The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 41

"I'm not your mate," she whispered.

With a small smile he replied, "You don't ever plan to mate with anyone, are you?"

With a sad expression, "No, I do not. It's not in my cards," she said rubbing her hand over his cheek.

He sighed, he could look her in the eye, "Me too," he whispered.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"For what," he asked.

"About your mate. I could only think the reason why you're here thinking I'm your mate because I look or smell like her. But I'm not her," did she really think that he had a mate before and that she was gone.

He smiled at the irony of all this, "She was beautiful, strong and kind. She really made me think that we could have life more wonderful than anything in the world. That nothing matters but two of us. I just wish that I could tell her that I love her, every day and every night, until the end of time," he whispered.

"If could, what would you tell her right now?"

"Right now. I would tell her...I would tell her, Let me make love to until the world end." He smiled at his little joke but that was really what he wanted to do. Hell, he wanted to that for a long time now.

"Be serious," she smacked him as they both laughed.

"Okay, okay," He looked into Blakes grey eyes, what do I want to say to you? There is so much I want to tell you. "If she was right here, I would say, 'I love you. I want you by my side for all the good, bad, and the ugly. In the morning the first thing I want to see is your face. I want to tell you over and over again that I love you until your so sick of it that you beg me to stop. I wish I knew how to cook so I could cook all your meals. I want to be to the rock you need to keep you up. I want you to lean on me and let me protect you from all your fears. I want to make you happy until the day we die. So please, don't leave me.'" Eric took his chance and lifted himself up and gently, softly, placed his lips against her.

"I'm not her," she whispered between each kiss.

"Please let me hold you, one last time," he pleated. They shared a moment, just looking into each other eyes.

"Eric," she whispered, Blake didn't realize how much she liked saying his name, how it tasted. She couldn't help but look into his eyes than his lips unsure that to look at. He looked so lost and all she wanted to do was ease the pain he felt. Would it be bad it she let him have his way with her? Would it make her a bad person to give herself to him? Could she live with that? Maybe. Maybe not. But she did it anyway, "Eric, forgive me," she whispered bring her lips to his.

"Always," he replied lifting himself, deepen theirs.

"The floor," she asked. ready to just fall on the ground just so they could continue.

He shook his head, "No".

"The wall then," she asked just wanting to get to the finish goal before something or someone stopped them.

"No, my sweet," he smiled bending down to kiss the tip of her nose. "Let's go up to the bedroom."

"Why not here, I don't mind, just fuck me," she huskily pleated with him.

"I mind, I want to do this right."

"You sure are doing a shity job right now," she growled.

"Is my little she-wolf impatient," he laughed once more wrapping his arms around her waist, bring her towards him.