hon,” he said before he dug into his tray and wolfed down his food.

Hannah’s stomach flip-flopped, which just confused her even more.

“What did your dad mean when he said you haven’t claimed me yet?” 

“You heard that?” He sighed, and Hannah’s stomach dropped.

“You don’t want me anymore.”

“What are you—” He caught her gaze, and she watched as his flashed yellow. “How can you still think that?”

“What’s a claiming mark?” she countered and watched his eyes widen before he pushed the trays aside and he grabbed her arms and pulled her against him.

He growled before his lips crashed into hers. She didn’t resist him when he lifted her up, and she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist.

“I love you so fucking much. Don’t ever doubt that,” he implored as he lowered her onto the bed that was only steps away. “I want what we had. I want what we have now. I want all of you. I’m yours.” He pulled her dress over her head. She helped him pull off her bra and lifted her hips so he could pull off her panties. “You’re mine.” Hannah tingled all over when his heated gaze devoured her naked body. “I need to be inside of you. I won’t have you doubting me,” he declared before he pulled his t-shirt over his head with one hand and quickly unbuttoned his jeans.

She needed that connection again, too, and she grew wet when she remembered him inside of her. Hannah’s lids drooped as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slick slit until he was covered with her cream. He easily slid through her folds and entered her in one measured thrust. Hannah couldn’t help but cry out at the invasion, her muscles flexing and spasming uncontrollably at the fullness. He held her still.

“Are you okay?” His fangs hung over his bottom lip, and need coursed through her. She wanted him to bite her. His eyes flashed yellow to blue as he fought for control, which made her burn even hotter. She wanted him to lose it. She wanted all of him.

“Yes.” She arched her back and flexed her hips. They both groaned when she moved on his cock, and he gripped her hip, holding her steady as he leaned down to suck her nipple. Pleasure built as he slowly pulled his hips away only to pound himself deep inside of her, again and again.

“Adam!” she screamed out.

****

“Bite me,” Hannah panted out, and Adam nearly choked when his wolf reared up and he almost lost his skin. His fangs pulsed, and he couldn’t stop them from lengthening at her words. Adam looked down at his mate in disbelief and slowed his thrusts to a stop.

“What did you say?” He tried to process what she’d said and held still inside of her. She looked him straight in the eye.

“Bite me.”

His balls tightened, and he tried not to come. “Why would you say that?” he gritted out. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” He hadn’t intended on giving her the claiming mark tonight. He thought she needed more time, but she shook her head and furrowed her brows.

“I don’t know? There’s something inside of me, saying to let you bite me,” she explained.

He groaned and his hips spasmed. He thrust once before he was able to gain control and hold still again. “If I do you’re mine, forever. Do you understand, Hannah? You’ll be my mate,” he panted out, and his grip on her tightened as he fought with is wolf.

“I already am.” She turned her head and bared her throat for him.

Adam roared out and thrust. He’d finally lost control. Adam let his wolf take over as he leaned down and sank his fangs into her bared neck, binding them together, forever.

“Adam!” She grunted out his name, and she came hard all over his cock in a gush of wetness.

Her muscles squeezed his own rapture from him, and he felt his cum shoot deep into his mate’s womb with gut-wrenching squirts of ecstasy. His breath was fast and heavy, and he growled against her skin before he released her from his bite. He licked and kissed his claiming mark and blinked back tears when looked down at his mate, his wife.

“Do you feel it?” he whispered.

He was overcome with emotion and closed his eyes when she reached up and touched his cheek. He didn’t try to stop the tears that fell as he leaned into her touch. He had his Hannah back.

“Yes, I feel it.” She gently wiped his cheek with her thumb before she pulled him down and kissed him.

“Mine.” He and his wolf growled against her lips.

“And you’re mine,” she said.

When she claimed him back it sent a jolt of pleasure straight through his middle. Adam grinned when her blue eyes widened, his cock pulsing and hardening inside of her. His balls tingled as he readied to take her again until he saw the small cringe in her eyes when he moved.

“I should have been gentler. Are you okay?”

Hannah nodded. “You were perfect.”

“I know that, but are you okay? Do you hurt?”

“Adam!” She laughed and swatted at his chest before her smile turned shy. “Maybe a little sore, but it still feels really good,” she assured him, but he shook his head.

“I need to let you heal before we do this again. I don’t want you hurting at all.” He gently pulled himself out of her. “Don’t move. I’ll take care of you.”

****

Adam returned moments later with a wet cloth, and Hannah’s heart swelled with love as he wiped her sensitive skin with gentle care before he dimmed the lights and crawled in bed beside her. He pulled her close so her back was pressed up against his naked front.

“Is that you?” She touched her chest.

“Yes, I can feel you, too.” He reached over and took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together. “We’re connected now, bonded, and we’ll feel each other’s strongest emotions.” He lifted her hand and kissed it. “It’s a part of being mated to a shifter.”

“I like that,” she told him, and she did. They had something special. “Will I turn into a wolf?”

He shook his head. “No, as far as I know you have to be born a shifter. I’ve never met a turned one before.”

“Okay.” She felt relieved and disappointed. While she wasn’t sure wanted to become a wolf, she wanted him to be happy. “Are you sure your wolf’s not upset I’m not a wolf?” She glanced over her shoulder, and his blue eyes flashed yellow.

“Stop it. I can feel you upsetting yourself.” He hugged her, and warmth spread in her chest. “Hannah Bobannah, it doesn’t matter to me if you’re a shifter or not. All that matters to me is you are you, and you are mine.”