Page 17 of Kidnapped By the Wolf

CHAPTER SEVEN

ADRIAN

Cassie is still sackedout on the couch when I get up the next morning. The first rays of golden light are streaming in through the back windows, falling across her gorgeous, sun-kissed face. The blanket has slipped down off her shoulders, revealing the sumptuous swell of her breasts.

I feel bad for making her sleep on the couch, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I still don’t know what I’m going to do with her, and if I’d insisted that she take my bed, she’d know something was up.

For whatever reason, my wolf has decided that Cassie ishis.

His to protect.

His to keep.

His to claim.

I ran until my paws were bloody trying to snap him out of it, but he only became more insistent.

I can’t tell Cassie my wolf’s caught feelings. Then she’dreallythink I was a psycho. I just need to buy some time to figure out my next step.

Asleep, Cassie looks as though she doesn’t have a care in the world. Gone is the little crease between her brows and theshadows of hard times that lined her eyes. She looks happy. Serene. I want her to stay that way for as long as she possibly can.

Moving quietly about the cabin, I add wood to the fire, brew a pot of coffee, and open the fridge. Usually I just make a protein shake in the morning, but Cassie looks as though she’s missed a few meals, and my wolf can’t stand the thought of her going hungry.

I pull out the eggs, a pound of bacon, and some sausage links for good measure. Dropping bread into the toaster, I pour myself a cup of coffee and start cooking the meat.

The smell of sizzling bacon causes Cassie to stir, and I glance over at the couch.

My little human is sitting up, watching me with those big brown eyes. Her gaze travels slowly down my chest to my stomach, and I realize I forgot to put on a shirt. Shifters tend to run hot, and I’ve been keeping it extra toasty in here as a courtesy.

But before I can move to go grab some clothes, Cassie bites her lower lip, and I catch a whiff of arousal.

Holy fuck. My naughty girl is checking me out.

My wolf preens in delight, and it’s all I can do to keep a grin from spreading across my face.

I clear my throat so I don’t say something stupid. “You’re awake.”

Cassie nods and stretches like a cat, and I have to suppress a groan as the movement pushes her perky breasts forward.

“Coffee?” I grunt, casting around my kitchen as if I’ve never been here before.

“Yes, please.”

“Do you like cream or sugar?”

Cassie shakes her head. “I take it black.”

“Me, too. The coffee they used to send us in the MREs was terrible. A buddy of mine used to say ‘drink the water, chew the coffee.’”

I don’t know why I’m rambling like this. I’ve never been much of a talker.

“You were in the military?”

I nod. “Briefly.”

“Which branch?”

“Marines.”

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