I am Wolf
Chapter Twenty-Two

SASHA

My heart is racing as he leads us into the communal shower; holding my hand, our fingers are laced as our bare feet pad against the cold concrete floor. It's all dimly lit in here, but we can still see everything perfectly,

"Are you sure everyone's out?" Turning to look at me as he continues moving forward, he nods his head with a reassuring smile,

"Yeah, I don't exactly know what they're training for, but right now, I'm not complaining," I nod and bite down against my bottom lip. I'm feeling nervous, but I'm still floating on cloud nine after what went down in his room.

Wolf and I- an instant blush forms against my cheeks when I think back at how I moaned his name while he kept thrusting into me, and a sudden longing, aching pressure instantly begins building up again, forcing me to push my knees together when we come to stand before a row of showers.

I watch him intently as he turns the tap, which instantly has ice-cold water shooting out of the faucet. As it splashes against my bare legs, I gasp in response before taking a quick step back.

Wolf chuckles as he begins regulating the water temperature until a steady cloud of steam starts rising into the air above our heads,

"Come," He murmurs, a deep rumbling sound reverberating from his chest, which instantly travels straight to my core, causing a tingly sensation to throb longingly for him.

I'm still clutching the towel around my chest when Wolf casually drops the one around his waist, causing my breath to hitch in my throat when my eyes lower to his perfectly chiseled body. I gulp; even though I just had him a short while ago, it's as if I'm only now fully able to appreciate the perfection of the man standing before me.

Wolf is tanned and sculpted like a god; his chiseled lines are sinfully perfect. I can't help but wet my lips in anticipation as my body itches to get closer to him.

He steps in under the steady stream of warm water as it sprays against his body. The second he turns around to face me with a mischievous grin forming against his lips, my eyes drop past his perfectly chiseled Adonis belt to his cock. All the air rushes right out of my lungs as my eyes widen in response.

I still can't believe that his thick length fitted inside of me earlier; his girth is both almightily thick and sizable and as it stands to attention like a soldier as if it's seeking me out, I can't help but lick my lips as a shudder runs down my spine in anticipation.

"Like what you see?" He murmurs in a husky voice, and my eyes instantly shoot up to his; my cheeks flush when I notice his wolf swirling around in specs of gold and something else I can't quite place, something more profound than just his beast.

The heat travels straight to my core, and I'm like a magnet, drawn to him the second I drop the towel and slowly take one step forward as I move in his direction.

His eyes are like a predator stalking its prey the moment he begins to circle me. As I come to stand right beneath the water as it sprays down against my skin, its warmth is welcoming when a tentative moan pushes up my throat.

Wolf comes to stand right behind me, never once taking his eyes off me; I can physically feel his heat as it radiates off him; he hasn't even touched me, and it feels like an inferno is scorching my skin.

Between the warmth of the water spraying down my front and the heat of his body only inches away from touching me, I'm dizzy with lust and desire for him as my heart begins pounding faster inside my ribcage. I swear anticipating his touch is more torturous than wanting it, and as he slowly dips his head until his lips are hovering right beside my ear, the rumbling sound of his beast growling in a low purr has heat pooling between my legs, forcing my legs together with a moan,

"I can smell how aroused you are, princess," his little nickname for me bugged me before when he referred to me as my father's princess, but not anymore; now it kinda gets me hot and bothered when he refers to me as his princess.

The second his fingertips gently stroke against my bare flesh, a shiver instantly runs through me, and the dominance of this man, the unexplainable power he holds within him with just a single touch, is unlike anything I've ever experienced before in my life, as it claims my body, mind, and soul, bounding it all to him and him alone, my wolf keeps growling possessively behind my chest,

Mine.

The warmth of the water and the touch of his skin, as his hard chest pushes against my back, has me leaning into his hold; when suddenly I feel his brutal strength going against the slit of my cheeks, it's exhilarating, and the heat from Wolf's dominating force on me suddenly has heat almost dripping in between my legs like never before as soft moans of need escape my lips.

The moment he gently moves my hair to the side, trailing tender kisses down my neck, collarbone, and shoulder, his fingers trail down my arm, eliciting sparks of pleasure that burn me up from the inside out.

His hunger for me is insatiable, and I feel the same about him. Every part of my body aches to be touched by him, and I've never felt this way before.

No one has ever touched me in the way he does, and I don't care if he's a mutt; I don't care if he doesn't have a pack where he belongs or if he doesn't have any rank. None of that matters to me; it's how he makes me feel. I'm in love with him.

There's something about Wolf that doesn't make sense, though. The power rippling beneath the surface of his skin; it radiates with authority, commanding respect, and yet- it shouldn't.

His aura, the pure essence radiating off of him, makes me question everything I've ever been taught about rogues, and even if my choosing Wolf means that I will no longer be welcome back in my pack, that I would be shunned by pack wolves and chased away from the only life I've ever known, it wouldn't matter to me.

