The Broken Wolf
Chapter 99

We quickly returned to Seth’s office, hoping to move there without anyone noticing we were even in today.

“I just need to finish a few things and we should head out,” he says, sitting back down in his chair. “I’m sorry. I could just feel your emotions and I wanted to be sure you were alright.”

“I was with your mother,” I tell him with a smile. “What did you think was going to happen?”

He laughs a little, looking down at the papers on his desk. “I didn’t even think about it. I just felt it and immediately went to find you.”

I note that the book I had been reading and left on the edge of his desk was put back. We’ve not really talked about it, but I’m guessing he likes everything to be in its place. I’ll need to remember that. I walk back to the shelf and take it off, finding the place where I had left off and begin reading again.

It’s not much longer when Seth moves the last paper from his stack to one of the new ones he had created and sits back, stretching. “I didn’t miss doing this at all. But I do miss the days I got to just spend with you,” he tells me with a lopsided grin as I look at him, closing the book. “We had better make the most of our time traveling late this week, because that will be the last time we have all day together to relax.”

I nod to him, not really sure what to say. I’m still not really sure I understand what all I’m supposed to do, but I do feel better after talking to Audrey.

“Let’s go eat lunch,” he tells me, standing and walking around the desk to me. I stand with him and move to put the book back on the shelf as he seems to like. “You can take it if you want. I read most of those after you healed Benjamin. Well, some of them I just skimmed through the highlights. There wasn’t anything about passing out after reviving your deceased father, though.”

I laugh at that. Of course there wasn’t. “Even with my wolf now, I’m still complicated,” I tell him with a smile, trying to hide how insecure I feel about it, walking to the shelf. “I think I’ll leave it here. I’m not sure I’m ready to know anything else.”

He tilts his head a bit, looking at me quizzically. “Are you alright, Love?” he asks as I walk to him and he pulls me into his arms. “You would tell me if you weren’t, right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I tell him, trying to give him a reassuring smile. “It’s just a lot, all at once. I’m not sure I even want to learn to use my magic, but I DO have to become Queen. I’ve decided to handle things one at a time, and figuring out how to be queen is first on the list.”

“You’re amazing, Love,” he says, walking over and gently cupping my face. “It ‘s all moving fast, I know. When things are too much, just stop me. We’ll step out for a moment so you can get your footing, OK?” he says, and I nod. He leans down, placing a lingering k**s on my forehead. “Lets go upstairs and have lunch. I’ll show you your office upstairs later.”

“OK,” I whisper as he takes my hand and leads me to the door.

“That office is yours, completely yours. Whatever makes you happy is what goes in there,” he tells me, leading me back down the hall, towards the elevator. We step in and once the door closes, Seth rubs the back of his neck with his hand, seeming to be uncomfortable. “So, umm.. Remember when we talked about finding a therapist for you to talk to?”

I nod, not saying anything since he doesn’t seem comfortable.

“I’ve found someone. They’re available tomorrow morning, if you’d still like to talk to them,” he says, not willing to meet my eyes.

“Yeah, that would be great,” I tell him smiling and squeeze his hand. “Are you OK?”

“I wasn’t sure how to bring it up,” he says, as he visibly relaxes. “I didn’t want you to feel like I was pushing you, but… well…” he says, not finishing his thought and shrugging.

“It’s OK, Seth,” I say, trying to reassure him. I know he means well and is just trying to take care of me. “I need to talk to someone. Someone who can help me with my thoughts and everything that’s happened.”

“She wants me to come with you tomorrow, if that’s alright with you,” he says and I smile, laying my head on his arm.

“Of course it is,” I say as the elevator dings and we step off, walking hand in hand back to our home.

We walk in to find Anna dusting the living room area and she stops and bows. “Good afternoon, Prince Seth, Princess Molly,”

“Good afternoon, Anna!” I tell her brightly. “I keep forgetting to ask you, but do we have a basket or anything lying around that we could put our dirty clothes in? I hate leaving them just lying on the floor.”

“The floor is fine, really,” she says, slightly unsure how to respond. “I’m sure I can locate a basket though if you really want it.”

I smile at her, grateful for her kindness. “I’d really appreciate it if you came across one. I hate that you have to pick them up.” I tell her and quickly exit the room, not giving her a chance to answer me as I’m sure she would tell me that it’s fine, and it’s not.

Seth sits on the couch in our bedroom and loosens his tie, leaning his head back and looking up at the ceiling.

“Are we up here for the rest of the day?” I ask him, biting my l*p.

He sits up and looks at me. “Is it ok if we are?”

“Yes!” I tell him enthusiastically, taking my heels off with a soft m**n.

He chuckles and stands up, quickly pulling me to him before I have a chance to run off and change out of the confining clothes. “You look so good today, Love. I really like the shoes,” he whispers in my ear with a smirk.

