War of Hearts (True Immortality) - S Young Page 0,147

I.” He glanced between them. “Most alphas would have made this a challenge to the death. I’m grateful for your mercy.”

“I am too.” Sienna gave them both a tight smile. “Thank you.”

Thea wasn’t comfortable around Sienna Canid. It was irrational—she knew it—but it was hard to want to spend time with a woman who had been weeks away from marrying Conall.

“We’ll talk?” Conall asked Peter.

“Definitely.”

Conall led Thea through the congregated pack, and she smiled as they offered her congratulations and compliments. Many reached out to touch her in awe, as if she were a holy relic of some sort. It was a little disconcerting.

They climbed out of the sand dunes and up onto the single-track road where Conall had left his car. Everyone but the Canids and Callie and James had traveled on foot so as not to block the road.

Thea waved to Callie who was grinning wolfishly at her as she got in her Jeep with James, Grace, and Angus. Hopping into Conall’s Defender, Thea waited impatiently for her mate’s words of congratulations.

Instead, he was silent as he drove toward the Coach House where it was tradition to celebrate after a Challenge win. She wasn’t worried because he didn’t seem angry, but he was certainly something.

Then, as they blew past the Coach House entrance, Thea began to understand what she was sensing from her mate and a deep tug of need pulled low in her belly.

“Conall,” she whispered.

“We’ll join them later.” His voice was hoarse.

“But—”

“I need inside you.” He threw her a dark look of desire. “I’m not doing that in front of my pack.”

Thea’s heart raced, her smile smug. “Got you hot watching me fight, did it?”

“Got me hard watching you squash that wee arse like a bug.” Conall’s lusty expression now mingled with pride. “You are something to watch, lass. Now take off your jeans.”

That tingle of want between her legs intensified. “Now?”

“Right now.”

His tone brooked no argument, and Thea didn’t feel like arguing. She felt like burning her unspent energy with her mate whatever way he wanted to. Fingers shaking with excitement, she kicked off her shoes and unzipped her jeans. She felt Conall watching her as she pulled them off.

“Underwear too,” he grunted.

Excitement rippled through her and she knew when he scented her arousal because a rumbling, sexy growl vibrated up from his chest. Thea slipped off her underwear, her skin hot against the cool leather. She shot a look at Conall’s lap.

He was ready for her too.

The Defender swung left and raced down the drive to the house. It skidded to a halt with a squeal of tires and Conall cut the engine, pushed back his seat, and unzipped his jeans in one smooth move. Thea jumped him, kissing him hungrily as he fumbled to free himself from his jeans. She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, something Conall had started to use now that they could get pregnant.

And then she felt him throbbing between her legs.

Thea pushed down as Conall thrust up, their eyes locked, their gasps sounding against each other’s lips.

All control fled and soon the Defender, a vehicle used by the goddamn army, began to rock hard as Thea and Conall celebrated the Challenge by screwing each other within an inch of their lives.

When they eventually tumbled out of the car, it reeked of sex; they were both covered in scratch marks, and Thea’s legs were a little unsteady.

Conall solved that by swinging her up into his arms and carrying her into the house like a bride. He took them directly upstairs to his shower room where they undressed again. Washing each other soon turned to lovemaking and as Conall held her against the tiled wall, gliding in and out of her in slow, deep thrusts, Thea panted, “Do you think …ah!”

“Do I think what?” His grip on her tightened, his movements deliberately teasing.

“Will it stop?” She clutched his shoulders, her fingers biting into his skin. “Will this need ever stop?”

“Fuck, I hope not,” Conall admitted before crushing her mouth beneath his in a voracious kiss.

When Thea climaxed around him, her moan swallowed in his mouth, she heartily agreed.

If this mad passion lasted their entire lifetime together, she’d die a very satisfied werewolf.

Steam covered the mirror above the bathroom sink and Thea reached to wipe it clear. Compelled to look, she glanced over her shoulder at her naked back, taking in the complete lack of scars.

The thing was, the memories of how she got the scars were still there. Perhaps