Being driven home, I'd kept Sage pinned to me, straddling my lap. But even sitting like this, it wasn't enough. Nothing would be enough until I was buried balls deep inside her.

It also did nothing to quell the unease that shifted through our bond. Each desperate kiss from her lips told a story. Something was eating away at her, worrying her. It vibrated through the tense lines of her body.

Even so, her hands couldn't keep still. They roamed as if mapping out my body, relearning the feel of me.

My hair.

My face.

My body.

Wherever she could reach, she touched.

My wolf hummed out his contentment. Not only with our connection re-established, but with Sage in my arms rubbing her body in sweet torture over my dick. She was lucky I hadn't impaled her already. She thought she was safe with her family travelling in the car with us. But if she kept on cock-teasing, she would be in for a surprise.

Maybe I should put her over my lap and spank her arse pink? And if she thought her clothing would save her, then she thought wrong. "Dirty girl," I growled as Sage bit my lower lip, a gentle bite, but sharp enough to make me moan. She eased back, staring at me with lust-drunk eyes and I grinned before reclaiming her mouth as she whispered my name sweetly.

"I've missed this," I gritted out as she nudged up my chin to suck on my throat before teasing her tongue upwards to nibble on my earlobe. "Oh fuck," and I pressed my hips up, my painfully stiff dick searching for some friction and leaking all over the damn place.

Thank fuck it was Pearl driving us home and not Sylar's driving miss fucking Daisy skills. She'd floored the pedal, treating the winding country roads like it was the Monaco Grand Prix. I, for one, was grateful although her mate, Cass, cursed out a few times, seemingly not impressed with her motoring skills.

I would thank her later.

Arriving home, I barked out orders to anyone who was listening on what to do with Elaine and those two half-wit clones.

I would deal with them later, much later. First order of business. Reclaiming what's mine.

Carrying Sage upstairs, my movements agile and lightning quick. Inside our bedroom, I turned, kicking the door closed, and pressed her up against it. "Fuck. Love you, need you," I breathed, kissing the words against her lips.

"Love you," she whispered back, her fingers gripping my biceps.

Inhaling deeply. The familiar surroundings of my home eased into my lungs, filling me with a comfort I never realised I'd missed until they had ripped it from me. Running my lips across Sage's throat, her scent had the same affect, but along with that comfort was an arousal that set a fire inside me enough to burn down the fucking world. She's my heart. My addiction. The other half of my fucking soul.

And in the middle of feeling all that, there was one other thing I'm happy about. I couldn't scent him on her.

Four.

The fucker that's been living with my family. Impersonating me.

But would I even scent him? Seven hadn't smelled weird or off. So I had to assume Four wouldn't either. Fuck. I kept telling myself she wouldn't  have fucked him. But I had to face the truth sometime, I couldn't rule it out.

First thing I'd done when it clicked that it was Sage on the rooftop was to look at her throat. The relief that I saw no new markings was something I couldn't put into words. Only the scarring of my mark. My claim on her.

Still though, nagging doubt filled my head with images, and a sharp pain lanced through the heart of me, poisoning my blood as I thought of his hands on her.

Touching.

Kissing.

Tasting.

And it's like a fucking splash of ice-cold water and my wolf snarled his disgust at someone other than us being with her.

She was mine.

But what if that wasn't true any longer?

That fucktard, Seven had insisted Four would fill my shoes in every way and Sage wouldn't know.

After leaving the rooftop, Sage had followed me into the nearest bathroom so I could rinse the blood off me and, thank christ, wash out my mouth. Whilst in there, I told her what would happen to Elaine and the clones once I'd finished questioning them.

But Sage had planted herself between me and the washbasin and wrapped one delicate hand around my wrist and the other cupped my cheek. She asked, no, pleaded with me not to hurt them—either of them.

I'd stood there a long time before agreeing with one sharp nod. But I wasn't fucking happy about it.

They were freaks of nature—never mind how good looking they were.