I'm standing here and basking in the glory of this godlike man, the way his fingertips tenderly dance across my skin, and before I can stop myself, the question leaves my lips in a gentle whisper,

"Are you sure you're a rogue?" He stills, his fingers stopping midway up my arm, lingering there momentarily; he doesn't move. I can hear his breath against my ear; it causes a shiver to course through my entire body when his voice comes out in a husky rumble,

"Why would you ask me that?" And even his tone at this moment is more profound than before, animalistic and commanding as it radiates power.

"You're scent," I breathe, tilting my head to the side. I slowly breathe him in as the water continues to spray down against my skin, "You don't smell like a mutt; something is radiating from you, Wolf; it's unlike anything I've ever felt before; it isn't rogue, I'm not even sure you could call it pack, it's like it's more than even alpha."

Those words linger in the air, and I don't even know why I said them because it doesn't make sense. There are pack wolves and rogue mutts; that's it. There's never been anything more than that, and yet, I can feel more in him, something deeper, something so profoundly ancient that it has my soul shuddering and aching to be close to it.

He takes me by surprise the second he spins me around, shoving me up against the wall behind me with his body pressing up against mine as a quick gasp pushes past my lungs, his hands slamming against the concrete on either side of me, caging me in as his carnal eyes pierce mine. This action would scare any other she-wolf, but I've never been so turned on before in my life.

I see it then; the specs of gold dancing across the irises of his eyes are laced with a deep and raw red, like staring into the cardinal prisms of a scarlet explosion.

He's so beautiful that I could come undone merely by staring at him, and the moment a low growl reverberates through his chest, I shudder at the dominance radiating through him when he grumbles,

"What do you mean, princess?"

That voice- oh, that voice... heat pools deep inside of me; it has my pussy aching desperately as the throbbing need pulses through the core of my soul.

Breathy little pants escape my lips as I dart my tongue out to lick them, and I can feel my wolf shimmering in my eyes as I keep them fixed on his. She's excited by his presence as he holds her captivated and pining for more.

I can feel more within me, too; whatever is inside me is presenting itself in my eyes, swirling around violently as it yearns to be intertwined with what's deep inside of him. It begins radiating down my arms as a haze of blue sapphire slowly stretches out around us.

"You're not a rogue, Wolf; you're more..." The words purr past my lips like a confession to something I know deep inside to be accurate but can't explain, and his beast betrays the lie Wolf has been told all his life; the moment the red deepens to something more, it's like I should know who he is, my wolf wants to bow her head in submission to this ancient and powerful wolf standing before me, but whatever this is, the beast standing behind the man is something, a knowledge that's been lost to all the alpha packs I've ever known.

"What kind of beast are you, Wolf?" I breathe the words as I feel his hand gently stroking my face, but before I can process the truth lingering between us, he crashes his lips to mine so hungrily it takes my breath away, claiming my lips in a scorching kiss having me forget my own name for a moment.

He slowly pulls his lips away, leaving me longing and whining for more when he grumbles,

"I don't know-"

Chaos suddenly creates harmony as his lips slam against my own with such hunger and desperate need for my own that my legs buckle beneath the weight of his presence. He starts devouring and claiming my mouth as a beast starved for it, his tongue diving into my mouth, sliding along the inside of my own as it sweeps in search of the flesh it seeks to claim as his. I mewl into his mouth, desperate to have him and all of him; as my legs move on their own accord, I lift myself to wrap them around his waist.

His lips devour mine in a carnal state so wild it feels like I'm on fire everywhere he touches me. My arms are wrapped around his neck, and I feel his rock-hard cock rubbing up against my heat,

"Please, Wolf, please-" I whimper into his mouth, my need for him so desperately hungry that I will surely die if he doesn't claim my body right now.

His carnal eyes replace mine, locking me in as he lowers his hand between our bodies, fisting his cock as he begins stroking it, and the anticipation is killing me.

Lining it up with my entrance, a shudder runs through my body, and something in his eyes makes me want to lose myself when he breathes,

"Mine," before plunging the entire length of his cock into me, instantly muffling the scream tearing from my throat with his mouth as he fills me up; tears stinging behind my eyes as a slight sting tears through my body, only to be replaced with a sensation so desperately beautiful that I never want him to stop.

Not waiting for me to recover, Wolf pulls back and instantly thrusts back into me as he continues swallowing my cries.

I feel so full as he stretches me out, so intense and overwhelmed that the force of his thrusts is claiming not only my body but also my soul; I'm being engulfed in all that he is, drowning in his soul and never wanting to come up for air.

Wolf is claiming my entire body as his, and I love every moment; this feeling inside me is beyond the sparks I feel whenever he touches me. This energy is building into something more powerful and raw than what happened in his room earlier.

