Chapter 33

Michael

Under the silver light in the private booth, Isabella's naked body was breathtakingly beautiful, sweat glistening on her skin like a fucking pearl.

Her chest was still rising and falling rapidly, her pupils dilated into deep black pools, her lips swollen from Kevin's rough kisses. She looked completely spent, yet more radiant than ever. The air still carried her intense scent of desire, making my cock throb painfully in my jeans.

God, she's so fucking perfect. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, howling for me to claim her now, to sink my teeth deep into her neck, to bury myself inside her. The urge to mark her as mine—as ours—was almost unbearable. But I forced myself to remember our agreement—no complete mate bond yet. At least not until the contract was signed, not until Sarah completed her examination.

Richard carefully lifted her from the table, cradling her like a fucking treasure. His fingers were still wet with her essence. I saw him secretly sniff his fingertips when he thought no one was looking. This powerful Alpha who ruled Silver Moon's most elite club was now gentle, almost reverent, as he tenderly wiped away the wetness between her legs with a napkin.

My own body pulsed with unfulfilled desire, my cock heavy and aching. Seeing her like this—thoroughly pleased, but not by my direct hand—was torture. Soon, I promised myself. Soon she'll be writhing beneath me, begging me to take her deeper.

"Let me help you," I said, retrieving her black lace panties from the floor, the thin fabric still damp from her earlier arousal.

I knelt before her, deliberately letting my fingers brush against her ankles as I slowly pulled the underwear up her legs. Her inner thighs were still trembling slightly from the intensity of her pleasure, small muscles twitching beneath the soft skin.

"Lift your foot, baby," I instructed softly, helping her dress.

Richard supported her from behind while I pulled the silky red dress up along her curves. His hands steadied her waist as I adjusted the dress to cover her breasts. Richard reached around to zip her up, his chest pressed against her back, his lips placing a feather-light kiss on her bare shoulder.

She was exhausted—more emotionally than physically. The weight of three Alphas' auras pressing down on her newly awakened wolf, the emotional gravity of agreeing to be our mate, and the intensity of experiencing two blindfolded orgasms in a public restaurant... it was a lot for anyone, especially a newly matured female wolf.

"I'll take her to my place tonight," I said quietly to Richard as he transferred Isabella into my arms. "She needs rest and recovery."

Richard nodded, his amber eyes still holding a hint of restrained desire, but he kept it well controlled. "I have a pack meeting early tomorrow morning."

I glanced at Kevin, whose massive frame was almost vibrating with contained energy. His dark eyes hadn't left Isabella, tracking her every movement like a predator. Though he had participated in pleasuring her, he had maintained more distance than Richard or I. Isabella still seemed slightly nervous around him—understandable, given his intimidating presence and taciturn nature.

"Come on, baby," I said softly, guiding her toward a chair. "Let's sit for a moment."

I sat down first, then gently pulled her onto my lap, my arms protective around her. As soon as she settled against me, my cock hardened immediately, her perfect ass pressing against me, but I ignored it. Her needs came first—protection, comfort, safety. The fucking sex could wait.

"How do you feel, baby?" I asked, brushing a strand of dark hair from her flushed face.

"Good," she whispered, her eyes half-closed. "Just tired." As if to punctuate her words, she yawned, nestling into my chest like a satisfied wolf cub.

"Hey, little wolf," Richard's voice was softer than I'd ever heard him use with anyone else. "Eat something." He held out a strawberry dipped in the melted moonlight ice cream.

She obediently opened her mouth, accepting the feeding without hesitation. The sweetness made her hum with appreciation, a sound that once again sent desire coursing through me.

In her exhausted state, her naturally submissive qualities were more pronounced, her instincts responding to us without reservation.

Our mate, fuck.

The thought was crystal clear in my mind. I watched as she licked a drop of ice cream from her lower lip, her movements slow and heavy with fatigue. She was so fucking perfect—naturally submissive without being weak, strong-willed without being rebellious. Her display in front of us, that perfect balance of respect and dignity, was exactly what an ideal mate should be.

"I think it's time to go," I suggested after she refused another piece of fruit. Her eyelids were growing heavier, her body becoming more limp against mine.

"My little wolf, would you like to stay with me tonight, or would you prefer I take you home?" I asked, stroking her arm, my fingers trailing along the curve of her elbow, feeling the contrast of her soft skin against my rough palm.

Her eyes widened in surprise, pupils dilating slightly as adrenaline altered her scent. "What... I thought..." she stammered.

"You thought we'd just have dinner and then you'd go home alone, right?" I interpreted her thoughts. Fuck, I love that face—every emotion flashes right across it.

She nodded, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features, her scent taking on a tinge of anxiety. My wolf growled, hating the fear in her scent.

"You shouldn't be alone after such intense orgasms," I explained, leaning closer to her, letting my warm breath reach her. "Your body needs aftercare."

Her expression softened, understanding dawning. "That sounds nice. Honestly, I'm not sure I could rest properly by myself. Can we go to your place? I... New Moon Apartments doesn't have enough space for you."

"Of course," I smiled, helping her stand up from my lap, my arm firmly around her waist as I guided her toward the door.

"Take her home," Richard exchanged a knowing look with me. "Kevin and I will stay a bit longer to discuss pack matters."

Isabella looked back at them, her cheeks still flushed. "Thank you for dinner and... everything else. I had a wonderful time." Her scent carried the satisfaction of her release, mixed with a touch of shyness.

"You're welcome anytime, little wolf," Richard replied, admiration clear in his amber eyes. "I enjoyed it too. Good night, and I'll see you Saturday at Erotic Paradise."

Kevin merely nodded, but when his gaze met Isabella's, his eyes flashed gold. She smiled slightly at him, and he returned it with a wolfish, heated stare that made her breath catch audibly. She chuckled softly, her tired body still instinctively responding to his dominant aura.

I led her through the restaurant, keeping her close to my side. I handed the ticket and a generous tip to the valet, who immediately ran to get the car. While waiting, I shielded her from the cool night air with my arm, protecting her from the outside world.

When the car arrived, I helped her into the passenger seat, carefully arranging her dress before closing the door. As I slid into the driver's seat, I found her watching me, her eyelids heavy but focused.

"You were fucking amazing tonight," I told her as we pulled away from Silver Pine. "Like you were born to be our mate."

"You really think so?" Her voice trembled with uncertainty. "I didn't mess anything up?"

"You were fucking perfect," I assured her. "The way you responded to us, the way you accepted us."

My thoughts drifted to Saturday at Erotic Paradise, where we would discuss the details of the pack contract and truly begin exploring her body.