She did, however, agree when I insisted they didn't travel back in the car with us. If I had to deal with them breathing down my neck, staring at Sage, I wouldn't have been able to stop my hands from wrapping around their throats. It was bad enough that we had to bring them back here—to our home.

Sylar found another car and Misha got it started. They tossed the wolf of my mother, correction, the bitch in the boot and the fucktards climbed into the back seat.

I couldn't, however, stop thinking—why did she care? She'd not batted an eyelid seeing Calder or the clone of her dead grandfather ripped apart.

Attempting to quell the errant thoughts, I brought myself back to now, the moment that I'd thought about almost hourly since I'd woken up in that place.

Head in the game, sunshine.

And although my mind recoiled, my body needed her more.

"Hunter," Sage moaned as I had her pinned to the door, my bare muscular legs framing hers, pressing my cock into the seam of her thighs.

Why are her clothes still on?

Fuck. I'm losing my touch.

I'd ridden back home as naked as the day I was born. None of her family took notice, as they'd all seen me butt-naked over the years.

"Naked," I said between kisses. The black silk of her blouse clung to her body like a second skin, a product of her being held by me since from the second I pulled her into my arms, realising it was her and not some fucked up dream.

"Oui," she mumbled and her hands shifted between us, fumbling with her buttons.

Bollocks to that. She can buy new as I extended my nail sliced right through the soft material.

"Ooh," she gasped, the material dropping from her body revealing a pretty lace bra, her nipples hard, testing the fabric. With a smirk, I sliced through it to watch it fall aside to reveal her perfect tits.

"Fuck, I've missed you, yeah."

"Missed you more mon coeur."

"These off." She slipped down my body, creating a little space, tugging the leggings, wiggling her hips, shimmying them down, making her tits jiggle, much to my delight.

My mouth fucking watered. I was like a man in a desert, desperate to drink.

You can be sure I'm gonna gorge myself stupid, drink till I'm drunk on her.

She looked up, triumphant, naked, and I'm all over her. My hands roaming, stroking upward before dipping and sucking a nipple into my mouth. A smile played with my lips and I let go, moving my head to watch her. One hand drifted between her legs, her breath caught as my other hand cuffed her throat, holding it there before my grip loosened then skimmed downward to run a knuckle across the curve of her breast, circling the hard nipple around and around loving the little gasps falling from her lips. Circling her clit, I mades sure not to apply any pressure, yet.

Sage's gasps came in shocked pants and rasped cries. She squirmed against my hand. "Please Hunter."

"Please what, baby?"

"Bed," she mumbled. "I need you inside me."

My lips slipped along her jaw, up to her ear. "I can't be gentle. Not for the first time. It's gonna be a fast and dirty fuck." I warned her.

I'm telling her this because my wolf hadn't surrendered all his control. If I checked out my eyes right now, they'd still be black. He needs this just as much as me.

"Anything... I'm yours."

And there it was again, in the back of my mind. Was that true—was she still only mine?

She might be his,  said the twisted voice inside my head.

Ice trickled down my spine, sending my beating heart into spasms.

But I know this— if she has given a part of herself to him, then I'm gonna burn that fucker from her blood, fuck her ruthlessly and fill her with my cum. 

I knew my thoughts were bordering on insanity right now.

"You sure, baby?"

I eased back so I could fix her in a heated stare. In her big blue eyes, all I saw was need.

The same need that burns inside me.

"You're not the only one who wants—needs control?"

What the fuck? Sage had never been demanding.

"You want control, baby?"

She nodded, and heat washed up and across my skin as her small palms pressed against my chest. Soft lips and sharp teeth nibbled on the ridge of my collarbone. But then, moving back, angling her head up with a slight tilt to her head. She looked every inch a warrior that I saw up on that rooftop, the way she'd smashed Elaine against the wall, again and again.

Nothing like my little sweet mate.

Why the sudden change?

Sage who was so good at keeping her emotions hidden, her appearance elegant and calm.

However, right now. That's all a lie. Her pulse beat furiously in her next, her quick shallow breaths are a tell too.

