CONNOR

The elder's words echo in my mind, haunting me as I watch my mate twist and turn in agony, her mind confused and her body exhausted with the havoc that the rogue has caused in her body.

Not knowing what to do and with the stakes raised to such a high bar, I am afraid to even touch my mate, afraid that she might curse me for taking away her choice from her.

"Catrina?" I try to call her, hoping that she would respond with at least a little clear mind but all I receive is a whimper in response. She writhes in front of me while I try to caress her back, hoping to soothe her, all the while thinking of a solution.

All my anger has diminished leaving behind a keen sense of loss that I feel for my mate. Will she reject me again after knowing that I took the decision for her? Will she understand why I made this decision? Will she agree with my decision or will she want the other choice?

Yet, the loss will be ours to bear and live with. If I choose her fertility, she might think that I purposely did so to tie her down to me but if I choose her wolf, she might think that I really was ashamed of having a dormant mate.

Both ways I'll be damned!!!

Luck's not on my side, I realise when my mate takes the decision out of my hands and pulls me closer, clearly expressing her demand through this gesture. I go to her, never able to deny my mate, not even when come morning she'll damn me to hell for taking the decision out of her hands.

"Connor. Please, do something."

Catrina's muted whisper is so low yet, I can hear her clearly. She's staring at me now, her eyes golden indicating her wolf at the surface, scared yet determined to fight this through; only if I choose to let her come out. Even her wolf has left the choice on me.

Inside my mind, my wolf growls in response to our mate's agony, his dilemma similar to mine. I want both for my mate, a full-wolf experience and a pup to love, especially a pup when that chance was ripped out of her because of my absence in her life.

I am more responsible for her being barren. She was dormant from the beginning but she's barren because of me. If she loses her last chance at fertility when the decision is still in my hands, I would not be able to forgive myself.

"CONNOR!"

My mate's scream startles me out of my thoughts and I rush to aid her as her upper body ripples in waves while her thighs spread wide, urging me to claim her. She's confused, not knowing what's happening to her. Watching her bearing this pain just because I can't make a decision shames me.

Not thinking anymore, I act rapidly, a male trying to comfort his female, picking her up in my strong arms and try to shield her from as much pain as is possible by me. At once, her body stops convulsing and she settles in my arms, rubbing herself on me.

My primal instincts take over and I stop thinking, only reacting to my mate's touch and her arousal.

Quickly getting out of my pants, I hold Catrina but she quickly understands what I am doing and scoots back a little to watch me. Again, her golden eyes not the original brown of my mate wander over my body, claiming me in that possessive gaze of hers.

Something inside me shifts when she watches me from beneath her lashes, her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips and her throat bobs as she swallows. Groaning at my too innocent yet seductive mate, I pull her closer and run my fingers through her hair, hearing her mewl when my naked body touches hers, cherishing the feel of her.

Tipping her face up, I devour her mouth and she lets me, even urging me to do more when she spreads her legs and her hands move in my hair, holding onto me while I have my way with her.

"Lie back for me, Solnyshko," I try to whisper but it comes out as a growl but she only shivers, her arousal filling the air making it clear that she's fine with my wolf.

I don't give her much time to think as I pounce on her now supine form, once again kissing her luscious mouth and then trailing kisses all over the thin column of her neck and then down towards her breasts.

Soon, my lips encounter wet blood and I quickly lick at it, allowing my wolf to come forward and lick her wounds triggering the healing agent in my saliva to heal my mate. She whimpers at my action so I look up and see tears streaming down her cheeks as she watches me tend to her bruised chest.

"Am I hurting you, baby?" I ask, quickly moving closer to her face, to whisper over her lips, hoping to erase the pain away with my touch. Rage floods through me when I recall how I found my mate but push the image away not wanting anyone else to intrude into our moment.

She shakes her head in response to my query and then her hands slither down to hold on to my shoulders, gripping them tightly.

"Are you not angry at me?" she asks and then sobs, her pain evident in her tone.

"It's not your fault that you were traumatised by the rogue. I am angry but never at you. I am angry at myself for not saving you on time," I whisper, hoping that she understands and forgives me for my failure. I am not worthy of her after having failed her so many times, yet I am selfish enough to ask this of her.

"Connor. I am glad you saved me when you did. Please don't blame yourself," she whispers, caressing my cheeks now, and then plunging her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to kiss me.

I respond; eager to be close to her, anyway that she'll take me. Making sure that she's comfortable, I once again begin my journey to descend downward to pay close attention to the wounds, cleaning them and then licking them so they heal faster.

All the time, I feel her moans and mewls of pleasure telling me that she's with me all the way. Once I reach her waist, her legs automatically start to close up which always amused me before but tonight it only tells me to go slow, making sure that she's not scared or feeling forced into this heat.

It is an artificial heat for her but I want to make it as pleasurable as I can, especially with the recent horrible experience. Leaving feather-light kisses on her belly, I trace my fingers over her waist and note the few bumps present on her skin, again enraging me but I keep the anger at bay, knowing full well that my mate needs my love now and not the anger that I feel for the rogue.

Pushing away those thoughts, I trail down further, soon reaching the thatch of red hair and making my way to the treasure that's hidden beneath. Even when I can't smell the rogue inside her, I sniff deeply making sure that he didn't hurt my mate more than what I saw.

Using my fingers, I move them over her labia, watching in amazement as she shivers in pleasure, the scent of cream so heady that I think I'll lose my mind in her. When my nose dips through and closer to her vaginal entrance, she squeals in pleasure or embarrassment, I am not sure but I watch in wonder as hot cream drips slowly, enticing me, calling me to lick and slurp at the sweetness that's my mate.

