Page 75 of Hawke
Delilah rubbed her lips together, her eyes straying to the window. The sun that shone brightly outside was darkening as the passing clouds of a storm rolled in. I could smell the wetness in the air, the electrical charges becoming more frantic as it came closer.
“What is it to have a long, miserable life compared to a short, beautiful one?” she asked.
My body warmed with a love I’d never felt before. It burned brighter as I stared at her, watching her in awe as she looked out the window.
“I know I’m not that old, but I’m not young either. I’m twenty-six, I’ve seen some shit and even though I haven’t shared my past…with anyone”—she gave an apologetic smile—“I would like to think I would be stronger than I appear.”
Shit.
“No Dede, I… Shit.” I engulfed her with my body, giving in to the undeniable urge to connect us. To keep her safe from it all. I wanted to show her how much I cared for and loved her, but she didn’t believe me, not yet.
It hadn’t gone unnoticed that she hadn’t told me she loved me, coherently anyway. Part of me knew she did, but I wanted the reassurance. To hear the words leave her lips, to have her call me hers would be a far greater gift than just to knot her.
But I had to prove myself.
I squeezed her tightly, and she squeaked in surprise. My wolf purred loudly, making sure she was aware of his presence. I could feel the upturn of a smile on my bare shoulder. Her fingers raked down my back in a soothing motion.
“Is that a purr, really? Not you being growly?” she giggled.
“Yes, it’s my wolf. It’s his way of communicating when he likes or enjoys something.”
Delilah hummed into my shoulder. “He’s done it before, all those nights you came in to check on me. I’ve always loved it.”
I kissed her shoulder. Chills ran across her skin, and her fingers dug into my sides. “I don’t think you’re weak. I’ve never thought that. It’s just humans. They don’t heal the way shifters do. We can heal ten times as fast. We’re physically stronger. Our genes are just very different. I’d be changing your DNA, it’s painful, or at least I think it will be. I’ve never witnessed a full change.”
Delilah sat up, her fingers running down my chest and stomach. “I think I can handle it,” she whispered. “Besides, if you prayed to some goddess to keep me, I don’t think she would stop it now, would she? Not unless she’s cruel.”
At one time, I thought the goddess to be cruel. Why pair me with a female that would eventually reject me? But then she wouldn’t have her choice that we were all allowed. But why was I being saved now? Why were any of us?
I’d been given a second chance, and I wouldn’t waste it.
“Whoever rejected you was a bitch,” Delilah scoffed.
I eyed her, foul language not suiting her perky personality.
“But, I’m glad she did. Because now I have you, and I never want to give you up.”
Delilah straddled me once again, a new position she seemed to adore because now she could face me. She grasped the sides of my face, her kiss more passionate than I had ever felt before.
She was confident; she was feral, her kissing becoming more frantic by the second.
I grabbed her hips, pulling her down to rub up against my erection. She moaned happily, fingers trailing along the elastic on my sweats.
I could still taste her breakfast on my tongue. The sweetness of the waffle syrup combined with her fresh taste of sunshine made me groan as her breasts rubbed against my chest. Her nipples were already hard, the pink peaks ready to be sucked.
My mouth descended, sucking on her tits, and she wrapped her body around my head to keep herself steady. Fireworks erupted as our skin touched, and her body writhed against me.
Her fingers traced every ridge on my muscular back. She drifted to my sides, slowly descending until she pushed me. I let go of her nipple with a pop, watching her try to pull on my joggers. She tried to push them down, ready to unleash my cock. I heard my heart pounding as I became filled with hesitation.
“What’s wrong?” Her lips were puffy and swollen from our kiss. Her eyes were glazed with lust.
I puffed out my chest, preening that my mate would look at me with such want. I’d wanted her the first moment I met her and looking back, I’m not sure how I could withstand not having her.
“I’m different. I have a different anatomy than that of a human male,” I confessed.
That didn’t deter my mate. She seemed more determined than ever. “Why, is it extra-large?” She quirked a smile.
I bit my cheek, trying not to egg on her foolishness. “Much, and I have something extra, it’s called a knot.”
