Land of Wolves: Chapter 97

Caleb chuckles as I bury my face in his chest.

“This is nice,” he admits. “I missed squishing you into the couch.”

I just barely resist the urge to roll my eyes, even though I silently agree. It feels good, and I love being surrounded by him.

Caleb tangles his legs with mine before cupping the back of my head. His hand covers the entirety of it, and I practically sink into him as he applies pressure at the base of my neck until I tilt my head back and look up at him.

I know immediately what he wants, and I don’t hesitate to give it as I crane my neck and press my lips against his. The kiss is gentle, and Caleb molds his mouth around mine as he brings his other hand to my hip.

“I miss sharing a home with you,” he whispers.

I feel the exact same way. The safe house isn’t much of a home, and we’ve had almost no privacy while living there. The place is full of wolves before I even wake up, and by the time they leave in the evening, I’m ready to shower and crawl into bed.

It’s not their fault, and I don’t blame them, but it’s inconvenient.

Caleb slips his hand up my shirt so he can feel my bare side, and I can’t help but smile as the familiar tingles begin to spread throughout me. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that, and I’m so happy cutting off my mark didn’t mess up our bond.

“How soon can we move in?” I ask.

Caleb chuckles and lightly taps his forehead against mine. “Today. I packed our clothes while you were eating breakfast, and Cole will bring them over after lunch,” he says. “I’ve got a few meetings this afternoon, but other than that, I’m all yours.”

All mine? I sure like the sound of that.

“Adam’s in charge of having all our computers returned to the office today, too,” Caleb continues. “You deserve a real home, baby, so I’m going to start working from the office again. No more wolves running around our place. Just me, you, and Chunks.”

That sounds like heaven, and I take hold of Caleb’s cheeks before pulling him in for another kiss.

“I’m so excited,” I admit.

The emotion’s practically bursting out of me, and I wiggle as close to Caleb as I can get as I trail my lips down his neck. The spot underneath his jaw is sensitive, and he shivers as I trail my lips over it. His hand flexes against my waist, too, his fingers tightening before quickly loosening.

I continue to tease, enjoying his reactions.

Pressing my thumb into the underside of his chin, I urge him to lift his head so I have more access to his neck. Caleb does so without hesitation, and I brush my lips over the stubble on his jaw before deciding to suck a hickey a bit lower down.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Caleb asks.

I ignore him, something I’ve grown good at doing these past few weeks, before trailing my fingers down his chest. I want to feel his bare skin against mine, and I tug at the hem of Caleb’s shirt until he sits up and pulls it off.

His gaze is heavy as he drops it onto the floor and lays back down, but not before taking it upon himself to remove my shirt as well. Despite his quick movements, Caleb is careful not to accidentally jerk me around as he guides the material over my head and discards it onto the floor with his.

My bra doesn’t last much longer. Caleb wraps one arm around my back and unclasps it with ease I’d be jealous about if I weren’t so confident I’m the only woman he’s ever stripped.

“Is this what you wanted?” Caleb teases, lying back down.

His bare chest presses against mine, and I curl my toes as goosebumps pebble along my exposed skin. Caleb seems to enjoy my physical reactions to him if the heavy satisfaction in his gaze is anything to go by.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Caleb whispers.

He trails his fingertips over the front of my leggings, playing with the material before easing his way inside. I spread my thighs as much as the couch will allow as his hand moves lower. Caleb watches me the entire time, reading my every reaction as he cups my sex.

His fingers press between my folds, but he doesn’t touch my clit or dip inside me—the two things I want.

“Caleb,” I whine.

I roll my hips, trying to guide Caleb where I want him, but he doesn’t take the bait. He never fucking does.

“I can’t read your mind, Evelyn,” Caleb scolds, his voice taking on a lightly mocking edge. “Use your words.”

Fuck. I’ve been taking my birth control pills regularly for about a week, which I’m sure both Caleb and I are painfully aware of. Still, until now, he hasn’t made a move.

Caleb presses down, letting the flesh part of his palm connect with my clit. Despite my best attempts at restraint, I roll my hips into it.

“If you don’t tell me what you want, baby…” Caleb continues. “I’m just going to have to do what I want.”

I continue rubbing against his palm, and a low cry tumbles from my throat when Caleb suddenly removes the pressure. He smiles as he watches my desperate reaction, the man evil.

