Page 68 of Lost Touch
What did I even say to that? Tell him that he’d ruined me, and I’d loved every second of it? That his knot felt like it might be dislocating my pelvis, and if he moved so much as an inch I’d probably come a third time? That I never needed anyone to touch my cock again so long as he kept me stuffed full and begging?
“Fucking Christ,” he breathed, and I realized I’d mumbled most, if not all, of that out loud. “You think I’m going to have any objections?”
He ducked his head against my neck again, sucking a mark into my skin that had me squirming—and jostling his knot inside me, which made me moan and Drew growl, and then he started to rock back and forth, as much of a thrust as he could manage with our limited range of motion…
Everything went choppy after that, processed in little flashes: the breathtaking weight of his cock seemingly lodged somewhere under my ribs, the unremitting pressure on that sweet, tender spot inside me that lit up every time he moved, the aftershocks and foreshocks and simply shocking jolts that zinged through me with every thrust. Drew’s skin against my mouth, his hard arms around me, the hot pants of his breath against my ear.
He forced another orgasm out of me, holding me down as I writhed and begged and told him I couldn’t take any more—except that I could, and he knew it, and even if it’d been impossible…I’d have done it anyway, if he made me.
Sometime later, long enough that bright sunshine poured in through the window, Drew rearranged my pliant body, tucking me into his arms with my head nestled against his shoulder. My ass felt so fucking strange, empty and wanting.
But I’d never been so sated, all at the same time. And I didn’t need my memories back to know it. How could anything have ever satisfied me before I had Drew?
He petted my back and murmured something that sounded sweet but that I couldn’t quite understand in my state of nearly catatonic relaxation.
A day and night of unbearable stress and strain took its toll, and I started to sink, warm and safe and almost melted into liquid, like a cat in a sunbeam. Drew kissed my hair. I fell asleep.
Chapter 20
What Are Your Plans, Exactly?
A hard, insistent pounding—of a totally different kind than I’d been enjoying before I fell asleep—startled us both awake a little while later. By the angle of the sun, no more than an hour or two later.
Ugh.
Drew rolled me off of him with dizzying speed and flopped me onto the mattress, and was on his feet before I could even blink the sleep out of my eyes. He had his claws extended and lips drawn back in a snarl to show his fangs.
He’d made it to the door before I could get it together, because aside from still being groggy as hell—well, Drew. Naked, and prowling, and half-hard. Who could have more than a single brain cell available under those circumstances?
“Don’t answer the door like that!” I managed, and Drew stopped with his hand on the doorknob.
“Why not?”
“Because they’re helping us, remember? You don’t need to maul anyone. Or flash them.” I shook my head, trying to clear out some of the cobwebs, and pushed myself up to sitting. The room swayed around me. “Who’s there? And don’t come in right now!”
“Don’t worry, wasn’t going to, we could all hear you, and believe me, I don’t need a visual to go with the soundtrack,” came through the door.
Nate. And…hell.We could all hear you. Once you’d hit peak embarrassment, it had to get better, right?
“Glad the lube worked out for you!” Nate called out cheerfully.
Nope. No, it did not get better.
I buried my face in my hands for a second.
Drew started to laugh.
“At least one of you has a sense of humor,” Nate said. “Anyway, are you both alive and more or less well? Yes? No? Maybe so?”
“We’re fine,” I mumbled.
“What?”
Right. He didn’t have werewolf ears. “We’re fine!” I yelled. “Give us a minute, would you?”
“No need to get snippy,” said the snippiest human being I’d ever met, with no apparent sense of irony. “Calder made breakfast. Come downstairs, Arik wants to examine you both.”
Calder made breakfast? I tried to imagine him in an apron and my brain nearly shorted out.
