Page 58 of A Wolf's Heart

“Yes!” I called out.

“Let’s start with one finger.” I did as I was told, slipping one finger into my silky pussy. “That’s my girl, now add one more.” I slipped a second finger in, finding a rhythm as I hooked them up. A low purr vibrated through my chest, filling the room. A thump hit the door, as if Weylin’s head had fallen against it. “Lila, you’re so perfect. Think you can take three?”

I skipped three and went to four, my pace quickening as I took in the sensation.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you didn’t listen, but, baby, look how you stretch. Oh, you were made for us. That’s right, Lila, ride it out. I’m right here with you. How I wish it was me inside of you right now, that it was my cock stretching you, pulsing deep within you.”

“Weylin,” I moaned.

“I’m here. It’s my hands, baby, touching your magnificent body.” The growl that came from Weylin sent me over the edge, my pussy clenching around my fingers as my orgasm coated my hand. His growl vibrated the bedroom door.

My body cooled down quickly after the orgasm as my mind drifted back into my body. I should clean up, but I didn’t want to move. I wanted to curl up on my side and bury myself under the covers. Something was missing, though.

The sound of the toilet flushing, followed by the sink running, filled the air. I wiped away a stray tear. The orgasm had been amazing, but why did I feel so cold now?

“Baby, can I come in?” Weylin asked. The sound of his voice was enough to generate a blip of heat, but once he stopped talking, the heat went away.

I moved and got under the covers. “Yes,” I called out, listening to my wolf’s pleas.

Weylin walked in, closing the door behind him. He didn’t hesitate to crawl onto the bed, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. “Your scent has filled the entire house, but in here, it’s amazing.” He lay next to me as I tugged the covers up, hiding my face. “Don’t. You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are to me right now. Don’t be ashamed.”

Weylin pulled the covers down and reached for my hand. He touched my fingers to his lips, as if he was applying lipstick, then sucked them clean.

“I think another wave might be coming,” I admitted.

He smirked.

I rolled my eyes and tried to pull my hand away, but he held on to it. “You’re cold.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why.” My body started to shiver, however where Weylin touched me was pleasantly warm.

Weylin paused, his body stilling as he stared off into the distance.

“Who are you talking to?” I asked.

He blinked a couple of times before focusing back on me. “Rainor. He says it’s the cool-down period after a wave.” He stood, unclipping his belt and dropping his pants.

“What are you doing?”

“Skin-to-skin contact will warm you up. Apparently, this phase ensures our mate stays with us after procreating.” His smirk grew to a grin, then he pulled his shirt up over his head before slipping under the covers. “I promise, no penetration.”

I choked out a laugh, but the moment his warm hands touched my cold skin, I wiggled closer until I was nestled in his arms.

“Unless you want penetration, that is. I’m not taking it completely off the table,” he said. I placed my hands on his sides,and he jumped. “Goddammit, female, your hands are icicles!” But instead of pushing me away, he held me closer to him. I nuzzled my face into his scarred chest, and I had to admit, I had never been so comfortable in my life.

We lay in silence for so long, I was ready to drift back asleep, content in my Weylin cocoon.

“Did you mean what you said?” he asked. “About being alone?”

I shrugged. “I think the hormones intensified it, but…yes. I often feel alone.”

He nodded, and we fell back into silence.

Unable to resist, I eventually said, “Why do you ask?”

“The orphanage I grew up in was run by bad people.” I pulled back just enough to see him. “It was built for unclaimed shifter pups with rogue parents. I never knew my parents, I only knew that hellhole. Do you know what an omega is?”

I shook my head.

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