“Evelyn…” he urges.

I remain silent, wanting him to do whatever it is he wants. I’m sure he’s been fantasizing about it for weeks now.

I dig my fingers into his chest, and I rest my forehead against his collarbone before my head is yanked back and Caleb’s mouth is on mine. He slips two fingers into me at the same time, and I jerk before letting out a low moan.

Caleb eases his fingers in and out, taking his sweet time feeling me.

“I’m going to work you up with my hand, and then I’m going to roll you onto your stomach and fuck you from behind,” Caleb moans.

He presses his palm against my clit again, but this time he doesn’t make me work for it. He rubs against me, and I hurry to push my leggings down my thighs. I’m thankful for Caleb’s quick reflexes as he smoothly pulls them off my legs.

His hand is immediately returned between my thighs, and I relax into the cushions as he eases his fingers into me once more.

I hook one of my legs around Caleb’s waist as he pleasures me, the drag of his fingers everything I need. He knows exactly how to touch me, and within only a few short minutes, I’m a panting mess in his arms.

“Caleb,” I gasp, clutching his shoulders. “I’m going to cum.”

Caleb moans and readjusts so he can kiss down my chest. “I know.”

I curl my fingers into his hair, unsure where else to hold as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and applies more pressure to my clit. It feels too fucking good, and my thighs shake as my orgasm builds.

I’m so close.

Caleb pulls away, prompting me to whine.

“No,” I huff, tightening my grip on his hair.

He releases my nipple with a wet pop before abruptly flipping me over, and I curse as he grabs my hips and pulls them a few inches into the air.

“Fuck, Ev. You’re so wet.” Caleb backs up his words with a sharp smack to my ass, but the pain is nothing compared to the warmth of his cock pressing against me a second later.

When did Caleb find time to remove his pants?

My thoughts vanish as he rubs the tip of himself down the length of my slit, and I can’t help but push back against him to try and get it inside. I need it—need him.

Caleb chuckles. “So desperate.”

He pushes his tip inside me a second later, and I bury my face into the couch cushion with a loud moan.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you,” Caleb continues, easing himself further inside.

He moves slowly, knowing I need time to adjust after so long, and he runs his hands up and down my back in a soothing gesture.

“More,” I eventually choke out.

Caleb doesn’t hesitate to work the rest of himself inside of me.

“Fuck.” He gasps as he bottoms out. “You feel so good.”

He slips a hand around my waist and finds my clit, and I fist the edge of the couch as he rocks his hips into me. I can’t remember the last time I felt this full, and I mentally curse myself for waiting so long to get on birth control as I bask in the feeling of his bare cock inside me.

Caleb rubs my clit while he fucks me, and I push back and meet every one of his thrusts with ones of my own.

Once he realizes I’m adjusted and comfortable, he picks up his pace, filling the air with the sound of his thighs smacking mine and choked moans.

It’s so much in the best way, and I arch my back and turn to the side to look back at Caleb as my orgasm grows. He worked me to the edge with his fingers, and it won’t take me long to cum. I’d try to hold it off, but I know it’ll be impossible.

Caleb wouldn’t be rubbing my clit in the way he knows I like best if he was trying to prolong this, though.

A smirk threatens to spread across my face as I realize he’s just as desperate as I am.

“I want you to cum inside me,” I say.

Caleb shuts his eyes and sucks in a sharp breath, and I take great pleasure in how he loses his rhythm for a brief second. He drops his hand from my clit to give the inside of my thigh a tight squeeze, silent punishment for messing him up, before he returns to my clit.

“You want that?” he asks.

I nod, eager for it. Now that the fear of getting pregnant is out of the picture, I’m desperate to feel him finish inside me.

“Please,” I beg, my voice cracking as my orgasm builds. I’m so close. “It’s mine, and I want it.”

Caleb curses and drops his forehead to my shoulder.

“It’s all yours, baby,” he promises. “I’m all yours.”

Those words are just what I need to hear, and I smash my teeth together with a low cry as I begin to cum. Caleb fucks me through it, moaning loudly into my shoulder.

“Fuck, Ev,” he gasps, sliding his hand out from between my thighs once I’ve finished. He grabs both my hips and uses them to guide me back against him.

His weight presses me into the couch cushions, and I drop completely onto them as Caleb presses himself deep into me and stills. He grunts as he cums, the noise low and throaty, and his cock twitches inside me.

