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A silence falls over us, but it’s a comfortable silence. Brock runs his fingers along my spine and through my hair. I trace the muscles of his chest with mine. His skin is so warm- I lay my palm flat over his chest, feeling his heartbeat thumping underneath it.

And that’s when I see it all. Goosebumps break out over my body and I feel the whoosh of a vision hit me- only it’s not just one vision, it’s multiple snippets strung together. Rapid-fire visions layered on top of one another.

The first one is of Brock and me in my bed at the Denver packhouse- we’re tangled in the sheets and I’m tracing my fingertips over a scar across his eyebrow and the scars of a mate marking where his neck meets his shoulder-my mark.

Then we’re at the packhouse in Riverton and he’s standing in the doorway of my room, smiling at me adoringly as I stand in a flowing gown. “I love you,” he murmurs as he watches me. It’s the same scene I saw a snippet of last week as he was leaving my room, standing in the same spot. But now there’s more to it- I shoo him away with a hand and he winks and calls me ‘Luna Astrid’.

That image suddenly cuts away to the two of us in the kitchen of the packhouse. Snow is falling outside, and Brock comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. He tucks his chin over my shoulder, his hands going to my swollen belly.

Then we’re out back behind the packhouse; it’s summertime and Brock is manning the grill. I can smell the burgers he’s cooking and feel the sun on my skin. He laughs as a little girl runs by- a little girl with wild, curly hair who looks just like me- being chased by a smaller boy. “Slow down!” he scolds, then turns to me with so much reverence in his gaze. “You sure you don’t want a couple more pups?”

Every vision has the same emotion behind it- overwhelming happiness. Warmth. Contentment.Love. Slowly, they all dissolve away, and I’m back in bed with Brock, my head still resting on his chest as his breathing grows more shallow. My heart’s pounding wildly in my chest. He’s falling asleep, but I feel like I just woke up.

Holy fuck.

Brock’s my mate.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Brock

Considering the fight in Denver that’s looming over our heads right now, I have no right to feel so damn content. Yet here I am, waking up with Astrid’s scent all over my sheets again for the third morning in a row. Grinning like a fool when I hear the shower turn off, because I know it’s her that’s getting out of it.

I blink the sleep from my eyes as they adjust to the light, glancing toward the bathroom door. Anxiously waiting for her to step through it looking like the angel she is. Astrid emerges a minute or two later with nothing but a fluffy white towel wrapped around her body- an angel without wings. Her eyes instantly lock with mine, her lips tipping up into a smile as she runs her fingers through her damp hair.

“Good morning,” she coos softly, her eyes sliding down my body.

I’m naked underneath the bedsheets, my dick getting harder by the second as I watch her watching me. So I kick off the sheets. Her eyes immediately land on my cock- I take it in a hand and give it a lazy stroke, wetting my lips with my tongue. Astrid’s eyes flicker to my mouth, tracking the movement.

“Come here,” I demand, voice gravelly from sleep.

“Brock,” she protests, yet her feet start carrying her closer to the edge of the bed. “I have to be in Goldenleaf by nine…”

I glance at the clock on the nightstand, then back to Astrid, right as her knees hit the edge of the bed.

“That’s in an hour,” I grumble, reaching out for the towel she’s wearing. I give it a little tug and it slides off her body, revealing the tantalizing curves of her slender frame. My arm hooks around her thighs, dragging her onto the bed. “Plenty of time for you to ride my face.”

A blush stains her cheeks as I position her over me, grabbing her ass cheeks in both hands to lift her pussy to my mouth.

“Brock…” she gasps, and the breathy sound of it goes straight to my dick.

“Keep saying my name, baby,” I growl, running my tongue along her slit. “You know how much I fucking love that.”

I lick into her as a needy moan falls from her lips, effectively putting an end to her objections. The taste of her sweet honey explodes on my tongue as she rolls her hips, grinding on my face as I start tongue fucking her. When she says my name again, it’s not in protest, it’s because she’s begging for more.

I graze my teeth over her clit and suction my mouth onto it as she bucks her hips, arching her back. I’m so focused in on what I’m doing to her pussy that I don’t even notice how far back she’s leaning until her hand wraps around my dick. I let out a raspy moan when she tugs on it, the vibration from my mouth against her pussy making her shiver.

“Turn me around,” Astrid pants, working my cock with her hand and shoving her pussy into my face.

I don’t typically take orders in the bedroom, but this request is one I don’t refuse. I grip her hips, lifting her up and spinning her to face the other direction. I immediately lower her pussy back onto my waiting tongue, devouring her like a starving man. And when I feel her bend over and press her lips to the head of my dick, all bets are off.

Astrid presses her palms to my thighs for leverage, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock. I swear, between that and the taste of her in my mouth, I damn near lose my fucking mind. I grip her ass cheeks with bruising force as I feel her lips part to take me in her mouth, sliding down my shaft until my dick hits the back of her throat. Then she starts bobbing up and down over me, sucking my cock while I suck her clit, both of us lost in our own pleasure while driving one another wild.

It doesn’t take me long to get to the edge of orgasm- her mouth feels too fucking good wrapped around my cock. From the way her thighs are trembling against my shoulders, I know she’s close too. She just needs a little nudge over the edge, and I know just how to get her there.

“I want you to come, Astrid,” I murmur against her, nipping her pussy lips. “Come all over my fuckin’ face, baby.”

Her thighs clench and she moans on my dick, making me jerk up, shoving it to the back of her throat. She gags around it, and the sensation of her throat tightening around my cock is more than I can take. Stars explode behind my eyelids as I go off, shooting my load down her throat. I suck her clit even harder as I do and she comes undone, gushing into my mouth and grinding over my face.