True soul mates

Saint climbed into bed, naked. He didn't move the pillows, choosing to slide beneath the covers. Before I could guess what Saint intended, he'd yanked on the blanket, lifting it, sending all the pillows shooting into the air, raining down around the bed. He pounced, capturing my wrists above my head, smiling down at me.

“No more walls, woman. You and me, we have to figure out a balance so that we can live together. I know you're struggling because I can feel your turmoil through the link. I can feel your need to run, to escape me, and that isn't happening. I know you, Brae. I know you because you live within in me, inside my fucking soul."

"If you really knew me, Saint, you'd know I would never be involved in anything that would hurt this pack." I whispered, struggling to get out from beneath him.

He allowed me to wiggle from his grip as he settled in beside me. His attention moved over my face before he softly exhaled. "At night, when they'd put us back into our cells. I dreamed of you, about how you would feel pressed against me. I would catch your scent, and for a moment, my world wasn't so dark." My heart clenched with his words, and my throat tightened with unshed tears. "I would have come for you had I known you were being hurt. I thought you were free and out there in the world, living."

"I never made it off the mountain. Your father had people waiting for us. At first, we assumed they were there to take us away from this place. When it became apparent that something was wrong, we fought, but they were ready for it We woke up naked, chained to a wall while a woman explained what was hap pening." He paused, running his fingers over my stomach, causing slight fric- tion as his eyes grew distant. "I promised to escape and slaughter her entire entourage of sick fucks. I killed innocent people to survive captivity. They would put women into a room, feed them drugs to numb the pain, and then force the men to rape them brutally. They murdered those who refused, using them for entertainment in varying ways at first. That's how I met Xavier. He raided the compound and freed us. He gave us a choice: Go back to where we'd been taken, which, for me, wasn't an option. Or, we could join them and help hunt down those who victimized others like us."

"And you couldn't come back here because of me," I stated, holding his gaze. "I'd banished you from the pack which meant you couldn't come back to me. I did that to prevent you from being hurt, and you ended up hurt, anyway. I don't blame you for hating me, Saint."

"I don't hate you, Brat. I hate that even though you rejected me, you were the one thing I couldn't hate. I wanted revenge, and I can't trust you. That doesn't change how much I want you and crave you. You're still the most gor- geous creature I've ever known, but I can't prove you weren't a part of what your father was doing. I can't trust you enough to just take your word for it. Prove it, Braelyn. Prove to me that you weren't involved in the trafficking of your own people."

"I can't," I swallowed thickly. "There lies the problem, Saint. I can't prove it, and you can't prove that I was. Everyone who could back me up is dead. You killed them when you got here. Those were my father's men you fought." He snorted, watching me with narrowing eyes. He moved onto his side, yanking me closer. Lifting my leg, he placed a soft kiss on my forehead as his hand shifted my panties aside. His cock slid through the arousal he discovered there, but he didn't push into my body.

"Regardless of the part you played, you will be the mother of my children, Brae. You are protected because of what you are to me. You won't escape me, even though you need and want to run from me. There's nowhere that you can go, that I won't find you, I craved this with you. I considered what it would be like returning here, finding you with someone else. I'd planned to murder them and claim you. I am pleased that you remained untouched and that you burn hot for me." He pushed into my core, which tightened around him as pleasure rushed through me. "We will find a way to make this work because I can't live without you again."

"You'll figure it out," I announced, placing my leg over his hip while rolling him onto his back. I didn't undress or pretend not to enjoy what he made me feel together, like this. "I wish I could make you see I am not a monster. I don't think that would be enough, though, not when you're hurt because I rejected you. I didn't do it because I wanted to hurt you. I did it because my father was a sick, twisted monster who always won. I couldn't imagine a world without you in it and chose to protect you. It was what I had the power to control, Saint." I leaned over, nipping at his bottom lip as he growled.

"I wish I could believe that, Brat. But I went through hell while you re mained here pampered in your palace," he flipped me onto my back, grinding against me as my stomach coiled with the pleasure he was driving deep into my body. "Now, I will spend the rest of my life reminding you of what you did to me. You won't escape me, and we will find a way to compromise and live together."

I exploded around him, wrapping my legs around his muscular waist as he went from gentle to hard, fucking me like a possessed man trying to fuck his demons out of his system. I didn't believe him for one moment that he wouldn't lock me away or murder me once I'd given him an heir to my line.

"Saint," I moaned, gasping as he nuzzled my shoulder, reinforcing his claim as I trembled beneath him, coming undone again. "You're mine now, Brat. Always and forever, which is what you promised me the moment you discovered we were true soul mates."