I love it.

“Are you—ah!” My words are cut off by a loud squawk as Caleb collapses on me.

He follows it up with a laugh as he rolls to the side. I take a moment to catch my breath before shifting and burying my face into his chest.

“You smell good,” I say, breathing in his scent.

Caleb’s chest vibrates as he laughs. “Thank you.”

He wraps his arms around me with a content sigh. I’m more than happy with the hold, and I cuddle against him for a few minutes before pulling back and looking around the room.

I can’t even put into words how excited I am to be home. I never thought I’d step foot in this house again, let alone live here.

I think I’m still in shock.

“We can put Jackson’s play mat over there,” I abruptly say, gesturing to the opposite corner of the room.

Caleb hums and pulls away just enough to peer down at me. His eyebrows are scrunched together, and I smooth them back into place. I’ve been thinking hard about the name he suggested for Chunks the other day, and I must admit Jackson’s grown on me.

I still love Theo, but Chunks feels more like a Jackson. Besides, it’s not like this is the only opportunity we’ll ever have to name a baby. I haven’t put a timeline on anything, but I think I’ll be ready for another child in a year or two.

Chunks will be more independent at that point, and hopefully, everything with HPAW will have settled by then. I want several months of normalcy and routine before inviting any more change into our lives. We’ve had more than enough these past few months.

“What happened to Theo?” Caleb asks.

I shrug before tracing his upper lip with my pointer finger. Caleb’s mouth twitches before he playfully tries to bite my finger, but he moves slowly so I have enough time to retreat. I settle my hand on his chest instead.

“Your heart is beating so fast…” I say, distracted by the thumping under my palm.

This time, it’s Caleb’s turn to shrug. His cheeks turn a light shade of pink, too. Is my big bad wolf embarrassed? I can’t imagine what about.

“Caleb?” I ask.

Caleb’s cheeks turn even darker before he blows out a warm breath and brings his lips to my temple. The position ensures I can’t see his face, but I let him have it as he peppers the side of my head with soft kisses.

“I’m so excited to be a dad,” he admits. “And I’m just so excited for Chunks to live with us.”

“Jackson,” I say, correcting the name. We should get used to saying it.

Caleb chuckles, trailing his lips to my jawline. “Jackson,” he corrects himself.

Satisfaction I didn’t expect to feel works through me as I hear him say Chunks’ name. As excited as Caleb is to be a dad, I’m just as excited to be a mom.

I’ve heard a few offhand comments from the wolves and the marked humans about my decision, and even though I know nobody means any harm, it’s frustrating.

People are perplexed that I’m choosing to adopt a child rather than have my own, and they’re even more shocked when they realize in doing so, Caleb and I are pushing back our timeline for having a biological child.

I understand why the wolves feel that way. Caleb’s mentioned before that his children will most likely have strong wolves, and it’s very likely the next Alpha of Alphas will be from our bloodline. The wolves are eager for the security Caleb and I having biological children will bring, so I don’t fault them for their confusion.

The marked humans, though, their shock mildly aggravates me.

I don’t believe conceiving a child is required for being a mother or father, and I don’t care if I birthed Chunks. Caleb and I are going to be the ones who love and care for him, and it will be us who teach and guide him into adulthood.

What does it matter if he came bulldozing out of my vagina?

If anything, I’m relieved I’ll get to be a mom without taking the risk of hemorrhoids. I know Caleb will have giant babies, and I’m not looking forward to pushing them out of me.

This is the best of both worlds.

“What are you thinking about?” Caleb asks.

I snort. “I’m thinking about you having to rub ointment on my hemorrhoids when we decide to have more children.”

Caleb makes an odd noise in the back of his throat. “I feel like you’re trying to deter me…” he says. “But you should know that I’ll happily ointment you. I’ve heard that the first poop can be harrowing, too, and I’ll happily get a silicone spoon and help you scoop it out if that’s what you need.”

I narrow my eyes, refusing to let my mind wander there. He’s just trying to one-up me. That’s not an actual thing people do.

“You’re gross,” I huff.

Caleb’s smile only grows, and when he lifts his hand between us and starts making scooping gestures, I kick his legs off mine and push him onto the floor. I need to clean up before I ruin our couch.

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Anybody watch It's Always Sunny? The poop spoon makes me think of the poop knife