I'm lost in him, every bad memory of what has happened in the past forty-eight hours slipping away, and as it continues to build and build, conquering its way like a skyline reaching for the heavens. I suddenly feel a prickly sensation of my canines descending; it startles me. I've never had this happen before. My wolf, she wants to claim him; she wants to mark him as ours. I know I shouldn't act impulsively; I should stop and pull back. We should talk about this, but without even thinking, I bite down against the soft skin just above his collarbone, piercing the skin as my canines plunge deep into him. I taste his blood, the coppery taste of metallic tang lingering against my tongue as the serum of my mark begins seeping into his bloodstream. He freezes, groaning deeply as his hold around me tightens. Realizing what I'm doing, he doesn't pull away; instead, he grunts the second he replaces his release, shooting his warmth deep into me with a rumble of thunder as it vibrates through my soul. My body shudders as I rocket over the edge, my walls clamping down around his cock, my body shivering with my release... and for a moment, we both still as I see stars; our breathing is laboured and heavy when I finally pull back, releasing my hold on him to lick at the place where I've just marked him.

Mine.

My wolf preens with proud excitement inside of me.

Mine.

Wolf pulls back just enough as his eyes replace mine, the adoration sparkling wildly with surprise and wonder when he murmurs,

"Mine," and I can see it is swirling around inside his carnal eyes; the dominance to claim me instantly has me bowing my head to the side in submission and exposing my neck to him.

I know what Caius said to him last night, not to mark me, that it was his right to claim me and not Wolf's. If he kills me, then so be it. I would rather die with my mate's mark on my neck than die at the hands of Caius using me for his evil plans.

A shudder runs through Wolf's body as his breath hitches in his throat, and then, as his eyes lower down at my neck, his mouth gently descends against it. His lips tenderly begin kissing and lapping at the soft flesh, and a breathy, needy moan escapes my lips when I whisper,

"Please-"

I instantly feel his dick twitch inside me, and my hips buck forward, indicating what I want from him.

A low growl reverberates through him as he thrusts deep into me again, the sensual pleasure having me gasp in response; the feeling instantly has me climbing a new high as he starts pumping into me harder and more profoundly than before. I moan his name as I hold onto him for dear life; my body feels like it could combust into flames at any moment as he continues thrusting into me, pounding steadily as the ecstatic rhythm begins driving me delirious with the need for him to claim me as his.

He's still tenderly sucking at my sensitive skin, thrusting hard into my tight channel, and I'm trying to hold out, but I feel like I could go over the edge at any second; the electric blue haze again begins to flow around us from me, and it only intensifies the already euphoric feeling swirling around our bodies.

Suddenly- I feel it and know what comes next; his sharp canines graze the area where he's about to bite, and then- he does, and my world falls silent.

The sharp pain of his canines piercing my skin makes me gasp loudly; it burns as it slices through my soft flesh in search of the place it needs to claim. As a shudder runs through my body, I tighten my hold around him. I want to scream, but no sound comes out as I instantly go over the edge, riding my orgasm in waves as I come crashing down, and he replaces his release again as his cock throbs violently within the inner channels of my soul. It's pain and pleasure all wrapped up in one as his canines descend even more profoundly deeper than they were; I can feel the cooling effect of his serum coming from his canines as he claims me, and I swear I go off again, my inner walls spasming in fits of pleasure around his rock hard girth.

He's marking me.

Tears sting behind my eyes as my bottom lip wobbles; a mind link instantly snaps into place between us as he slowly pulls away before gently lapping at the area he just freshly marked as his.

Pulling back, his eyes lower until they lock with my own, and I hear his voice as its mind links me with the warmth of his tender heart when he breathes,

"I love you."

My soul shudders as it explodes into a world that is only his and mine when I breathe,

"I love you too."

We're completely wrapped up at this moment, him and I as our wolves peer back at each other, and I'm lost in him, and the world falls away as my thumb gently runs across his bottom lip. I've never been this happy, not ever- My eyes are still fixed on the warmth of his own as he stares back into my soul when a shrill scream tears through the air, pulling us out of our moment of pure heaven when a voice screams from behind us.

"Wolf! What the fuck have you done?!"

We both freeze when he links me,

"Mason." And I can't move; I'm still empaled against the wall with his cock securely lodged into me. "Fuck," that word reverberates through his throat and has me blinking in response when everything comes crashing down around us.

When he turns his head to look at her, she's already gone, and his wide eyes shoot back to mine, and I can see the instant panic in them when he grumbles,

"She'll tell Caius."

I'm still coming down from my high as I look up at him; the names Mason and Caius are not what I want to hear when my mate's dick is still buried deep inside me.

But it's like I instantly sober up as I unhook my legs from around his waist, lowering myself to the ground. My heart starts racing, and all I can do is stare into his eyes when I breathe,

"What do we do now?"