Page 169 of Their Rejected Queen

Sighing, I roll over into the pile of furs and scrunch them around my face. There’s something comforting about the softness of them on my skin and the sense of safety just being around them provides. That’s an effect I haven’t thought about too hard, either.

He chuckles as I draw in a deep inhale, and I immediately settle as my worries melt away. “You do realize by now where these furs come from, don’t you?” he asks.

Snuggling into them, I sleepily hum. “Don’t care.”

There’s a rustle of clothes, and the bed shifts as a very naked Godric joins me. My heart jumps in my throat as he wraps his arm around my middle and hugs me into his warmth so that my back presses against his chest.

He’s been leaving the sensual side of my bond’s needs to Ze’ev and Arwan. Maybe he’s tired of being left out.

Or, his wolf has had enough waiting.

Godric brushes one of the furs over my breasts, making my nipples bead in response to the tickling friction.

“They’re trophies of the Alphas I’ve slain,” he says, making my stomach drop.

I grimace, suddenly not so comfortable anymore.

“These are wolf skins?” I ask, attempting to shimmy away, but Godric only squeezes me tighter.

He growls into my hair. “Shifters, yes, and it would please my wolf to fuck you on the skin of his enemies. He also enjoys watching how you prefer to arrange them when you’re nesting.”

I squeeze my eyes shut as I reevaluate everything I thought I knew about Godric’s wolf. “Why would I have instincts like that?”

“You’re not a shifter,” he answers as he toys with my breasts, “but there’s enough shifter DNA in you now that you have the right instincts. You enjoy feeling my dominance on your skin, knowing that I can protect you from harm.”

My stomach churns, but this is the nature of Monster Isle.

Brutality and strength are what survive.

The furs don’t smell like other wolves, though. Everything here has Godric’s cedar-and-smoke scent, wrapping around me like incense burning in a temple of worship.

“That’s gross,” I say as I wiggle in his arms.

He punishes my sentiment by sliding his fingers between my legs and securing my hip against his hardening erection. “Then why are you getting wet?” he asks, confirming what his nose is already likely telling him as he brushes my damp underwear.

Now I’m wondering if he left that piece of clothing on just to torment me.

“Because you’re my sponsor,” I answer. While that’s true, it’s not the only reason.

I crave the Alpha.

And I fear that I am going to die not knowing what it’s like to be knotted by him.

“Would you like me to knot you?” he asks.

I frown. “Now, I know I didn’t say that out loud that time.” Shifting in his embrace, I turn to face him and endure the predatory stare of his golden gaze.

His wolf has come out to play.

He grins, showing off sharp teeth. “Your mate bond with Ze’ev has been growing, and since you began a bond with me, it has grown stronger as well. I can hear your thoughts when you think them loudly enough.” His gaze dips to my mouth. “Such as how badly you want me to fuck you right now.”

A swallow works down my throat that seems to have gone tight. “Then you also know I’m mad at you,” I say through gritted teeth even as I try to squeeze my legs together. His hand is still in the way, and he pushes his fingers inside me in response to my attempts.

He works me from the inside, kissing my throat as my mouth parts on a light gasp. “Then I’ll just have to apologize again,” he whispers as he strokes me. “I can’t knot you, not without the others to help, but I can make you come, little moon. Would you like that?”

I’m already seeing stars as I curse my body for arching into his touch. He knows exactly how to make every muscle sing and bend to his will.

“You don’t even know what I’m mad about,” I protest as I lock down my secrets in a vault. He can’t know the truth.