She's definitely hiding something. Was it to protect me? Or herself?

"Hunter—Non talking.  Talk later.  Fuck now!"

Trying to keep my head in the game, I had to admit Sage being demanding was sexy as fuck. She rarely cussed and hearing her say fuck had me almost busting a nut.

Forcing me backward, stepping with me, I reclaimed her waist in rough determination and she eliminated the space between us, ghosting my mouth with tiny kisses where what I wanted was to hunt hers, but she kept edging, teasing.

One step. Another. And when the soft bedding pressed into the back of my knees, Sage pushed me down and I took her with me.

Straddling me, she kept her hand pressed to my chest as I moved my dick against her slick heat.

The feel of having her hot cunt brought a rush of need to my bloodstream and my head and heart pounded faster with my wolf desires echoing in my head, competing for space.

She straightened on my lap, those glittering blues fixed on mine and then she tilted her hips, lifting and reached down, wrapping her soft fingers around my dick, dragging him up and down her slit. The head seared with her wetness, but going no further.

Was it my imagination or was she hesitating?

I should stop this and make her talk to me, but my dick and my wolf violently disagreed.

Trying to quieten my racing thoughts, I loosened a fifthly growl which ran both through my chest and down through my dick and her lips parted, her teeth denting her bottom lip as she felt it to and when I gripped her hips tightly, forcing her to still, my hips rose, my dick spread her open in readiness... but Sage hovered.

A heartbeat later and I was done waiting. I tugged her down and forced her to swallow my cock and we both sighed out and shuddered.

Tight.

Perfect.

Seated on my thighs, my dick throbbed and swelled inside her as her walls clamped onto me. Hard.

"Oh, oh... Ohhh, oui," she gasped. "Oui, oui, so good."

All other thoughts aside, I redirected my efforts into not blowing my load. Because, frankly, I would be lucky to last the time it took to boil a kettle.

I slid my hands up her sides, my touch rough, set on claiming her with my mouth, hands and my dick. My thumbs grazed the sides of her tits, cupping them in my large palms, my thumbs rubbing across her tight sweet nipples.

Sage didn't move.

"You wanted control, baby. Take it, it's yours."

She angled her head and smiled, but it didn't come close to touching her eyes.

"What are you waiting for?" I asked, raising my hips to bury my stiff, thick length deeper. Sage braced one hand on my shoulder, the other stayed flat on my chest.

She lifted and then slid back down and I thrusted up.

Fuck this. I needed more. "Fuck me, Sage."

And she did. Up and down. Riding me hard whilst I fucked into her. Our eyes locked and loaded on each other.

Her small pants joined my low deep groans, and we lost ourselves in each other moving in unison, my hands slid up and down her skin before settling my palms on her arse, squeezing and pulling her cheeks apart, spreading my fingers wide over her curves and helping her rise as my hips drove upward to spear her open each time she bottomed out.

But then she cut our connection, shutting her eyes to me as she uttered an apology.

She was sorry?

My heart damn well stuttered and my thrusts paused, finding myself a mess of confusion, my thoughts scattering and in turmoil.

"I'm so sorry, Hunter," she cried out again and kept repeating the words as she rode me hard but I'm stiff, (and no, I wasn't talking about my dick.) Frozen.

And the weight of her doubled. Not physically. It's the words she was keeping from me, pressing down on me as well as her building pleasure.

She was confessing.

But confessing what?

That she'd fucked him?

That he meant something to her?

The sheer magnitude of that reality had my heart shrivelling inside my chest. Both me and my wolf were in agreement of going finding him right now and ripping the fucker's head clean off.

But her words play on repeat... don't harm him.

Slowly, her eyes opened and met my guarded gaze.

I hadn't wanted to do this now. Deal with a reality I could never be prepared for.

Sage slowed and leaned forward, running her fingers through my hair, pushing the locks from my forehead, damp with perspiration. "I should have known," she admitted with a tremble in her voice.

Pain knotted in my throat as images of her and him filled my head.

