 Adelaide 
The smell of bacon wafted through her senses, stirring her empty stomach and starting up her brain. Her eyes fluttered open, gradually taking in the Christmas themed living room. The fireplace was dead, but the vague scent of smoke still lingered. She sat up, her hips still aching from the night before. Memory of Geoff ravaging her after getting home from work engraved into her mind. She looked around the room, her eyes landing on her Mate sleeping soundly beside her. He must've been far more exhausted than she realized.
"Adelaide ." Nathan's soft voice came to her from the doorway. She gasped, covering herself with a portion of the blanket. He held up a plate with bacon still sizzling on it. Her mouth watered. He walked away as if teasing her with its aroma. She looked around, finding her clothes and quickly got dressed.
When she stepped into the kitchen, her eyes widened at 

 Adelaide 
Dr. Marshall.
"Stephanie?" Adelaide asked as she picked up the call, excusing herself from the table.
"Good morning, Luna. I hope I'm not disturbing you at all." She said.
"We're just having breakfast. Is everything okay?" She asked her.
"It turns out that our obstetricians are already on leave for the holidays. We do have substitutes in place, would you be okay with that until I can figure out a preferred doctor for you?"
Adelaide looked back toward the kitchen as she stepped into the living room. She picked Geoff's shirt off of the floor and the blanket before tossing them on the couch.
"That's fine. It's just to see my status, right?" She asked as she took a seat on the couch. She glanced outside to see light flurries. The wind howled outside the walls, whistling against the windowpane.
"Yes, and I will be there with you. You can bring someone along if you wish. I know you 

