Page 45 of Kidnapped By the Wolf

I finish off the song with a few slow picked notes and let the last one reverberate throughout the cabin.

Slowly, Adrian rises to his feet and comes to stand in front of me. He cups my cheek with one warm, calloused hand, and a sob shakes out of my body. Warm, salty tears trickle into my mouth as my chest heaves unevenly.

I’m not crying for my father tonight. I’m crying for the love I was denied for so long that this man standing before me is so ready to give.

Adrian wipes my tears away with the pads of his thumbs and takes me by the hand. He leads me silently into the small bathroom, where the towel bar is still lying on the floor from when the two of us crashed into it.

My breath hitches as he grips the hem of my shirt and tugs it over my head. Then he kneels before me as though in prayer and carefully unbuttons my jeans.

I watch as he shimmies them down my thighs. Then he takes my hand to steady me as I step out of them.

My panties grow damp as he looks me over, those warm brown irises lightening to gold as they explore every inch of me. As his gaze travels to my breasts, my nipples pebble beneath my bra, and the feel of the material dragging along them becomes almost unbearable.

I shiver as Adrian loops his fingers in the thin straps and tugs them down off my shoulders. My breasts spring free, and he leans in — his mouth devouring one pert nipple.

A moan escapes me as I thrust my chest forward, desperate for his touch. He sucks lightly for a moment and then moves down, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my ribs, along the curve of my waist, and finally stopping at my hip.

My bra hits the bathroom floor, and Adrian holds my gaze as he slips my panties off too. He continues his stream of tantalizing kisses, and when he pauses to plant one at the top of my mound, I let out a shaky exhale.

As if sensing that I need a moment, Adrian gets up and turns on the shower.

He doesn’t speak, but his eyes are full of questions as he starts undressing himself.

I watch hungrily as he pulls his T-shirt over his head, but then I suck in a gasp. His shoulder is pitted with the spray from the shotgun pellets, but the angry wounds are already scarring over, thanks to his superhuman healing.

If he weren’t a shifter . . . I don’t even want to think about it.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, my voice coming out choked.

He shakes his head, throat bobbing as I run my fingers over the skin.

No one has ever cared enough to fight for me, not even my own mother. And yet this wolf took abulletfor me tonight.

The heaviness of that reality makes the horrible scars marring his skin beautiful to me.

Adrian holds my gaze as I continue to caress him, slowly unbuckling his belt. His erection is already straining against the material of his jeans, and when he shucks them off along with his underwear, I don’t hesitate.

I almost died tonight, and my last thoughts were of him.

It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t want me to be his mate. Right now, I don’t have it in me to care. I just want him.

Planting a hand on his strong chest, I push him backward under the stream of the shower. My core throbs as I watch the water sluice over his pecs and down the center of his abs.

I rise up onto tiptoe and capture his mouth, kissing him slowly but deliberately. Adrian kisses me back as if it’s the last time, his big rough hands palming my breasts. His thumbs move in firm, torturous circles over my nipples as his lips ghost over my jaw.

Cupping my ass, he hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His mouth drops to the sensitive skin along my neck, and I shiver as I feel his teeth rake across the skin.

Needing to taste him, I cup his face and bring his mouth back to mine, nipping at his bottom lip. His hard cock presses against my clit, and my whole body aches to let him in.

Tilting my hips in invitation, I groan as his shaft parts my delicate folds. I dig my heels into his firm ass, desperate to feel him inside me again.

A growl or maybe a chuckle rumbles through him as I slide up and down his length, the warm water from the shower mixing with my own wetness.

Finally, Adrian relents. He pulls back just enough to capture my gaze with those golden eyes before he buries himself inside of me.

My cry reverberates off the tile as he fills every inch of me, my walls squeezing his member.

For several seconds, neither of us moves. We stay just like that. Tentatively, I lay my head against his shoulder, savoring the rightness of this moment as his cock twitches inside of me.

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