The Runaway Breeder

Chapter 41

The vehicle coming to a stop, and the tingles of a gentle kiss on my lips wake me from my slumber. Groggily, I look around, noticing the familiar street and our home still decorated for Halloween. Tears of joy fill my eyes and slowly trickle down my face while strong arms pull me in for a long hug.

Despite Rex driving faster than the speed limit permitted to distance ourselves from Pine Paw, it took our pack two and a half days to return to Bloodsvain. Tate wanted to keep driving all through the night, to get me home as soon as possible, but Rex suggested we stay at a motel the first night because of the wolfsbane coursing through my body. And so with reluctance, Tate agreed to Rex’s suggestion. Settling into a comfortable room, I spent the night dozing in and out of sleep, not able to fully find the release of a deep slumber even with my battered and exhausted body. Every time I would fall asleep, I would find myself back in the cottage with Sam above my body that is chained to the familiar wooden bed. Each time that scene repeated itself, I would scream awake from the nightmare, waking Tate who slept beside me and sending him into a panic state as he holds me close until my sobbing ends.

After going through ten nightmares, Tate decided that it would be best to leave the motel and continue to drive home. He refused to let me be alone for a second as I spent the majority of the drive in his lap with his fingers running through my hair. His touch made me feel safe and secure long enough to get some sleep and keep the nightmares at bay for a few brief moments. The only time away from him during our mad drive home would be when we stopped to grab gas and snacks, and I would excuse myself to use the lady’s room. Tate’s main priority was caring for me, his mate. With the security of being by his side and the closer we were to home, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep without nightmares interrupting me.

“Good morning, baby girl.” Tate whispers, gently brushing my hair out of my face.

“Welcome home.” He continues, kissing the top of my head and giving me a reassuring smile. The door opens with Rex greeting us as Tate climbs out of the van still carrying me. The autumn wind breezes by, causing me to shiver from the cold even with the blanket stolenfrom the motel wrapped around me. Taking in the familiar scents and the decoration that I spent a whole day setting out, I try my best to stifle my relieved sobs. I am home.

Tate rushes us inside, the warm air embracing me as I take in the scent of our home, closing my eyes and opening again to make sure this wasn’t a dream. The scent of Tate and I are stale, but Julia’s is still fresh in the air as well as Chris and Jack. Right now, the house held no sounds except the two of us breathing. I was happy with having just Tate and I home, not wanting to deal with a crowd of people.

“Can we go for a shower together? I just need to wash the memories away, and it just to be us for the moment.” I whisper out, my voice crackling and trembling.

“Please, Tate, help me forget, baby.” I plead, wanting my for my mate to take away the horrible experience and love me. I rest my head on Tate’s shoulder and kiss his mark. I need his touch and love right now. I need my mate.

“Sure, sounds like a good idea.” He answers, carrying me up the stairs and into our bedroom past our comfortable bed and to the bathroom where he sets me down on the marble counter with a chaste kiss. Turning away from me to start the shower, I watch Tate’s body move to complete the task. I drop the blanket from around me and carefully remove the long sleeve shirt from my body, watching as Tate also removes his blood-soaked clothing. I will ask him to have everything covered in blood taken away later and burned, not wanting any memories of Pine Paw left in our home. Tate turns to face me, a smile on his face after checking the temperature of the water.

“Come here, baby.” He whispers, opening his arms. I hop down from my perch, taking those few steps into those safe, familiar arms and burying my face into his chest—the only part that didn’t have blood on him.

“Anything you want to do today, we’ll do. Don’t worry about our pup. Eeva has Julia for the day to give you some time to relax.” He whispers, his face buried in my hair, taking in my scent. I feel each of his muscles relax a little more with each deep breath he takes, his arms pulling me even closer to him. This past week without me must have been hard on Tate, and I could only imagine the worry and anxiety he’s gone through with me kidnapped and taken away.

“Okay.” I mumble into his warm skin, kissing it gently before I pull away.

