Chapter 157 protect her
"If you ever try to wash my scent off from you again, as you did earlier, I will chain you to the bed and fuck you until I am so deeply embedded into your womb that you won't be able to eradicate my fucking scent. I won't let you leave it until you're dripping me out of your sore, bruised cunt, Brat." Lifting my nose, I waited for the smell of her anger, but all I found was her scent that drove me crazy.
Braelyn's scent had always called to me, even before I'd known we were mates. She smelled of peonies and vanilla orchids, which weren't strong as other women's odors. I'd enjoyed Brae's aroma because there was a sexy under- tone that spoke to the woman she would become. Everything about her had been perfectly balanced and gorgeous.
She exited the bathroom, stared me dead in the eye with a smile curving her lips. "You could try, but I doubt you'd get what you want from me in that aspect. Clean up, asshole. I won't have the pack thinking you're some weak-ass city boy who can't handle being alpha to a mountain pack. Put something on that tells them you're not as weak as you fuck."
"I think you like being fucked hard. Don't you?" I challenged, watching her eyes sparkle with amusement. She fucked me with her eyes harder than either of our bodies could ever do. Braelyn looked at me, her pretty mouth curving into a smile that made my balls ache. "Come on, Brat. Admit it. You like being fucked like a dirty girl. You like being bruised and taken hard. Last night when I was gentle, you hated it. Why is that?" I questioned, already knowing the an- swer. It didn't change me wanting to hear it from her mouth.
"You don't care how I want it, Saint. You like to hurt me, and maybe I've come to accept the fact that I was made to be abused by those who are supposed to love and cherish me. You didn't want it slow and nice, either. You wanted to hear me moan as you fucked me hard and fast. You wanted the entire pack to hear me screaming for you. I'm not an idiot, and I don't need it spelled out for me. If I'd have been quiet, you'd have done whatever it took to make me scream. Plus, I was into it, too. It reminded me that you returned simply to pun- ish me. I know where we stand. I'm just the bitch you want to break, and you're just the man I used to love."
"Love? You don't get to speak to me about love anymore, Brae. You had mine, and you threw it away."
"I protected you from my demons. You think I lived a posh life being pam- pered and spoiled. I know what I did was wrong, but I had no other alternative. And don't stand there like you're innocent-careful throwing rocks at glass houses. You may not like what you find." Her eyes held mine briefly before dropping her gaze to the floor. I saw the pain in her aura that made me want to explore it, but I wouldn't.
I had expected her to fight me, but she hadn't. She was an alpha, which I could see in her stare when she didn't lower her gaze from mine. I'd expected her to be weak and easy to break. The old Braelyn was meek and sweet. This one wasn't. Mating between alpha pairs was usually violent, yet she'd barely strug- gled. Instead, she'd given me back my anger, unleashing her pent-up need on my cock, and she hadn't tried to mark me.
"I think I like your mouth better when it's working my cock," I snorted, watching her tongue jut out to lick around her lips while she held my stare.
Fuck if my cock didn't jerk and take notice.
"I bet you do. Too bad I don't really care what you like, Saint. Help me out here. Do I get on my knees like some brainless whore, or do I get dressed? I'm uncertain of what you're expecting of me now. I can get dressed, making sure that I don't look like some uncouth mountain bitch, or I can stand here while you fucking insult me some more, but I can't do both."
I stared at her, trying to keep my mouth from gaping at the balls on this bitch. She wasn't what I had expected her to be, and it left me reeling with how to treat her. I'd hoped to come back to the woman that had banished me. I'd returned to a different woman altogether.
I'd been shocked at her work ethic today. As the daughter of the pack alpha, she didn't have to work. Her pack members had moaned and groaned because it was apparent she did it often. Instead of getting the hint and taking a break when I'd relieved her of the ax, she'd moved to another task without hesitation. She paused only to let her wanton stare slide over the men, then back to me with lust. She'd examined my men with curiosity, but she ogled my body like she wanted to ride it vigorously, and that had turned my dick hard. Hell, watch- ing her do anything made me hard with the need to make up for the time we'd lost.
I'd watched Braelyn with respect burning within me that had pissed me off. The pack had acted like it wasn't a huge deal for the pack alpha's daughter to pitch in and carry her weight. When she'd said she was going to do pampered princess shit, I'd assumed she meant a massage, not manual labor that was shit full-grown men did within the pack. We'd all watched from where we'd exited the lodge as Braelyn worked the ax like she was taking out her aggression and anger on the wood-just like men fucking did.
She'd placed her own life in danger to save a toddler and then fought a shifter without hesitation. It felt like I'd stepped into a dream, watching the woman who'd once been weak and feeble lead the pack by example. Shit, most alphas didn't do that sort of thing.
I'd left here when Braelyn was on the brink of becoming a woman, or at least by wolf standards. She'd seemed small and frail against my body. Yeah, she held herself at arm's length, but she was the alpha's daughter, and there had been a ton of pressure on her. Never in my wildest dreams had I expected to return to a warrior who didn't pass off the most challenging jobs to the men or other members of her pack, choosing to do them herself.
"Tell me about Chaos, and how you found him," I asked, listening to Brae- lyn rummaging around inside the closet as I pulled on my pants.
I'd spoken to my son, and he'd bragged about having the alpha's protection. I'd felt scorn at thinking Harold had raised my son, but Chaos laughed it off and said Braelyn had raised him. That had sparked a multitude of questions be- cause he acted like she was the pack alpha. I want to know why she had raised my offspring. Chaos told me she'd plucked him from the omegas at a very young age and raised him herself. That wasn't what females did when faced with the offspring of their mate from some other woman. Most mates would have scorned Chaos or denounced him immediately. Braelyn hadn't, though.
According to my son, Brae had raised him in a manner that never made him feel anything less than wanted and loved. She'd told him about me, explaining that I hadn't left by my choice. She'd told him about rejecting our mating and that I'd been banished as a result. Yeah, she'd skipped telling him the part where she sent me off to be tortured, but then again, he was only ten. And, of course, admitting to Chaos that she'd allowed his father to be continuously tor- mented for the sick entertainment of others wouldn't have gone over well with any child.
"What about him, Saint?" she asked from inside the closet.
I moved toward her, leaning against the door as she bent over, rolling on a sexy-as-fuck stocking and connecting it to her garter. Her panties were plain and black, covering most of her luscious ass, and shouldn't have been as sexy as they were. She turned, looking at me with the same blank look in her eyes as she had the day she sent me away. My eyes slid over her flat stomach, and I squashed the urge to see it swollen with our child. That had to wait until I knew if she was part of what had been happening here.
The idea of Braelyn carrying my child sent warmth rushing through me. We'd often spoken about how many children we'd have, and she told me she'd give me as many as we could have because she'd wanted to carry my children. I could still see Braelyn's sparkling eyes, filled with tears, her pretty lips curling into a blinding smile as she'd whispered her love, promising to protect our babies from monsters.