Claiming My Wolf
Chapter 66 – The End

~~Sadie’s PoV~~

The lawn is full of people but I can only see one of them. Logan looks incredibly sexy in his suit. It strains against his broad shoulders, like whoever made it hadn’t anticipated someone built like him ever trying to wear it, but it’s the look on his face that really takes my breath away. He looks at me like I’m the most precious gift he could ever get. I will never get tired of seeing that look.

I had a little cry in my room earlier when I was getting ready. I cried for my parents, that they wouldn’t be there for this night and that they would never get to meet my wonderful mate. I cried for Logan’s mom and sister too, that their lives were cut painfully short by the twisted man who tried to kill me too.

And I cried for Ava, that she won’t be able to dance with me tonight. The doctors are still hopeful that she might make a full recovery and she’s in pretty good spirits. It helps that Micah is being amazing with her. I’m so proud of him, and happy for them both. He and I had a good talk earlier and I feel like we’re good now. I think the four of us will all be good together.

And now that I see Logan looking at me like that, the tears start to come back to my eyes, but I quickly blink them away. This is not a night to be sad. This is the night that the rest of my life starts, this life I never expected or even thought I wanted.

This is the night I truly claim my wolf.

We go through the usual rituals that I’m starting to see are normal for these kinds of nights. And when the sun finally sets, the Alpha calls me up to the raised platform with him.

I step up with him in front of the whole pack, my pack, as the Alpha takes my hand and gives me a warm smile.

“You haven’t been in Westbridge very long, Sadie,” he says, speaking loudly enough that everyone can hear. “But things have certainly been interesting since you got here.”

There is a murmured agreement among the crowd, and I can’t help blushing. “I hope it’s a lot less interesting from here on in, Alpha.”

He laughs and others do too. “None of us know what the future brings,” he reminds me. “But it is my honor to welcome you as a full member of the Westbridge pack. Now, do you see your mate in the crowd?”

He gives me a private wink, since he already knows exactly who it is. And when I turn to the crowd, Logan is front and center. “Mate,” he calls out, and there’s a gasp of surprise from several people in the crowd.

“Mate,” I agree, nodding at him and smiling, and he runs up to the platform, taking me in his arms in front of everyone and placing a sweet, lingering k**s on my lips.

“Sadie and Logan!” the Alpha announces and the whole pack applauds, making me blush once again. Logan laughs at the color in my cheeks and he keeps his arm around me as we both acknowledge the crowd.

Then it’s time for me to shift, which isn’t scary at all since I’ve done it several times already now. Logan tells me my wolf is a pale moonlight color, just right for the goddess’ vessel. I don’t know if that’s on purpose or not, and neither does he, but he tells me I’m beautiful in either form, and we both think the color is a little ironic, considering my wolf’s name is Ebony.

We stay at the party a while longer and Logan gives me a present, a beautiful necklace with two halves of a heart on it.

“Is this for us?” I ask him, fingering the little heart pieces.

“Not exactly,” he explains, and I frown until he elaborates further. “It was my mother’s. I remember I asked her about it once and she said it was for her and her best friend. I think now that it must have been your mom.”

Tears threaten to spill out again as I look at the beautiful, thoughtful gift, and then I k**s him, not caring that everyone can see us. There are some catcalls and whistles, and this time it’s Logan who’s blushing when I pull away.

“I’m going inside now,” he whispers in my ear. “Come and see me whenever you’re ready.”

A shiver of anticipation runs through me as he walks away. I force myself to stay a while longer to talk to the people who are waiting to see me, their future Luna, but eventually I can’t wait any longer. I sneak away and head up the stairs to the room that I know is Logan’s.

I knock quietly and the door opens almost immediately, like he was waiting for me on the other side. His body blocks the entry as he opens it just a cra*k. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” I reply. “Are you going to let me in?”

He grins and steps back, opening the door all the way, and my mouth falls open. The whole room is decorated with candles and rose petals, like something out of a movie.

“You did all this for me?”

“I don’t know how good this is going to be,” he admits, biting his l*p a little nervously. “I wanted you to have at least some good memories of tonight.”

His uncertainty makes my heart melt. “It’s going to be great,” I promise him. “Just because it’s you.”

He pulls me further inside, closing the door behind us, and takes me in his arms again. “I’m so glad you came here, Sadie,” he whispers to me. “You brought me back to life again.”

