Chapter 36 FEELING LOVED

Chapter 36 FEELING LOVED
Lukas P.O.V.
I slam the door shut on my way into the house, not caring what others might think. I'm the Alpha. I can do whatever the fuck I want, and today I feel like slamming doors. As an afterthought, the noise might have woken Erik up, and I do feel a little guilty now. But maybe seeing my son can improve my sour mood.
I take the stairs to the second floor and go straight to our bedroom, where he should be sleeping in his crib adjacent to our bed.
As I suspected, the sound of the slamming door has woken him. Mom is now rocking him in her arms, trying to lull him back to sleep.
"How is she?" Mom asks. I know she means Hazel.
I want to reply, "I don't fucking care how she is!" But I'm never rude to my mother, and besides, it would be a lie.
"As someone who's been kept in a cage for a month," I reply instead. Mom's expression shifts from worried to appalled. I guess Cindy didn't fill her in on the gory details. My bad.
"And what's wrong with you? You look… incensed."
She raises her eyebrows questioningly.
Incensed. Mom always has a way with words.
"That's because I am pissed," I explain, washing my hands in the adjoining bathroom. "If she had stayed here, none of this would have happened! She put herself in that vulnerable position. You should have seen the place where she was kept. How thin she is." I growl, remembering those details only fueling my rage further.
"Honey, I understand. But people should be free to make their own choices. And remember—she stayed away to protect us from the witches."
Mom is always taking her defense. I hate it.
"And who protects her?" I retort, involuntarily raising my voice.
Erik starts crying. Guilt crashes into me. I've scared him. Now, on top of being a bad friend, I'm also a bad dad.
A knock on the door. The sweet scent of mint chocolate floats to my nostrils, making me feel calmer immediately.
Cindy opens the door and peeks her head inside.
"Everything all right?"
She already knows what's going through my heart and mind through the bond. She's just trying to break the ice.
I run a hand down my face, feeling restless, while Cindy exchanges a few words with Amanda. She kisses Erik on his plump cheeks, and then Amanda exits, holding Erik in her arms, leaving Cindy and me alone.
She closes the distance between us and hugs me around the waist. The bond hums between us, offering comfort and calm.
"So, Grumpy Bear, how long are you planning to stay angry at her?"
I place my arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer, wanting to bask in her warmth and delicious scent.
"The real question is, why aren't you angry?" I don't understand how she can be so understanding about this. Hazel left without a trace and didn't even give us a chance to help her. Anything could have happened to her. She could be dead by now.
"Because she's a big girl, and she can make her own choices. We have to respect that."
The voice of wisdom. I wish I were as mature as she is.
"But have you seen the state she's in? The doctor said she's so underfed and her wolf is so weak that she could die of a cold."
Cindy strokes my jaw tenderly, smiling sadly.
"And that's why we're here—to help her now that she needs us. That's what friends and family are for."
She kisses my lips softly, arousing soft tingles on my lips, and a hunger that is not as innocent.
“Stop blaming yourself and her. What we need to do now is help her and support her. She needs our love, not our anger.”
I rest my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. She’s right. As always. My wise beautiful mate. I need to put my guilt and anger aside, and act as the friend she now needs.
“What would I do without you?” I whisper, kissing her soft lips.
“You’ll be running around like an angry bear all the time, and parents will tell scary stories about you to their children.”
She smiles innocently, like she hasn’t just made fun of me.
I chuckle and kiss her nose lightly.
“Aren’t you afraid of the angry bear?”
I quirk an eyebrow, and tangle my hand in her thick curls, tugging her hair down, angling her face exactly where I want it.
The atmosphere between us shifts from comforting to teasing. Cindy smiles coyly, and I bite gently her lower lip, making her heartrate spike up a little.
Then she places her arms around my neck and tiptoes to stand a little taller, so that she’s not so much at a height disadvantage anymore.
“I am not afraid of the big bear,” she announces proudly, “because he loves me more than the moon, and he will never heart me.” 
I smiled, pleased by her answer. Then, I place my lips on hers and start kissing her slowly, softly, but she’s not having it, she tightens her grip on my neck and deepens the kiss, making a familiar hunger ignite deep inside me.
I let my hands slide down her back and grab her ass, I squeeze it, feeling up its toned softness and eliciting a moan from her sweet lips.
Then I pick her up, and she immediately locks her legs around my waist, bringing our bodies closer together. My need is pressed right on her core and I jerk my hips up, letting her feel exactly how I mow I hunger for her.
She moans in my mouth and starts rocking her hips making me slowly lose control. Fuck, I can smell her sweet arousal and I know that I won’t be able to stop even if my life depended on it. 
I hurriedly place her on the dresser and start kissing her harder, wanting to devour her. Her sexy whimpers and moans only add fuel to my hunger, and I start trailing wet kisses down her neck. When my lips reach her low-neck jumper, I rip it open from the middle, liking the sound of it ripping apart. One less barrier between us.
Then I pull her bra down, not caring about unhooking it, I’m too frantic for that. I grab her full breasts and squeeze them roughly, making her hiss, and then I start feasting on them. I suck hard on one nipple, earning a breathy moan, then pinch the other with my fingers, making her intake a sharp breath.
She loves it when I’m a little rough, and I know she can handle me. My beautiful mate, perfect for me, in any way.
While sucking on her breasts, my fingers trail to the waistband of her jeans. I unbuttoned them, pull the zip down, and then to her utter astonishment I rip them open from the middle, exposing her black lacy panties, already soaked with her arousal.
“That was fucking sexy,” she says breathily, “but you should really stop messing with my wardrobe.”
She gives me a pointed look and I smirk.
“I swear I’ll make it worth it.”
I wink and lick my lips, and bend down until my hot breath fans her panties, right above her core. I place her legs on my shoulders and then pull the last bit of fabric aside, eliminating the last barrier obstructing our pleasure.
Fuck, she’s divine. I start by licking up all her delicious juices, before I suck her clit hard making her squirm. I plunge one finger deep inside her and she cries out, not expecting it, but she recovers quickly, meeting the thrust of my finger. I add in another one, and start fucking her faster and harder, my mouth still sucking on her bundle of nerves.
Her hands are fisted tightly in my hair, like she’s afraid I’ll leave her unsatisfied, but that’s never going to happen, I want to see her come, I want to hear her call my name in that needy, pleading way she uses when she’s about to fall through the edge of pleasure.
I feel her walls tighten and then her call reaches my ears, “Lukas!” 
Her plead.
I speed my thrusts, suck harder, and like by magic, she shatters under my touch. Her head lulls back and her legs tremble, while I lick up all that she can offer, not leaving even one drop out.
“You’re so delicious I want to have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner,” I murmur, while kissing my way up her body.
She laughs, the sound vibrates in her belly and on my wandering lips.
 Then she cradles my face in her hands and leads it to her lips to deliver a hungry and sexy as hell kiss.
“You’re right; I do taste good.” 
She smiles teasingly, making my fire burn harder for her.