Page 42 of A Wolf's Heart

Exhausted and sore, I began walking back to the lockers. Weylin came running back to me.

“My mate.”He dipped his head down and began licking at the wounds. His warm, smooth tongue was soothing.

“I can hear you. I could hear them,”I said.

“Of course. You have been accepted into the pack.”He shifted back into human form, his fingers running through my fur as he checked for injuries. “Stop it,” he said when I huffed. “You are not fine, and I will take care of you. I need to. Let me do this.”

With the crunch and snaps of my limbs, I morphed back into human form. “I’m fine. I heal fast.”

He cupped my face and took my lips with his. The kiss was deep, filled with worry and pain and the need to get impossibly closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my breath leaving me when he pulled back. “Any injury you receive will never heal in my heart.” Weylin scooped my naked body into his arms and carried me back to the lockers.

The only time Weylin’s lips left my skin was when he would rub his nose into the crook of my neck and take deep breaths, the scent of my skin sending shivers through his body.

The locker room was cold, but when Weylin took me into the shower, the hot water was instant. He let my legs down so he could drive his fingers through my hair, cradling my head and capturing my lips. I didn’t hesitate to kiss this man, this wolf, back. The heat of our mate bond consumed me so completely that I swore my heart was on fire, and it was so fucking perfect.

Weylin’s hand moved down my shoulder to a cut and I winced. He pulled away, inspecting the laceration, but already, I could see it was healing. He said nothing as he grabbed a bottle of soap, lathering his hands, then running them over my body, washing off the dried blood. Every time he came to another wound, a puncture, bite, or cut, he would kiss it, leaving his lips there while my shifter abilities healed the wounds. He would press one last kiss to the skin, then move on to the next, and then the next, until not only was I healed and clean, but I was covered in his kisses.

Kneeling before me, the spray of the hot water at my back, Weylin caught me off guard as he buried his face between my legs, inhaling the scent of my pussy. I felt the grin of his lips against my most sensitive skin.

“A wolf sure gets hungry watching you be badass all day,” he said. “Baby, lean back. You deserve some praise.”

“I feel like I’ve been getting praise this whole time,” I said, running my fingers through his hair.

He grunted, his eyes fluttering, and I smiled. He enjoyed my fingers in his hair. “That was just a little care. This is to show you what a good girl you’ve been.” He reached up, his large, calloused hand splayed along my stomach, and pressed lightly, encouraging me to lean back.

I did as I was told, leaning against the tile, the coolness welcoming against my feverish body.

Weylin slipped his hand down my body and between my thighs, lifting them over his broad shoulders, exposing my lips to his.

He was right about one thing—he was a hungry wolf. The skill he demonstrated with his tongue caused my head to fall back in pure ecstasy. My hands gripped and released his hair as I rode his face, completely lost in the bliss he was driving through me.

Panting and on the edge, I didn’t think anything could ever feel as mind-blowing as this moment…and then he added two fingers. I gasped, my thighs trembling while he sucked and flicked my clit as I rode his fingers. He played me until my legs were Jell-O, and with a twist and flick, he led me to my release.

Removing his fingers from me, Weylin buried his face, his one hand on my lower back, supporting me, and his other forearm pressed along my hips, holding me in place for him to lap up every drop of my orgasm.

My hands dropped from his hair. I was exhausted and more tired than I had ever felt. Never in my life had I experienced anything like that. My heart was content, everything in my soul just felt right. I’d always talked about not feeling in my skin, or right in my human form, but after going through that with Weylin, my whole body just felt perfect.

He supported me as he stood, pulling me into his arms and kissing the top of my head. “You are so fucking delicious,” he said, filling his lungs with my scent again.

His hard cock pressed into my belly, angry with need. I reached down, running my fingers over the tip. That’s all I was able to touch before Weylin pulled away.

“We should be heading back out. I have some meetings to attend today.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before turningoff the shower. Weylin disappeared, and with him, all the heat from my body.

He came back shortly after with a towel around his waist and another in his hand. He wrapped it around me. “Are you okay?” I asked him.

He grinned, but it wasn’t his usual grin; he was forcing it. “Fucking feeling the high.”

“That was amazing and all, but should I…help you?” I asked. “I don’t want this to be a one-sided thing. I really like you.” I did. I more than liked him. My heart sang with every touch he gave me.

Weylin brushed the wet hair from my face and leaned forward. “I want nothing more than to bury my cock so deep inside you that I bottom out. But, baby…I can’t.”

I frowned, the air around me so cold that it chilled my heart.

“If I do, I’ll end up claiming you, and we both know I can’t do that.”

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LILA

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