“Now, let’s get cleaned up.” I add with a giggle as I step into the warm spray, Tate following me in soon after. The water turns red immediate from all the blood and I grab a bar of soap, lathering Tate with it. It takes a while to massage the soap into his body, scrubbing away the stress of the past week and rinsing off the blood until finally he stands before me clean and shiny. Even his soft hair is free of blood after a long shampoo. Exhaustion and dark circles hide in his eyes, making my heart throb with slight pain knowing he did not get much sleep. We both need some pampering with each other later.

“My turn to clean you, sweetheart.” He announces playfully, taking the soap from my hands and putting it on the built-in shower shelf beside him before spinning me around. At first I am confused until I feel his fingers massage my scalp and realize he is washing my hair. Leaning my head back and closing my eyes as he rinsed the chestnut locks clean, I take in his pampering and know he needs to take care of me just as much as I need to take care of him. He repeats his movements with conditioner, and when I thought he was going to rinse it out, he pulls my hair to the side. Before I know it, he massages soap into my back getting stiff, tensed muscles I didn’t know I had until his expert hands find them and releases the pent up tension inside me.

Finally he rinses my hair when he removes the soap suds from my back. I try to turn and face him but he stops me, pulling my clean back flush against him as his soapy hands massage the top of my chest and shoulders. He trails his fingers along my sides over to my stomach before returning to cup my breast, where he massages the skin clean, gently tugging and pinching my nipples, causing a flushed heat of pleasure to shoot through my body as I let out a slow sensual moan. His lips press against my neck where my mate mark is situated, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin, causing my knees to weaken.

“What do you say we go and have some adult fun after our shower, and I show you how much I worship not only you but your body, mind, and soul as well?” He whispers seductively into my ear, nipping my ear lobe gently.

“I say hurry up and get me clean then.” I reply back, my voice laced with lust as my arm snakes up and around his neck. The rest of the shower is a soapy blur as Tate moves as fast as he can to get me clean. The water is shut off quickly as soon as the soap and conditioner is gone, and I find myself wrapped a towel held in Tate’s arms. He grabs a few dry towels that he throws across the bed before depositing me in the middle, quickly removing the towel from my body before he climbs ontop of the matress. Quickly he finds his place between my legs and massages the tip of his hard cock against me, making me moan again as need built.

He takes his time though, kissing every inch of my body, suckling my breasts as his fingers find a steady rhythm inside me. He kisses his way down my body and swaps his fingers for his tongue, licking and tasting me until I come against his mouth, screaming his name as I grip the wet towels. When I settle back down from the euphoric high, I find him between my legs, smirking as he spreads them wider with his tip against my wet pussy.

“Ready?” He asks playfully, making me giggle and smile.

“For you, always.” He chuckles at my sweet reply and slowly pushes inside me, my moan of pleasure mixed with his as he fits perfectly inside. The base of his cock is pressed to my wet lips as he grinds against me for a few minutes, my body tensing from the pleasure he is building. Finally, he starts moving, wrapping my legs around his waist as he starts a slow thrust, building up the speed until he is bent over nipping my neck and amplifying the pleasure as he bites down on my mark while thrusting hard and fast into me. More orgasms rip through my body as I clutch and claw at his back and shoulders, finding my release screaming his name, and hearing him moan mine.

Finally, I feel him tense above me, and the spot he has been favouring on my neck heats up where he bites down once again. The sensation makes me tumble over the edge of ecstasy with him. His seed spills into me as I bite down on the base of his neck where his mate mark already resides, the mate bond strengthening further. We lay there panting, myself curled into his side, the towels now on the ground as the blanket covers us, and I sigh with content. This is where I belong.

“I love you, Tate.” I whisper, drawing small circles on his chest.

“And I love you, Laina.” He whispers back, pulling me closer to him. Soon his breathing evens out, and I look up to see him fast asleep. Giggling softly, I snuggling into him and join Tate for some much needed rest.