“You helped me so much too,” I tell him. “I couldn’t have got through all of this without you.”

He smiles. “I think you could have. You’re so strong.”

“So are you.”

“I love you, Sadie.” His words are feather-soft, barely more than a whisper, but they mean everything to me.

“I love you too, Logan.”

We take our time getting undressed. Last week when we were in here making out, it was rushed and hurried, but tonight, it feels like we have all the time in the world. I take off his suit jacket, his tie, and his dress shirt, then I k**s my way along his broad chest. His eyes close at my touch, feeling the sparks between us.

He unzips my dress, and as it falls to the floor, his eyes widen at the sight. Ava helped me pick out the sexiest set of underwear that we could have delivered here before tonight, and apparently it was worth the effort.

“I’m so goddamn lucky,” he murmurs as he bends down to k**s the top of my breasts that swell above the bra.

I feel like the lucky one right now. Every touch of his lips or fingers is like magic. He helps me down onto the bed, onto the pile of soft rose petals he arranged on it, and then he takes off his pants. I can already see the hard outline of his c*ck through his underwear, looking so much bigger already than it did the other night in the woods when I took a peek at it.

Logan seems to read my mind. “I wasn’t turned on that night,” he tells me. “Not like I am now, seeing you on my bed like this.”

He pulls his underwear off and I have to remember to breathe as I finally see just how big and hard he really is.

I reach out to touch him, but he shakes his head at me. “Not yet. I need to see you first.”

He gently helps me out of my underwear too until I’m just as naked as he is. Nobody’s ever seen me like this before but I don’t feel shy. I only want to be with him.

Still we take our time, touching and exploring each other. I love when he inhales at my touch, letting me know how it affects him. I m**n as he k****s my breasts, sucking on the n*pples, and when his fingers move between my legs, a shock of pleasure runs through me.

“Is that good?” he asks quickly, surprised at the way my body tenses.

“So good,” I assure him. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. He runs his fingers through my wetness, replaceing the little bud there that makes me quiver again, and then, very gently, he presses his fingers inside me. I cry out in amazement. It feels so good, the sparks travelling up inside me, but it’s not enough. I want more.

Once again, he reads my mind. “Is it okay if I…”

“Yes, please. Let me feel you, Logan.”

It’s a little awkward, I won’t lie. Neither of us know exactly what we’re doing, but eventually we replace the right position, the place where we fit together just perfectly, and as he pushes into me, we both shudder with the absolute rightness of it.

He stops only a short way in. “I think this is the part that’s going to hurt, Sadie.”

He looks so worried that I reach up to give him a k**s. “I know. It’s okay.”

Logan doesn’t look like he agrees, but we couldn’t stop now even if we wanted to, and we definitely don’t want to. I whimper a little at the strange tearing feeling inside me and he grimaces at the sound. “F*ck, I’m sorry.”

He keeps going though, and soon he’s all the way in and I’ve never felt so complete before in all my life.

I thought I’d found where I was meant to be, here in this pack, but now I know that was only part of it. This is where I’m meant to be, here in Logan’s arms, joined together in the most intimate way, our hearts beating in perfect sync.

He rests there a moment until I’m ready to keep going, and it doesn’t take long. With the sparks flying between us, his fingers exploring my clit as he thrusts into me, and the perfect feeling of belonging with him, my pleasure builds, faster and faster, until I feel like I’m going to explode.

And then I do. The build-up suddenly bursts and all Im left with is pleasure and satisfaction, rushing through every fiber of my body. And when he shudders on top of me, I know he’s felt it too.

Mate, Ebony calls out.

I know, I answer her breathlessly in my head.

No, she counters. Make him our mate. Mark him!

Oh, right. I don’t really know how to do that, and yet somehow I do. Moving purely by instinct, I pull Logan’s neck towards me and my teeth grow longer, my wolf form coming out just in my mouth, and I sink the sharp canines into the sweet spot on his neck.

Logan calls out my name, his voice joyful, and as soon as I’ve finished, he does the same to me, marking me as his, now and forever.

When we fall back onto the pillows together, I look at the mark I’ve just made on him, running my fingers over it.

“You’ve claimed me,” he teases, but his eyes are shining with love. “I’m yours now.”

“And I’m yours,” I remind him, snuggling into his warm, solid body. “Me and my wolf. You’ve claimed us too.”

~~The End~~