Page 26 of Wolf Obsessed

He slammed into me a few more times, and then we both fell over the edge together, crying out as our orgasms raced through us. Sawyer didn’t stop kissing me, didn’t stop moving inside me. His kisses became softer, more loving.

His strokes slowed as his cock softened inside of me until he stopped, keeping himself buried deep within me.

He gave me one last kiss before pulling away from me, breathless. I whimpered, missing his warmth.

Sawyer cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.”

I let my legs go limp against the counter, kicking them lightly. “You didn’t take advantage of me. I think we both needed that.”

I put a hand on my chest, trying to catch my breath.

Sawyer rubbed his jaw. “Yeah, maybe. I think you’re right.”

I hopped off the counter and put my hand on his biceps. “Hey. I’m here for you. Any time you need me.”

Sawyer blinked and shoved a hand through his hair.

I pulled away from him and grabbed my clothes. “We should check on Lincoln.”

We dressed silently, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Sawyer was still upset at himself. I reached out and took his hand, pulling him gently toward the bedroom.

We’d just stepped onto the carpet when Lincoln’s eyes flew open with a gasp.

Nine

Sloane

Lincoln coughed and drew in a raspy breath. His eyes widened as his gaze darted around the room, and he fisted the wet towels and covers tightly, making his knuckles turn white.

Sawyer and I raced toward him, Sawyer to the side of the bed, and I crawled across the mattress.

Lincoln looked at Sawyer and then at me. His eyes were wide and his breathing came in quick pants like he was confused.

I grasped his hand. “Are you okay? Can you hear us? Are you really awake?”

I held my breath. My pulse roared in my ears, and I leaned forward, afraid I wouldn’t hear his answer over the noise.

Lincoln blinked. His jaw worked, but he didn’t say anything as he looked between me and Sawyer again.

Sawyer sat on the bed and put his hand on Lincoln’s shoulder. “Lincoln, are you here with us?”

Lincoln closed his eyes and gave his head a gentle shake before re-opening them. “Where am I?”

The breath I’d been holding whooshed out of my lungs, and I fell forward, burying my face in his chest. I laughed out loud as happy tears pricked my eyes.

Lincoln reached out and squeezed my hand, reminding me that I hadn’t actually answered him.

I sniffled as I sat up, pulling his hand over my thighs and resting it in my lap. “You’re safe. We both are. You’re back at my house with my pack.”

Lincoln’s brows dipped into a frown. “How long have we been here? I don’t remember…”

His eyes narrowed into tiny slits.

I put my other hand on top of his. “It’s been a couple of days. You’ve been unconscious. What’s the last thing that you remember?”

Lincoln cleared his throat as he tried to sit up. I scooted back as Sawyer helped him get comfortable against the pillows and headboard.

Lincoln coughed and then cleared his throat again. “We were at the house, and Mikey was there. There was a fight. I remember falling.”

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