My wolf howled at the injustice.

Her voice broke on the awfulness of it all. "Forgive me, Hunter."

Everything stopped. Tears welled, hazing the blue of her eyes and I tugged her down to me, clinging to her tightly, crushing her breasts against my chest, her dark hair falling into my face, ticking my skin.

My lips pressed against her ear, and I whispered. "You're mine Sage. And only mine. Never forget."

I hope that still held true when she confesses her sins.

Sage eased back, her lashes thick with wetness, and I swiped my thumb just under her eyes to capture the first tear.

But more followed.

"Hunter," the sorrow in her tone almost ripped the heart right from me.

More painful than what those bastards did to me back there. I could almost hear the laughter of that fucker, DuPonte. I'll destroy you, Hunter Stone.

He wasn't wrong.

She lifted her hand to my bristly cheek, running her thumb gently over my lips. "Nothing physical happened between us." Her cunt tensed, strangling my dick in the nicest way. "Well, not in the way you're thinking."

What?

The surprise on my face must have spoken volumes.

"You thought Four, and I... had sex?"

"Yeah," I admitted, growling. It also pissed me off she's referring to him by name. "Then why are you upset? Asking for forgiveness, Sage?"

Her hair flicked from side to side as she shook her head. "I'm sorry because I didn't realise sooner that it wasn't you. I saw what they did. You, lying on that table. Your heart beating out your chest for all to see." She sucked in a staggered breath. "I wasn't there with you to stop it."

Relief seeped into my bones, lifting both hands to frame her wet cheeks.

"Baby, you were always there." I reached for her hand and moved it to lie over my heart. "In here. It was you and the kids. You never left my mind for a second."

Her bottom lips quivered and her thighs trembled as I slipped my hand around the back of her neck and tugged her to me, our mouths meeting in a violent clash, my tongue seeking her, showing her she didn't need my forgiveness and all the worry just melted away to nothing.

I wrapped my hand in her hair and tugged our lips, parting. "Now. Ride my fucking dick."

Her flushed cheeks and with a slow roll of her hips, she gifted me a watery smile.

Fuck this. 'I've changed my mind." I braced her hips and flipped us over so I was now on top.

Her fingers moved to my shoulders, and I kissed her. Hard. My thoughts reaching out to hers. 'Your Body. Heart. Soul, and it includes your fucking orgasms. They're all mine.'

'Always... Forever,' she answered.

And I moved, slowly at first as her legs lifted and wrapped around me. Our bodies sliding against each other. Pleasure weaved between, becoming something more.

Sage pulsed around my dick, her fingers threading through my thick hair to rake her nails across my scalp. "You feel so good, baby," I cooed as she Oh'd and ooh'd.

"You too, Hunter... mon coeur."

My heart.

And I fucked her into her. Every shove of my dick deeper carved out its place, claiming its right. Rough, holding nothing back. She would feel me everywhere, just as I felt her.

"Touch yourself!" I growled out, and she slipped her hand between us, her small fingers working her clit as her legs tightened their grip on me, her feet pressing into my arse.

Again and again grunting on every thrust as I teetered on the edge and her gasps became throaty moans. My climax fed itself into every inch. Every nerve. And I knew she was right there with me.

All we became was sensations and burning need.

Oh, Oh... "Fuuuuk, Sage," I cried out, as delicious rapture stole my mind. Igniting, gasping and Sage's head tilted back, her neck arched, suspended there, and my wolf accepted the open invitation as I gave over my control and he sharpened his canines and bit down right over our first mating mark and I roared out coming deep inside her, my seed coating her walls and Sage unravelled and quivered beneath me and I felt both mine and her orgasm every-fucking-where.

Breathing heavily, wrung out, my focus was on stopping the full force of my weight from collapsing onto Sage as the aftershocks of my orgasm just kept on going.

Wrecked... but sated.

And finally.

I was home.

Where I belonged.

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A/N:  Don't shoot me, Next update the 29th, the week just got away from me. Sorry!