SMUT WARNING

Hank POV

I haven't been so nervous for probably forever. As I knock on the bathroom door, I hear no answer. I guess she is too scared to come out.

Kids are sleeping today with twins under Hayden's supervision because this will happen tonight. Celia was so set up to just get it over with, but I guess that her trauma is much stronger than I thought, and that's why she is so scared to come out of the bathroom.

Honestly, during the last weeks, I came to accept that I would never touch Celia again. She warmed up about me taking care of her, she accepted me as a father of Kathy, and I guess I made peace with the fact that's the most she would ever be able to give me.

I understand that she said yes, but still, I can't shake off the feeling that this will again be me forcing her into something that will only bring more harm. When we first met, I was barely a man, and she was a child, and I took her childhood away from her at that very moment. What I'm going to take away from her today?

But still, I'm so horny because no matter what, Celia is like my personal drug. She will always be the only one for me.

I hear the crack noise, and my mate leaves the bathroom. She's wearing only a T-shirt and panties; in the half-light, I can see some of her scars as she slowly limps towards the bed I'm currently sitting. She sits next to me but doesn't look at me, and I can feel shaking in her body, a heart hammering in her chest. This is so awkward and so wrong.

"I'm so ugly. I'm sorry," she whispers, barely allowing me to hear her.

Fuck, this must be done; we can do it, I hope.

"Celia, you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I promise I won't hurt you. If I do something you don't like or you want me to stop, just say it, and I will stop."

I stand up and kneel in front of her. I gently, very gently start caressing her bare thighs with my fingers. At first, she tenses but, in a moment, seems calmer, but she hasn't stopped shaking yet. I lean closer, slowly closing the distance between our lips. I touch her gently, focused on every movement she can make. I coax her to join me in our first kiss, and after some time, she starts moving her lips against mine.

I step away and smile at her; she has tears in her eyes but tries to smile back at me. I take off my top and reach to take her T-shirt. She flinches slightly.

"It's alright, sweetheart, you are so beautiful, it's alright, you are safe," I say, peeling her clothes off her very slowly and pushing her delicately to lie on the bed. Her scars are now perfectly visible, and I feel anger building up in me. Anger... both at myself and at them.

I don't want to tower over her, so I lie next to her. I come closer and kiss her again. She seems less timid because she joins me in this kiss quickly. I dare to use my tongue and ask for entrance to her mouth. She allows it, and for a moment, our tongues dance together; she mimics my movements, which makes me painfully aware that nobody has ever kissed her.

My hands start fondling her breasts as I let go of her lips. I start caressing her neck with my mouth moving slowly down. I take extra care to kiss her scars, whispering that it's alright and that nothing bad will happen. She doesn't protest when I suck the skin on her bare breasts but also doesn't make any movement. She just lies next to me.

I stop and look at her; I take one of her hands and press it to my chest.

"You can touch me, Celia, it's alright," I say, and to my surprise, she shyly moves her hand up and down my stomach and to my back. I feel no sparks and tingles, but Greyson is howling in the excitement in my mind.

I go back to touching, kneading, and caressing her body with my hands and lips, and she starts breathing faster. I take time; I notice her tensed muscles slowly relaxing. When I finally put my hand between her thighs, she makes a sudden move trying to push me away; I stop instantly.

"Celia, look at me, you are safe, it's ok. I will take off your underwear now; I promise I won't hurt you," I whisper gently.

She doesn't shake anymore, and no tears are coming down her face, but her eyes are shut. I see her fists clench as I remove her underwear. I extremely slowly put my hand back on her clit and start preparing her with my fingers. She flinches again, but she's wet. Thanks, Goddess; our making-out managed to make her ready.

Once again, I go back to caressing her neck and collarbone with my lips as I move on top of her, I'm painfully hard and ready, and I want so much to be inside her. She becomes totally still as I spread her legs and slowly push myself inside her, she looks scared but not in pain, and that's good news. 

"Breathe with me, baby," I say. She still doesn't look at me but follows my lead.

When I'm fully inside, I stop to stabilize myself on my elbows not to crush her. She is so tight, so I have to be extra careful not only with my movements but also with losing control. I want so badly to just pound into her that keeping myself from it is painful.

"Tell me when I can move, sweetheart," I say.

She takes a couple of breaths as if she wanted to calm herself down.

"You can move. I'm ready."

So I start to move, at first slowly, seeking on her face any sights of displeasure. She finally looks at me, biting her lips, trying to suppress her moans. Her hands are on my hips. Greyson howls and starts pushing to the front. I relish some control over him, letting him participate too. We move in and out of our mate at a slow pace, we all breathe hard, and I can hear our hearts hammering in our chests. It feels so good.

When she wraps her arms around my neck, I'm getting a little bit braver.

"Can I move faster?" I ask, and she nods.

I pick up my pace, and she holds me tighter to stabilize herself as my hips rock between her thighs. I thrust hard and fast, checking her all the time, enjoying the small moans she finally let leave her mouth from time to time. Suddenly almost impossible happens; I feel her moving her lips and nibbling on my ear. I feel my being cautious is out the window and start thrusting faster.