Not wasting a second more, I dip my tongue into her entrance and lap at all the cream. It's sweet like her scent, tasting like the sweet cream with a hint of chocolate. Unable to resist myself, I lick from her vaginal entrance to her clitoral hood and she bucks on the bed. I quickly push her back on the bed with a hand on her belly while the other holding her labia parted for me to look and assess.

Licking her clitoral hood, I watch her, shifting back a little even when she shakes her head, urging me to do more. I pull her legs over my shoulder where she immediately clamps them tight urging me to go closer and I do, unable to resist. Knowing that she's on the edge, I keep slurping at the cream, slowly yet in steady strokes, that's dripping from her core while fingering around her clit.

Withdrawing my tongue from her core, I now insert my finger inside her tight channel and find that sweet spot inside all the while fingering around her clit, feeling the shuddering of her walls as her breath quickens, climbing the edge faster but not letting go.

She's wound up too tight, maybe because she's too afraid, of the impending orgasm or of this heat, I am not sure so I wipe my mouth on the inside of her thighs and crawl back to look into her eyes, all the while keeping my fingers where they are.

"Let go, Solnyshko," I whisper when she opens her eyes to look at me, her brown eyes looking back at me this time which are dilated beyond comprehension. She shakes her head minutely but I catch it, knowing immediately that the fear is not of the orgasm but of the heat.

Trying to distract her, I pull her close and kiss her on the mouth, my tongue delving inside her mouth letting her taste herself on my tongue all the while increasing the speed of my fingers inside her. At once, her body bucks but this time in pleasure, and I watch my angel come apart in my arms.

The pride that I feel for bringing such pleasure to my mate is like no other and I relish this moment, feeling beyond privileged that she gave me her trust, to bring her this pleasure.

Peppering kisses all over her face, I wait for her to open her eyes and for the waves to subside a bit before withdrawing my fingers out of her and licking them thoroughly. She watches me do that and licks her lips again making me chuckle at her.

"Need more, baby?" I ask to which she nods, jerkily. Her unsteady movements show me that her heat's still at her peak and I quickly move over her, bringing my aching cock near her entrance, the head of my cock already wet with her cream.

"Ready?" I ask and watch her as she nods at me, her eyes conveying that she's too very eager to have me inside her. Not waiting for any other confirmation, I dive in straight, hitting the wall of her cervix and hearing her cry out in surprise.

This time I don't stop in my movements knowing full well that she can take it. Her scent and moans call to me, telling me that she's enjoying it every bit as I am. Letting go of the hold that I have on my wolf, I drive into her hard and fast, loving to be inside her.

"It's been too damn long, Cat," I growl knowing full well that my canines have once again descended.

"Connor," she mewls and I keep my eyes on her to see if it frightens her but once again, she surprises me by pulling me closer to her, kissing me and pushing me over the edge.

The urge to mark her is so potent that I pull back from the kiss and dip my head in her neck, letting my wolf forward, piercing her soft skin with my canines and claiming her for life, at the same time, emptying my seed in her womb, hoping to bring back her fertility and tying her to me for a lifetime.

I'll be damned if I let her go, now.

Through my haze, I realise that my mate's screaming in her own orgasm yet there's an underlying hint of pain in her voice which quickly brings me back to the here and now. I move back a little, freezing inside her and extracting my canines from her skin. Licking over the skin where I pierced the flesh. I am about to apologise when my mate chuckles.

The sound is so otherworldly that I stiffen in dread, hoping that she's not angry with me. Daring to look at her face, I am surprised when she looks at me, her lips lifting up in a mega-watt grin to look at me and then to finger at the new claiming mark that I've given her.

"It feels so good, Connor," she whispers, reverently, her breaths returning back to a steady rhythm, coming back from the high of the orgasm. Mine do the same, my wolf giving me a little respite from all those intense urges, but I don't breathe in relief yet, not when I not really sure if she's okay with my claim.

"I am sorry..."

"No, don't. I wanted you to mark me. You marking me now, without asking me, it's like a confirmation that you really want me even after what happened with me. You don't really care what your father says about me, yes?" she asks with ill-concealed hope and all I want to do at this moment is weep at her feet. My angel.

I've never felt so privileged before, never really believing that she of all people would want me back.

"I'll always want you, Solnyshko. You are the love of my life. I am sorry for everything," I whisper, hovering above her, pushing away a few strands of her hair and gazing into her eyes.

She wipes at my eyes and that's when I realise that it's my vision that's blur and not the strands of her hair that are obstructing my view.

"I love you, too, Connor and I am not letting you go this time," says my brave little mate. I shake my head, smiling at her, thanking the Goddess for gifting me with such a priceless gift.

"I'm not going anywhere," I promise and settle beside her, pulling her in the circle of my arms where she continues to breathe steadily. She moves in and presses a kiss on my heart, nuzzling me there and then lays down with her head pressed against my chest.

"Are you feeling good?" I ask, needing reassurance that she's fine.

"Yes, baby. I am. This means that I'll be like you?" she murmurs, continuing to nuzzle her face in my chest and that's when my entire body locks up, even the hand which is caressing her back.

Will she be like me? A werewolf?

"We'll see that tomorrow? You need the rest," I whisper, my throat feeling like sandpaper, not knowing how to answer her. My wolf is silent, brooding, adding to my panic. Catrina nods her head and goes to sleep, entangled in my arms but her words taunt me.

They haunt me.

It totally slipped my mind that I had a choice.

I just hope that I haven't made the wrong one.

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