30. The Lover Eternal

**XANDER**

By the time I returned to the room, Maeve was behind the closed bathroom door as the shower’s low rippling sound floated into my ears.
I was anxious about the unwelcoming scrutiny and unavoidable censure she had to endure at the arrival. More so, I was pissed.
I have always envisioned the way my mate would be introduced to my pack, as a female of highest honor and respect and not someone to be placed under the critical gaze. It has everything to do with the way my alpha wolf demanded respect and integrity for itself. So, it was evident that I ask the same for my mate and the future luna of this pack.
“I did not know I have company.” Maeve’s melodious voice cut through the cloud of hazy musing as I looked up to her. She was leaning against the wall, draped in a pristine bathing suit while her hands were busy, soaking the water off her luscious hair.
Something was smoldering about her natural beauty, like a mystery wrapped in silver moonlight.
“You feel like you are at home.” I smiled. Her skin glowed, with a soft whiff of floral scents encircling her like pixie dust.
“I do.” Discarding the towel, she slowly made her way over to me. “Your people…have been otherwise endearing.”
“That’s kind of you,” I kissed her hand when she was near and pulled her down on my lap. The smell got intense, intoxicating me. Fates. Her spell on me has worked without even trying.
“No, no. I don’t say this without meaning, Xander,” Maeve insisted, clasping my hand in her hands. “They warmed up to me without difficulties. It must have been a little intruding for them to accept an outsider.”
“You are not an outsider, Maeve,” I almost growled. “You are my mate.”
“And I have not denied it, neither did they.” Her voice softened considerably. “Your family…I mean your pack admires you deeply, Xander, and I believe their respect for me stems from there. So far, their hospitality has been truly touching.”
A sense of pride overwhelmed and swarmed me in pleasure. “Well, I am glad. For tonight, I have told them to send the dinner in the room. I figured that you might be jaded enough to be mingling with the pack members.”
Maeve slipped into a confused state. “I don’t mean to offend, but what’s the idea of a dinner with the pack? Exactly, how many people are we talking about?”
Oh yeah, she was in for a treat.
I shrugged, barely concealing my chuckle. “Only the closed members of the pack. Something around Thirty to forty people.”
“Thirty to forty people?” Maeve gasped, balancing herself on my lap. “Are you kidding me? Wait, how do you all fit in a dining room?”
“Oh, we dine out in the open. You know, out in the back garden with full barbecue and bonfire style?”
Amazement twinkled in her eyes like it was the most bizarre thing she had heard of. “That is…creative.” She nodded, bursting into a full-blown laugh.
My arms banded around her waist, pulling her closer to my body. “You tell me. What did you think otherwise?”
“Umm…nothing. Just a casual dinner while conversing with a table full of people who can shift into ferocious wolves.” She laughed once again, throwing her arms around my neck and planting a short kiss on my mouth.
To this day, I still wonder how did I not see her coming the day I first met her in person? The only one who could calm and center my wolf and yet drive chaos through my head. She was the one who made me feel whole in a way I have never had before, and it terrified me.
I was terrified to lose her.
Maeve shifted on my lap again, stirring my tightening balls. Fates! She was as enchanting as a siren in the sea. How could I resist such an undeniable and base urge to ravage with her my hand, tongue, and hardness?
With one hand, I roughly parted her robe and cupped the soft flesh of her breast. Maeve instantly buckled in pleasure, her willpower as delicate as fisted grains.
“Xan…Xander,” she whispered, coated in love and lust.
Exquisite would be an understatement.
I quickly pulled apart the robe and slipped it off her body before she could interrupt. The sight that unveiled was not exactly a surprise, but every damn time it felt like I would never have enough of her.
“Fates, you were made for me, Maeve,” I rasped, nipping onto her exposed nipples.
Her moans bedraggled, mumbling something incoherently. And I was too engrossed to pay attention to her body, screaming to take as I pleased.
The second she jutted out her chest, offering herself, I grabbed her waist and flattened her back against the soft bed. In less than a second, I was atop her and straddling her naked body.
“Oh, God!” Maeve gasped and then giggled a little. “You move at the blink of an eye.”
“Little human, you make me crazy.” My head dipped to kiss her navel, and my mouth rested there as I looked up. “Open your legs, baby. Let me show you a wolf like to pleasure.”
Those little eyes of hers glowed with silver desire as she parted her knees. But it was just not enough as I shoved them apart. Maeve’s fingers nestled into my hair as I took my time and swirled the tip of my tongue around her slackened clit. The rich, feminine arousal filtered into my nostrils. If I wasn’t that careful. I’d become drunk in her essence. The thought hardened me instantly and skyrocketed the need to drive into her that very moment.
Whenever I bit on her sensitive and engorged bundles of nerves, a small shudder passed through her body. Each lick made her as needy as me, but I was far from satisfied with a couple of orgasms.
“Please, please…”
Maeve bucked and writhed every time I brought her to the edge of orgasm and denied the pleasure.
“You will only tonight when I am inside of you, kitten,” I had told her when she was drenched and dripping on my tongue.
She squirmed once again, her own greed splaying her legs wider. I could see the fight and spark on her shimmering, wanting to come with my tongue on her clit.
“Please, Xan…” The rest of her words gave away to a shriek as two of my fingers pierced into her slit.
I was not gentle.
I had gone past the gentle moment when I disrobed her and laid on the bed with full intentions to take her ruthlessly. I had devoured her with my tongue, defied her the pleasure at the cost of mine, and my wolf loved every wicked sound she emitted.
“Holy, fates!” I exclaimed as Maeve threw back her head and moaned in full glory. “You are dripping down here.”
I pulled out the fingers only to push them deeper into her slit, spearing her deep inside. Maeve was thoroughly drunk with erotic daze.
It did not take long before her greed took over her body and mind, and Maeve keened in ultimate pleasure. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession as I slowly cupped her jaw with the other hand and ran my thumb over her well-kissed lips.
“Little human,” I whispered as my mouth hovered over hers. “Do you have any idea how much *I love you*?”


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