Page 59 of Wolf Bound

Justin grins and nods his head at my question. "It's right as rain now."

I glance back at Wes, the phrase not something I'm familiar with at all. Wes is busy on the phone, but he gives me a reassuring smile. Not that it helps me at all because I still have no idea what rain has to do with being right or Justin's shoulder.

"Um." I wince and physically swallow my pride. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what that means. Does it do something in the rain?"

Selene jumps in, her soft nature calming down my embarrassment. "No, it just means it feels back to normal. It's a weird phrase people use to say that it's all good again."

"I'm sorry," Justin interjects frantically. "I didn't mean to confuse you. It's sometimes hard to remember that not everyone grew up with the same phrases. I should have just said yes and thank you. Because seriously, thank you!"

I smile and blush again. "It was really no problem for me. I enjoy helping and healing."

"This is why the pack loves you so damn much," Cole grumbles with a smirk. "You're just so kind. Everything you do is nice. It's hard for the rest of us to keep up with that!"

"She's literally goddess blessed to heal us all," Lila says with an eye roll. "You aren't meant to keep up with that, dingus. She's one of a kind!"

They start bickering between themselves over how amazing I am. It's deeply uncomfortable for me, causing me to back up slowly until I bump into Wes, who snakes his arm around my waist to hold me against his chest. His phone is now put away and his attention is strictly on me, and the wolves in front of me.

“She is pretty amazing, isn’t she?” Wes interjects with a grin. “She’s also humble and shy so this conversation can happen when she’s out of earshot.”

They all look at me and grin sheepishly.

“Sorry, Talia,” Justin apologizes with a wave of his hand. “We are just really happy you’re part of the pack. You’re one of the best things to happen to Forntida.”

“Thank you.” I drop my eyes to the ground and shuffle my feet. “I appreciate you saying that.”

"Want to disappear with me?" Wes whispers in my ear. His voice is deep and sends shivers down my spine that I do my best to ignore while we're surrounded by others.

"Yes, please."

"I'm going to steal my mate away. We'll see you all at the bonfire later!"

They all say goodbye, a knowing glint in their eyes as they can no doubt hear the intentions behind his words. I'm not a prude, but I am slightly uncomfortable with other people knowing the when of it all. One simple kiss behind my ear has those thoughts immediately disappearing from my mind.

Wes takes my hand and walks me out of the hall, back towards the house. The walk is a blur as my heart races and my mind wanders to all the dirty, fun things we did at his desk. Wes's hand tightens against mine, the smell of our mutual arousal filling the air around us.

We barely get the door closed before he's on me, his hands tangled in my hair as his lips devour my own. He walks me back against the door, pushing his body against mine and placing his leg between my own.

My hips move of their own accord, the ache between my legs driving me to find friction. The moment I grind against Wes' leg, explosions of pleasure light up every nerve ending in my body.

"Wes," I gasp, his name coming off my lips like a prayer and curse at the same time.

"Fuck, say my name like that again," Wes groans, melding our bodies even closer together.

"Wes."

"I promised you the next time I got you like this, you wouldn't know where I ended and you began and I intend to fulfill that promise."

Wes picks me up, wrapping my legs effortlessly around his waist as he jogs up the stairs towards my room. His lips stay on mine, tasting and teasing me. He slams the door closed behind us and slides me onto the bed, never breaking contact with my lips.

Wes sits up and rips his shirt off, before pulling mine off as well. I kiss him, biting down on his lip and drawing out a low, delicious groan of pleasure from him. His hands deftly work my bra, taking it off in seconds and throwing it with our discarded shirts.

"You are so beautiful, Tal. Not even the greatest artist in the world could do you justice," Wes whispers, his eyes darkening as he takes in my half naked state. "I need to see all of you."

I unwrap my legs from around him and watch as he slides my leggings down my legs, cursing under his breath when he sees me already bare beneath them.

"God, your scent is intoxicating."

Wes spreads my legs, biting his lip in arousal as he takes in my soaking wet, achy center. His hands curl under my thighs and grip my hips. Wes tastes me, licking my folds until he reaches my clit, then sucking it into his mouth. He repeats the motions, his fingers digging into me like he’s afraid I’ll move away before he gets his fill.

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