Page 48 of Lost Girl

Moments later, we make it to her bunker for the night. Pulling back the cloth opening, I motion for her to go in first. Wendy follows my lead and crouches her way in.

“You have everything in here,” I tell her as I drop to my haunches. “Blankets, pillows, food, water. I can build you a fire before I—”

“Stay with me?” she asks warily, reaching for my hand.

I’m fixated on how our fingers lace together as I manage a, “What?”

“Stay with me, please. For the night?”

“Here?”

“Well, yeah,” she laughs. “You’ve got somewhere else to stay?”

I wish.

“Not yet, but I’m working on it. Haven’t built much since...well, since I found you,” I admit.

“You’re building a house?”

“Mhmm. Love my dad and my sister but I need my own space. It’s better for all of us.”

Wendy hums as though she can relate and pulls me in a ways. “Can you pretend this is your space for tonight then?”Please,those blue eyes beg.

And God damn me, I can’t deny her even if I wanted to. The boys will just have to do without me tonight.

“Yeah, little wolf,” I crawl in and shut the flap. ”I can do that.”

* * *

I thinkI’ve been hard all goddamn night long.

Every time I’ve awoken to one of those tempting little noises she makes in her sleep, she’s been on me. Curled up against me. A leg thrown over mine.

It’s taking every bit of willpower I have not to succumb to this manic sense of lust and devour her.

I just wanna squeeze her, suffocate her, bury myself inside of her until...

Fuck.

That imagery is beyond dangerous. If you thought my mind was running wild before, that’s literally nothing in comparison to what the last five hours have unleashed on me.

Another moan meets my ears but, this time, it doesn’t hold the same decadent ring. There’s this underlying hint of distress, one that peels my eyes open with a quickness.

“No,” she mewls, rolling off me. “Not again.”

What?

Picking my head up off my arm, I glance down at her small frame. She’s got her arms up as if she’s fending something off, eyes scrunched together tightly.

“Let go. No, let go!”

Her head swings from side to side, restless legs kicking about.

This. This right here is exactly how I found her in that damned dungeon. What the hell is she dreaming about?

But I don’t get the chance to ask because mere moments later, I see it.

Blood.

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