 Geoff
Adelaide stopped, her eyes going down to the ornament in her hands. She sniffled, wiping her face before putting it on the tree. He stealthed to the entryway, leaning against the frame as his eyes wandered over the rest of the living room. Garlands stretched over the mantle, a small fire lit in the fireplace. Seven stockings were pinned high above it, each one labeled with a name. A blanket laid across the back of one of the couches. His eyes went to the coffee table where a thin blue box sat with a satin blue ribbon tied on it.
Adelaide turned around, stopping as she spots him standing there. Her eyes were glossy from crying for God knows how long. He took in her appearance. Her hair in a loose braid over her shoulder, a slightly oversized shirt and basketball shorts that were definitely a man's size. His wolf growled hungrily at the sight of her. She wiped her cheeks, looking away from him.
"I can reheat dinner for you." She told him as she went over to the present on the table and put it under the tree. He noticed a few other presents already wrapped and ready to go. He was gone all day and she managed to get all of this together when normally it would take families all month to get things even remotely perfect.
"I'm not hungry." He told her. She pushed a loose strand of hair from her face, nodding. She went over to an empty box on the couch, breaking it down. He stepped into the room as she turned her back to him. He walked up behind her, grabbing her waist. She tensed up upon contact, her heart starting to accelerate. He lowered his face to her neck, taking in her scent. She shivered, her ass pressing against him. His cock came to life instantly, bulging against his jeans.
"You should get some sleep. It's pretty late." She pried herself away from him. He growled, grabbing her waist again and pulled her against him. This time he refused to release her.
"We're talking. Now." He told her, his hands moving over her stomach and up to her chest. He was surprised that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath as he pinched her nipples through the fabric. She let out a moan as he twisted.
"There's nothing to talk about." She told him, trying to break free of his hold, but her body wanted to cave under his touch. He reached under her shirt, feeling her soft skin and massaged her breasts. She bit her lip, tucking away a moan.
"Adelaide ." He growled into her ear. She grabbed his hands, her hips swaying against his. He moaned softly as she grinded on him. He released one of her breasts, trailing down below her shorts where again he was surprised that she wasn't wearing any panties. His fingers glided over her wet sex, driving circles over her sensitive clit.
"Talk." She moaned, inclining her neck. His eyes fell on his Mark, licking his lips as his fangs extended. He grazed his fangs over the Mark, remembering the day he first Marked her. Her assertive behavior was such a turn on for him. She was the submissive type, but every so often she would surprise him.
"What can I do to appease your mind and your heart of my wrong doings?" He asked her, licking the arc of her neck. His fingers slipped inside of her, plunging them as deep as he can get them. Adelaide panted and squirmed in his arms, but she was no longer fighting him.
"I'd ask you to make a promise..." She let out a gasp when his fingers separated just slightly, widening her a bit, "but I don't think you can keep it." She retorted. He growled, nibbling on her ear. He stopped massaging her breasts and pulled off her shirt. She covered her chest shyly. His hand slipped back around, sliding up to her throat and squeeze just slightly enough to show he was in control. He tilted her head back to look up at him. Her eyelids were heavy with desire as she met his gaze.
"I change my mind, I am hungry." He told her, pulling his fingers out of her. She moaned, biting her lip as he pulled down her shorts. He spun her to face him, laying her down on the carpet in front of the fireplace. She stared up at him, her cheeks pink as he looked her over. Each scar gave a story. A bad memory of her past, but they created the wonderful woman that was his Mate. He moved down between her legs, looking at the pink folds of her sex as they glisten and shine in the firelight. He nipped the inside of her thighs, hearing her gasp in response. His tongue flicked her clit while his eyes moved up the hills of her breasts. She arched her back, her hands going straight into his hair. She continued to moan, keeping it soft as he ran his tongue over her. He kissed her clit, tugging on it with his teeth. He shifted lower, his tongue breaching the entrance where her juices pooled for him. He slid his tongue in, feeling her body tense up for a split second before relaxing. His tongue explored her sex as he listened to her moans of approval.
"Geoff... I'm going to..." Her breath came in quick gasps as she gripped his hair. His hands moved under her ass, lifting her slightly so his tongue could reach in deeper. She let out a soft scream as she came. He watched her body tremble, her heart pounding away in her chest. He licked his lips, sitting up and pulled off his shirt. As he worked on his jeans, Adelaide finally sat up on her knees, her hands on his. They met gazes as she helped take his pants off. His cock jumped out for freedom, throbbing for her touch.
"No promises." He told her as he sat back. She moved forward, pulling her hair from her braid and licked the full length of his shaft. He inhaled sharply as she cushioned herself between his legs. As her mouth reacquainted with his dick, her hands moved lower and grasped his balls. He jumped in surprise, but she gripped and massaged them carefully. His mind went blank as stars flashed behind his closed eyelids. She worked him until she knew he was ready to take her. She swirled her tongue around the tip, licking up the precum as she stroked him.
"Then why should I if you won't make a promise?" She asked as she finally pulled away from him. His eyes refocused on her as she was kneeling in front of him. He growled, prowling toward her until she was on her back. He knelt in front of her, placing her legs over his arms as his cock prepared to enter her.
"Promises can take forever, but I'd rather just..." He slid in, inch by inch. He watched her eyes roll back as he pushed his way in. Once he was fully inside of her, he felt her walls squeeze him, her juices soaking the base and streaming downward. "Show you." With that, he thrusted slow, but hard. He swayed his hips against hers, making sure she felt every inch of force fucking her body. She moaned, her arms laying above her head. He leaned forward, angling himself as he pushed her legs slightly up and in. He grabbed her thighs, thrusting harder. He needed her to know. He needed her to feel.
"Geoff." She moaned his name, his wolf groaned in response. He shifted slightly, his nails sharpening and digging into her thighs. His cock thickened inside of her, stretching to accommodate his new size. Her eyes widened at the change, drool at the corner of her lips. She was lost in the lust they shared, but he needed to show her more.
He pulled out, his cock aching to go back inside and turned her onto her hands and knees. His hands ran over her ass, giving it a playful smack. She moaned, his hands trailing up her back, tracing the scars along the way. He gripped her shoulders as he pushed back in. He focused his energy on thrusting into her as hard as he could. She moaned, gripping the carpet. The flames of the fireplace danced along her skin. He grabbed her arms, pulling her up so her head rested against his shoulder. His cock angled again, hitting her deepest spot yet. She laid her head back, looking up at him.
"Tell me you love me." She told him. He growled softly at her, his arms snaking around and clutching her against him.
"I love you." He said, thrusting faster. Her ass bounced off of his hips, but he kept her tightly against him.
"Again." She ordered him, reaching up and grabbing his hair. He growled when she pulled. He felt his face partially shift, his fangs stabbing into his bottom lip, drawing a little bit of blood.
"I love you." His guttural voice came through. He felt her sex spasm around him, but he didn't let up. One of his hands snaked up to her neck again, holding her in place so she never looked away.
"Again." She gasped out, her juices running like rivers down her thighs. He inhaled her arousing scent, his wolf wanting to take over more. He snarled lightly, increasing his speed even more than humanly possible.
"I... fuck..." He grunted, feeling his cock thicken as he neared his end. She orgasmed again, harder than last time. "I'm in love with you." He groaned, his wolf howling within him. Adelaide 's eyes rolled back as she came one last time. He pumped once more before releasing inside of her. He held onto her as her body went limp for a moment, trying to catch her breath. He slowly pulled out of her, sitting back. She swayed for a moment, falling back onto him.
"Adelaide ?" He asked her worriedly. Her eyes fluttered open, looking up at him and gives a very faint smile. He reached up to the couch, pulling the blanket down and wrapped it around them. She snuggled against his chest, shutting her eyes. The crackling of the fire, the soft Christmas music, the dim glow of the multi-colored Christmas lights. He glanced down at her, her eyes already shut and softly snoring. He rested his cheek against her head as he watched the flames dance.


Adelaide 
The smell of bacon wafted through her senses, stirring her empty stomach and starting up her brain. Her eyes fluttered open, gradually taking in the Christmas themed living room. The fireplace was dead, but the vague scent of smoke still lingered. She sat up, her hips still aching from the night before. Memory of Geoff ravaging her after getting home from work engraved into her mind. She looked around the room, her eyes landing on her Mate sleeping soundly beside her. He must've been far more exhausted than she realized.
"Adelaide ." Nathan's soft voice came to her from the doorway. She gasped, covering herself with a portion of the blanket. He held up a plate with bacon still sizzling on it. Her mouth watered. He walked away as if teasing her with its aroma. She looked around, finding her clothes and quickly got dressed.
When she stepped into the kitchen, her eyes widened at the display. There was the plate of bacon, sausage, pancakes, scrambled eggs, waffles, and hash brown

Chapter 20