Page 102 of Fated to the Warrior Wolf

She was quiet for a beat. “Don’t go.”

My heart stilled in my chest, my wolf on high alert. She wanted me to stay?

“Okay.”

She settled back down into the covers, and Nugget scampered off to his own bed with a huff at her movements. I shifted, the crick in my neck demanding I find a better position.

The floor has to be better than this damn chair.

“That chair is too small for you to sleep in,” she murmured, shifting again to prop up on one elbow. “I can hear you wiggling around.”

“I’m notwiggling. Just trying to find a better position.”

“That’s what she said.” Leigh giggled. Straight-up giggled, like a teenager at a slumber party. The sound was infectious, and I snickered right along with her, until both of us were laughing loud enough that we were trying to rein it in so we didn’t wake up our pack mates in the rooms beside hers.

“This is stupid. Just get in the bed with me!” she demanded when she finally caught her breath again.

“You sure? I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea.” I stood up anyway, not going to turn down the offer to get closer.

“The idea that we’ve already spent plenty of nights together, and there’s no point in you being miserable in the morning? What a scandal.” She patted the mattress beside her, and I slid on, kicking off my boots as I lay on top of the blankets. I stretched out on my back, several pops and cracks echoing in the dark as I worked out the tension.

“See? Much better,” she said with a yawn.

“Much better,” I agreed, letting my eyes drift closed. Her scent was everywhere, all around me like perfume in the sheets. I’d been fighting a boner since I found her in the hallway, and I could smell her arousal while I massaged out her charley horse. But now that I was lying in bed next to her, smelling her sweet coffee with every inhale, it came back with a vengeance.

There was no way in hell I was going back to sleep, but I didn’t mind. She’d invited me to sleep next to her, when the day before, she hadn’t been speaking to me. I would take it however slow she needed, as long as she gave me another chance.

I must have driftedoff during the wee hours, because when I awoke, it was to a breathy moan hot against my ear. I went from dozing to fully awake and hard as steel in less than a second. Leigh was plastered to my side, thigh tossed over my waist, her hot, wet center riding my bare hip between the edge of my T-shirt and jeans. Her dress had ridden up over her waist, and she was completely bare underneath.

The feeling of her soaking pussy against my flesh made me want to flip her on her back and plunge in to the hilt. Butwhen I looked down at her face, her eyes were still tightly closed, lips parted in a pant as she ground herself against my hip.

Shit. Is she still asleep?I bit back a groan.

I could absolutelynottake advantage of her while she was asleep, no matter how fucking crazy she was driving me.

Shit, shit, shit.Fuck.

I counted backward from a hundred in my head, and when that did nothing to dissuade my straining dick, I thought of every single unsexy thing I could imagine. Puppies. Trash dumps. World war. Saggy old man balls.

Eww.

Glancing down to check if it worked was unnecessary. It didn’t matter what I thought of; if my mate was using me as her personal grinding post, I was going to go crazy if I couldn’t relieve the pressure or extricate myself from the situation. There was definitely going to be a zipper imprint on my dick at this rate. I held my breath as I reached down and slid my hand under her knee to move it. I only needed an inch or two, and I could slide?—

She moaned again, and I froze as she gasped.

“Holy fucking shit,” she said with a groan, clamping her knee down and pinning my hand between us. “Oh, Goddess. I’m so sorry. I thought it was a dream. Shit!” Leigh’s back arched, her breasts and small baby bump grinding into my side as she clenched around me with a cry of pleasure.

She just orgasmed.

I swore internally as I tried not to blow in my pants like a teenager. It took every ounce of my control to grit my teeth and wait for her to relax so I could escape.

I did not want to escape. The desire to pin her to the mattress and fuck her through her next five orgasms was intense.

Her limbs went soft as she rode the wave of pleasure down,and I found superhuman willpower somewhere, because I gently slid her knee off my hip without saying another word.

She snatched her arm back, covering her face with both hands as I slid off the edge of the bed. “I’m so sorry, Gael, I— The second-tri hormones are killing me. I’m hornyall the time,and no matter how much I run, it doesn’t go away. I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe I basically humped you in your sleep. Goddess, I’m the worst mate in the history of the world! Umm, are you okay?” She paused midblurt as I stopped a few steps away, bracing my forearm against the wall.

“Fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “Need a minute.”

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