The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper novel Chapter 323

Chapter 0323 

I step up to the bed. “I want to. I didn’t know if you would be comfortable with that.” 

“Well, we’re partially bonded, right? Won’t you sleep better if you’re beside me?” 

“Yes.” 

“Good, then it’s settled. Hop in.” 

I crawl into bed beside her, and she immediately curls up against me. I sigh heavily, relaxing for the first time in days. 

“I’m sorry I had to mark you. I didn’t want it to be like that.” 

“You kept those other wolves from forcing their mark on me. I have no idea what their pack is like, but based on their Alpha, I would have been miserable in that environment.” 

I tuck her closer to me, Louis’s growl rumbling in my chest that someone almost forced their mark on our mate. 

“Shhh, Louis, I’m safe now. Thanks to you and Eli. Rest, sweet wolf.” Grace says, rubbing her hand against my chest, soothing Louis’s growl. 

“Sweet?” I ask her. Louis has been called many things, but sweet has never been one of them. 

I can feel her smile against my chest. “He’s very sweet to Maia. She’s got a soft spot for him, too.” 

Louis’s growl turns to a purr, and I feel Grace chuckle. “See? He’s so sweet.” 

“What about me? Am I sweet?” 

Am I fishing for compliments? Yes. Am I jealous that she seems to like my wolf more than me? Yes. 

She lifts her head and looks at me. “You are amazing, kind and generous.” 

I lean up kissing her gently. “Thank you.” 

When she doesn’t lay back down, I turn to look at her again. She slowly lowers her face to mine, kissing me tentatively. 

In an instant, I have our positions flipped with her underneath me, my body settling between her legs. I slowly increase the intensity of the kiss, wanting to taste her. I use one arm to keep most of my weight off of her while the other 

strokes her cheek, moving into her hair as my need to touch and taste her overwhelms me. 

I nip at her bottom lip, making her gasp. When her mouth opens, I slide my tongue into the sweet tartness of her cherry taste. I moan as her taste floods my tongue and I hold her face gently as I take my time, tasting her mouth, feeling the soit plumpness of her lips, letting her get used to my tongue teasing hers. 

Her arms go around me and I feel her nails dragging down my back. Exquisite pain. I can feel her tentativeness through the bond, but also her arousal which is perfuming the air around us. Her scent and her taste have me feeling intoxicated, drunk on my mate. 

I gently begin kissing my way down her neck, sucking gently on my mark. Her gasp changes to a moan and I feel her knees come up on either side of me and she begins rubbing herself against me, trying to ease the pressure I’m causing and find her release.