Page 22 of The Warrior's Captive

There was a slight movement as Briar May shuffled across the wide bed towards him, bare skin sliding over the world’s softest sheets. Suddenly his senses reared, all exhaustion forgotten. He could scent her arousal, she was ready for him again. His cock reminded him that they still had unfinished business, but he shoved the bastard down as he pulled Briar May close.

He draped an arm over her, pulling her into his chest, her back was to him and he knew she could probably feel his hard length pressing against her, but he wasn’t going to take her tonight. Even if she begged for it, and the way she was wiggling her hips against him showed that she was ready. He wasn’t denying her to be callous, every inch of his body yearned to be buried between her sweet thighs, but tonight she had needed what happened earlier, he’d hopefully erased the bad memories.

He pulled her tight against his chest, but that was all. He tried to shift his hips, so his cock wasn’t being so insistent between them.

He was going to hold her all night and protect her body. It felt strange, he had never spent a night with a woman and certainly not shared a bed to sleep. He felt like in this situation he was actually the virgin, and he wasn’t quite sure how to do it or that it was okay, but with all his strength and might at her back, protecting her—at least until she fell asleep—he didn’t want anything more.

He felt her body shaking and realized that she was crying. He didn’t sense any fear or sadness emanating from her, he wasn’t sure what had triggered her tears, but he just kept holding her close. Warming her with his body heat, protecting her body with his, and allowing her to gently cry herself to sleep. One of her hands reached up and clasped his hand that was lazily draped across her. He felt a jolt as their fingers entwined, then he felt her body start to relax. The last thought that crossed his mind before darkness overtook him was that he was home. That now he had found it he never wanted to leave it ever again. But the night wouldn’t last forever, nothing did for him.

Chapter 9

Briar May

The second she shifted in the bed, pushing back the blankets, she knew Castor was awake. He didn’t want her to know that he knew, or he was waiting to see what she’d do.

She’d realized last night that he’d given her a gift, allowed her to see a part of him that he’d kept hidden from the rest of the world.

When he’d held her, she’d known he was doing it just for her, giving her the one thing she was absolutely certain she’d never have from him. She just knew he’d never given this to anyone else. Not that it was love, but it was something special. It was a moment she didn’t even have words for, and what she felt was an emotion so deep there was no quantifying it.

Hope could be lethal. She was staring to learn that, but she’d felt those bubbles in her blood and her heart had broken on the spot, which was when the tears had begun to flow.

She was naked and her hair was still damp from the bath. How many hours had passed? It was probably near morning, but she wasn’t sure. The first thing Castor had done when they’d walked into the room was rip the plug out of the wall that belonged to the digital clock. Neither of them had a cell, not even a burner.

Castor was on his back. She moved over him stealthily, though she wasn’t sure what the point of it was. He hadn’t opened his eyes, but his senses were far too keen for him to still be asleep. She doubted he’d ever let himself find rest when they were in danger. He seemed like he could go for weeks without properly sleeping. He’d nearly blacked out at the farmhouse after sewing himself up. That was probably it for him for a good while. Until they had a sort of normal life that didn’t involve not sleeping for fear of being attacked, shot, or kidnapped and tortured.

Jesus, would they ever have that?

Her eyes felt hot and she didn’t want to cry, so she stopped thinking about that.

She straddled Castor’s hips. It was quite a stretch. He wasn’t a lean man anywhere. The position sent a burn up her thighs and reminded her just how sore she still was between her legs. But it didn’t matter. She was going to do this no matter how much it hurt.

She’d opened her eyes into the dark, five minutes ago, her pulse pounding everywhere, including between her legs. No matter what had happened between them, nor the manner that they’d met, she felt inexplicably drawn to this man, it was like a part of her that was outside of her conscious control was directing her movements.

Was this what fate felt like? Was this the reason behind what had happened in the Jeep?

Looming over his dark form, she bent over, until the peaks of her nipples nearly grazed his chin. Her hair was a curtain down her back and no doubt he felt the ends tickling him behind her. She lowered herself down, his cock spreading her folds, but she arched back up and then lowered herself again, gliding down his length. Heat skittered up her spine and flushed the rest of her.

“What are you doing, little wolf?” Rough fingertips bracketed her hipbones. One hand coiled up into her hair, pulling her head back. Castor’s eyes opened and shone in the darkness, an eerie sort of silver.

“I want to. I need to.”

“To what?”

“I need you inside me.”

“Be specific, Briar May.” He kept his hand in her hair, pulling until it burned. She stayed upright to prove that she could, but maybe it was because she liked the sensation too much. She ached to have him, ached to hear his voice telling her what to do. There was something about Castor’s dark intensity that had lit a fire that refused to be extinguished.

His other hand traced a path from her hipbone all the way over to her folds. He ran one fingertip over her sensitive slit and then he found her entrance. He pushed slowly inside, and fuck, just that one finger was so good. She rolled her hips against it, and when his thumb brushed her clit, she panted at the raw sensation. “This is how you want me inside you?”

“Yes.” She tried to nod, but he had her hair wound around his fist far too tight. “I want all of you.”

“You want my cock splitting you in half again? That didn’t work out so well the first time.”

“We can go slower.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please, I’ll be careful. I’m on top. I won’t hurt myself if I’m in the one in control.” She knew that at most he was letting her have that illusion, but the way his lips curled into a savage grin told her how much he enjoyed it.

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