She digs her fingers into my back as I reach to her lips again, pushing my tongue into her mouth and exploring it from inside. I lift her up a little and place my hands on her ass cheeks and start to move faster. Her breath is rapid; she moans and bites my ear from time to time as I keep sucking the crook of her neck.

Goddess, I'm in heaven, I'm in total bliss, I don't care about anything anymore, she's mine, she's mine, she's finally mine!

My orgasm is near as I feel my canines extending; Greyson pushes forward. I feel her walls squeezing around me, my cum shooting inside her as I bite into the junction between her neck and arm, and she screams in ecstasy. 

I literally feel the bond forming between us as I almost lose my balance and collapse on top of her.

Celia POV

It was strange to have sex again; it was strange to have sex with him again.

Since I had Kathy, I didn't have sex. True, I tried to date once or twice when we were living alone, but it never ended well. Basically, it ended after the first kiss or random touch. It always freaked me out, and I wasn't too eager to try again. I stopped trying very quickly.

Yesterday when I left the bathroom, I was prepared to endure. Hank said many times that he wouldn't hurt me, but deep down inside me, I was prepared for sex to be, at best neutral. I hoped it wouldn't be painful. I didn't expect it to be pleasant. Oh, God, who I try to trick, it was very good.

I was sure we have the same understanding of our situation. We had to do it to secure our daughter's future; this was supposed to be an obligation. I was for sure not prepared for Hank to actually made me feel wanted, for him to actually enjoyed it. And as hell, I wasn't ready to actually enjoy it myself.

I am aware that my scars aren't the most pleasant view of the world, and my body isn't appealing at all because of it. But Hank looked at me as if I was beautiful.

Yes, I felt awkward and embarrassed and nervous as hell, but I had no flashbacks or panic attacks. I know that technically we had done this before, but that experience was pure horror for me, and suddenly I came to understand that it might be the same for Hank and Greyson.

And yesterday was like traveling to another dimension. The moment he bit me, I had my orgasm instantly. Somehow that was the moment I felt safe; I felt Greyson was touching my soul, if you can say something like that about a wolf. And Hank, I felt an eagerness to know more about him to be closer to him.

A look at my mate lying next to me; he looks so peaceful, and I must say handsome. I'm mated with the werewolf. My grandfather, for sure, is turning over in his grave like crazy now. I feel a bang of pride at that thought, he sentenced me to die, and yet I survived when he is six feet under.

Hank opens his eyes and shyly smiles at me:

"How do you feel? Anything hurts?"

"No, I feel alright," I say.

For a moment, he looks at me as if he is waiting for something. Does he want to know if I liked it?

"If you are ok, let's go downstairs and finally get this jerk from the Council out of our home," he says in a stern voice.

I giggle a little; we both get dressed and go to the Alpha's office; both he and Luna wait for us as we enter it.

"We don't wish to know any details but is everything alright?" asks Mikkeli.

"Yes, everything is alright," I say and manage to smile at Hannah, who is sitting on Mikkeli's lap. Now when I think about it, they sure do that a lot.

"Well, now that you are officially mated, I will ask Hayden to start all the paperwork. Kathy has to be claimed into your bloodline and become the next in line to the Beta position of Black Moon. The case with your uncle will be a little bit complicated, but since you are now a member of the pack, we can put him in your care. You and Hank will have to take all responsibility for all his actions. And about Danny..."

"I want Danny to be adopted," Hank interrupts Mikkeli. "I want to claim Danny into my bloodline, too, as our son."

I look at him surprised; I haven't expected that.

Gabriel Blythe enters the room and gives us his signature smile of a clerk. I shiver a little bit; the way he looks at all of us gives the vibration of threat.

He smirks again but doesn't look pleased; inspecting my mark, I literally sense Hank's fury because Gabriel is so close to me.

"It's done, so I kindly ask you to get the hell out of my pack," says Hannah slowly.

"With all due respect Luna, this pack is..." he starts.

"You heard her," says Mikkeli without even lifting his gaze from the papers in front of him.

Gabriel Blythe gives us a furious look and storms out. And yet something in him still makes me feel uneasy, as if he hasn't said his final word yet.

Later I go to take back my daughter and Danny, leaving Hank, Mikkeli, and Hannah to discuss something, I heard whispers, and I'm sure my name was mentioned. I look around and see a pair of girls, omega girls, to be specific, cleaning the corridor.

"Well, I think it's a bit romantic. After all, they are true mates," one of them says.

"He rejected her because she is our enemy; her folks slaughtered his parents! He pities her because he lost control over himself once. If she hadn't gotten pregnant, he would've never taken her in. Do you really think she can satisfy him? After all, he is a Beta."

I clench my fists; I slowly have enough of it.

"Well, I'm not sure yet about his satisfaction, but for sure, I got mine last night," I say loudly, resuming my walking in their direction.

They look at me, but only one of them turns her eyes to the floor. The other one gives me a challenging look, but I know I can't step back, not now, not ever again.

"And about his satisfaction, my father used to say that practicing is the key to success. I guess we will just have to practice... a lot."

She snorts, and I smirk happily that I made her angry. I definitely finished with being a pushover. I'm a pack member now, no longer a prisoner, and I will be respected as every pack member is, no matter what.