The One He Claimed

Chapter 149: Hunter’s Intervention

Sophie

Time with my friends has been amazing. Both of them went to see Dr. Felicity and came back excited over their pups. Allison is farthest along after me and Kinsley, so she was able to get pictures of her baby. Nikki isn’t far enough along to have pictures, but she and Robin got to hear their baby’s heartbeat and that seemed to be exciting enough for them, for now.

We talked about my plans for Jocelyn and my worry that she would be too angry to allow me to help her.

“You can only help someone if they want it, Sophie,” Nikki said.

“Yeah, and anyone in this pack could tell her how many people you and Hunter have helped. I mean, look at us. Nikki would have been lucky to not have been captured after the injury she sustained.”Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“I’m not sure Jocelyn will see it that way. But that’s just the feeling I got when we were on the phone together. I could be way off base,” I tell them.

“What time will they be here tomorrow?” Nikki asks.

“Late morning. I plan to take her to see Dr. Caspian and Brooklyn first thing.”

“If she says one snide word to that sweet girl…” Nikki growls.

“Then she’ll be escorted from my pack. I won’t allow her to mistreat anyone on my pack lands,” I growl.

“Except yourself?” Allison asks.

“What do you mean?” I ask her.

“You’re already planning that she’ll be mean and snide to you, aren’t you? So, that’s allowed, but her treating anyone else that way isn’t?”

I open my mouth to answer, but Nikki jumps in.

“If it’s not acceptable for your pack members, Sophie, it’s not acceptable for you as their Luna.

We’d spent the rest of the evening talking about babies, names, our mates acting protective and sweet now that we’re pregnant. But, I’d thought about what they said. I know they’re right. It’s my job as a Luna to set the standard for how our pack members will be treated, but something about Jocelyn’s tone made it seem like I had let her down, and that’s ultimately what bothers me.

The next morning, I wake up before Hunter, nervous for the meeting today. I get up, letting him sleep and get in the shower. I’m only there a few moments when I feel his warm body come up behind me.

“Why are you denying me one of my favorite parts of the day?” he asks, his voice still gravelly from sleep as his arms go around me.

“What part is that?” I ask, distractedly.

“The part where I get to wake up slowly with my mate and then slide inside her,” he says, moving his fingers to my entrance and sliding two fingers inside me.

“The part where I get to hear her moaning and whimpering in my arms while I give her pleasure,” he says before biting down on the part of my neck where my neck and shoulder meet, before removing his fingers and replacing them with his hard length.

My back arches and I press back against him, needing my brain to turn off, even for just a few moments.

“No one takes my time away from my mate in the morning, so whoever is taking up residence in that overactive brain of yours can take a hike,” he growls before pressing one hand against the shower wall while the other holds my hips against him.

He keeps up a punishing pace, pushing all thoughts of today and Jocelyn out of my head until there’s only me and Hunter. He pushes me up and over twice, my legs becoming jelly from holding myself up through the o***sms.

“Again,” he commands, moving his teeth to the back of my neck, the sting of their puncture sending waves of pleasure through my body at his dominance. My body responds to his command and another o***sm rips through me.

“Again,” he growls, the vibrations running through my spine, and again my body follows his command. His motions become jerky as I scream my release, then he presses tight against me, and I feel the warm jets of his**m shooting inside me and coating my insides as our bodies jerk together with aftershocks.

He pulls his teeth from my neck and kisses me, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. Then he runs his nose over the back of my neck. “I don’t like how much worry she’s causing you, Sophie. I thought having your friends here to support you would help, but you’re a nervous wreck. I don’t like it.”

He kisses my neck and down to my shoulder. “No one should upset you like this, Sophie. No one. I’m half inclined to tell them to stay home.”

“No! No, Hunter, please. I need to try and help her,” I tell him, pressing back against him, and letting his love and warmth soothe me

“I won’t allow her to cause you distress, Sophie. I would. understand if you were just worried about her, but this goes beyond that. You’re feeling guilty and you have nothing to feel guilty about.”

“You couldn’t have saved her, Sophie. You and I went through your memory. She was already being claimed. You couldn’t have stopped that.”

And there it is, the crux of why I’m so worried and upset and yes, guilty. I feel like I let her down and I don’t want to do it again.

“You won’t. You’re not the same person you were before, Sophie, but you were never the type of person who would let someone else suffer. Look at Penny and how you carried her after she was injured. She’s a testament to that. You and Hedda both knew you couldn’t help Jocelyn. Stop beating yourself up over it.*

I relax as Hunter begins to move much more slowly in and out of me. It almost feels like his mind is massaging mine, taking away the aching memories that I’ve been holding on to. This time, our love-making is slow and deep, connecting us in the way that I love. I turn my head and kiss my mate, holding on to him as he swallows my moans and whimpers and finally my gasp of pleasure as we both find our release together.

I feel better, stronger as we leave the shower. “I think I prefer you waking me up in bed,” I say, as my leg muscles twinge from the effort of remaining upright through multiple or**s.

“Let that be a lesson to you, my love. Never deny me my mate in the morning,” he says, kissing me deeply again. I feel his mind filtering through mine. I know he’s worried about me and wanting to make sure that I’m okay. It doesn’t feel like an invasion of my privacy. With Hunter, I share everything, and he likes making sure that I’m always okay. I relax and open my mind, knowing that Hunter also needs to be focused when Zahn and Jocelyn arrive today.

“Much better,” he says when he pulls away.

“Thank you,” I say, caressing his cheek.

“Anytime,” he says, kissing my nose before we get ready and head downstairs.