“Your mom really, really wants us to have a baby,” I tell him with a small smile. “And soon.”

“So do I,” he whispers and gently takes my ear lobe in his teeth, teasing me.

“Right now, this is the only thing I’m sure about,” I whisper and he pulls me against him, completely flush as he captures my lips in his. He slowly walks me back towards the bed, careful that I don’t fall, and he gently lays me down, climbing over me. “You’re not too sore from this morning?”

I shake my head at him. “I’m fine. I just need you,” I say breathlessly, leaning up and capturing his lips. He returns my k**s with fervor and I can feel him trying to untuck my shirt, becoming frustrated. “I just want to feel you,” he tells me, sitting up and looking at my shirt as he pulls it.

I reach to the side of my skirt and unhook and zip it for him and he smiles slightly. “Better?” I ask as his hand finds his way to the skin on my h*p.

“Much,” he tells me as his tongue gently plays at my lips, begging for entrance. I part my lips, granting him access, and I feel his hand grip my h*p, pulling me to him even more closely.

It always makes me feel so good how much he wants me, truly. When you grow up feeling like no one wanted you- well,every time that he holds me close, or k****s me deeply, it sends shivers through me knowing that this gorgeous man really, truly wants me.

His lips move to my neck and a m**n escapes me. I can feel him smirk against my skin, the stubble on his face tickling my sensitive skin. “Seth,” I whisper, unable to form more words.

He slowly, torturously unbuttons my shirt, dragging his fingers slowly along my skin as I pull his shirt from his pants and try to undo the buttons on his, nowhere near as carefully as he has. He releases me and removes his cufflinks, shrugging his shirt off, his lips never leaving my skin.

I reach forward, trying to undo his pants, but I become frustrated with his belt and he pulls away, chuckling as he does it for me. “You in a rush, Love?” he asks, looking down at me with a smirk.

“I just need you,” I tell him and his eyes soften and he pulls his pants off, reaching forward and pulling my skirt off as I lift my h**s for him, eager to help.

“You are so beautiful, Molly,” he says, his eyes following every curve of my body, “So absolutely, completely perfect.”

He pulls his boxers down and lays down on top of me, holding himself just barely above me. “You’re my everything,” he whispers in my ear as his hand gently caresses my side. “I know becoming queen is new and scary for you, but I’ve always known I’ll be king, and I’m so excited to have you with me.”

I turn my head and capture his lips again, not wanting to talk about this right now. I know, for him, it’s just another day. But for me, it’s not, and I don’t want to ruin this precious moment with my mate. Thankfully, he gets the idea and doesn’t bring it up again, moving his lips down my body, and pulling one of the cups of my bra down to free me and taking my n****e in his mouth, gently sucking and causing me to arch my back into him.

As his mouth continues its movements, I can feel his hand slide lower, and into my lacy underwear, slowly moving until he finds the spot he wants, eliciting a m**n.

“Seth,” I say, but he doesn’t let up from his movements, and instead slowly inserts a finger inside me.

“You’re so ready for me,” he says, his voice sounding husky and full of emotion. I nod, scratching my nails gently across his shoulders in pleasure.

He pulls his finger out of me, leaving me wanting more. “Please,” I whisper, almost a whine.

Seth smiles at me and moves himself back ontop ot me, reaching down to move my underwear to the side and slowly thrusts inside. “I love you, Molly.”

“I love you,” I tell him, finally feeling some relief, content to feel him inside of me.

Every movement he makes feels better than the last yet, somehow, leaves me wanting more. The tightening grows evermore inside me as he holds me close, like a most treasured gift.

He continues his movements, but there’s something different about this time. Something about how slowly he moves, like he doesn’t want it to ever end, and how he touches me, and k****s me on the top of the head. I know that he loves me, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt it more than now, with him, and his physical display of how much he cares.

The tightening becomes more than I can bare when, finally, it explodes in a release, causing me to call his name in pleasure as he, also, finds his release, holding me impossibly tight to him.

To my surprise, he doesn’t pull out of me, but instead rolls us over so that I’m lying on top of him as he wraps his arms around me tightly, kissing the top of my head.

“Sometimes I can barely believe that you’re still here. I’m an a*s, and I made mistakes, but you still love me, despite it all,” he says, playing with my curls that are everywhere.

“I’m the lucky one,” I whisper, running my fingers across the hair on his strong, defined chest. “Thank you,” I whisper, continuing my movements.

“For what?”

“For deciding to love me,” I whisper into his chest. “You could have figured something out, you’re the prince. But you decided to love me anyway.”

He wraps his arms tightly around me. “I didn’t have a choice,” he says, smiling down at me. “I was completely yours when I first smelled you. I just didn’t realize it then.”