Page 34 of Huntress and the Thorn Court
“If you’re serious about doing more of this,” he rubbed his palms up my sides. “Then I want you to stay here during the full moon.”
“But I thought…”
He silenced me with a nip between my breasts. “This is my room. Anyone that enters would be declaring a challenge. So far, I’ve missed their scent as it’s been too mixed with others, but here I only smell me, and now you. If anyone enters, I’ll know. It would also make fucking you in the morning less conspicuous.”
Before I became too distracted with what his mouth was doing, I asked, “Am I bait?”
“No,” he nibbled at my rib causing my muscles to contract. “But just to be safe.” He eased me to the side ceasing all touching. I was curious what he was doing, but silently chose to admire the view as he stood and strutted across the room to a cabinet. I sat on the edge of the bed tracing my eyes over him. His backside was taunt and defined. Opening the cabinet, he withdrew a black velvet bag.
Coming to sit back in bed, he handed it to me. “Here.”
Weighing it in my palm, I opened it, spilling the contents into my palm. It was Eric’s pocketknife.
“I know you’re not going to use it to escape, but you need to be able to protect yourself.”
“Thank you.”
Gideon nodded. Taking it from me, and careful not to touch it directly, he placed it on the bedside table. “I want you to hide it somewhere close when you sleep. You cannot carry it around the manor with you. Even in the bag, in the cabinet, I could still smell the silver.”
I didn’t know how to imply how much it meant to me. Not only did he trust me enough with a weapon, but that he was allowing me the opportunity to protect myself.
Gideon’s fingers trailed down between my breasts toying with the gold trinket that rested there. It was a thick hexagon shaped cylinder, appearing more like a piece of raw gold than the locket it was. “I’ve seen this a few times now. How did Eleanor miss it?”
“I hid it.”
His mouth tugged up in the corner. “Liar.” He looked into my brown eyes with a devilish gleam in his. “She let you keep it, didn’t she?”
“It was my mother’s,” I explained avoiding his question. Gideon’s face softened. He wasn’t ignorant to the tale. “Are you going to take it?”
Slowly he shook his head. Finding the opening, he stared at me silently asking for permission with his eyes. I nodded. Inside were two pictures. On one side was one of my mother; on the other was my father. “You look just like her.”
I smirked halfheartedly. “My dad says the same.”
Closing it, he rested it back against my skin. “I need to shower or the pack will scent you on me.” The mention of leaving the bubble we were in caused me to stiffen. While here I could pretend the outside world didn’t exist. I knew we’d have to come up for air eventually, but it seemed too soon. Gideon ran his hands down my arms in an attempt to soothe me, which a week ago I might have found strange, but after the short time we’d spent together today something shifted and I was able to appreciate the comfort he offered. “Shower with me.” The way his eyes glittered wickedly, I suspected a shower wasn’t the only thing on his agenda.
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Gideon’s bed was by far the most comfortable thing I’d ever slept on. It was truly like sleeping on a cloud. I hadn’t even meant to fall asleep but was so cold after my shower that I crawled under the blankets before Gideon left to join the others to shift.
The mattress sank rousing me.
“Gideon?” Smiling sleepily, I received no reply. Our earlier escapades did nothing to quench my desire for him. Weight shifted on the bed as someone began crawling over me. My eyes fluttered open preparing to roll over to meet him, but as I blinked away the sleep, I wondered why it was still dark. Wiry hair brushed my leg that I had draped on the outside of the bedding. My internal alarms were going off. My hand reached under the pillow where I left the knife. Turning slowly as to not alert whomever it was, I caught sight of a wolf crawling over me. My heart took off like a jackhammer. It wasn’t Gideon. His brown coat was a dead giveaway. He noticed me eyeing him and growled, shoving my head into the pillow. His claws glided up my leg, not drawing blood, just tracing the contours. If he expected me to lie there and let him do what he wanted he was in for a surprise.
The pillow muffled the click as I snapped open the knife. I swiped backwards hitting air. The wolf sensed my move. He roared trying to lunge at me but fell to the floor with a thump as a streak of black slammed into him. The brown wolf didn’t seem scared to face the Alpha. Stupid. They both snarled at one another like they were speaking. The unknown wolf glanced at me and I swear I saw him smile. Gideon bellowed then charged. They were nothing but teeth and claws. I couldn’t tell who was winning. I wanted to assist, but as they were a blur of movement. I’d just get in the way.
Just as quickly as it began, everything ceased. My brain caught up with what my eyes were seeing. Gideon held the other wolf by the neck with his teeth. Glancing up at me, he dragged the wolf, who was still alive, out of the room.
There was a slight scuffle then everything was silent. The moment Gideon reentered, the energy changed. He stalked toward me. I reached for the bedding, covering myself having forgotten that I was naked. Gideon grabbed the covers from where he stood at the foot of the bed. With a firm tug, he yanked them from my hands. His eyes traced over my exposed skin taking in every contour. My breathing grew heavy enjoying the feel of his studious gaze.
Locking eyes with me, he crawled onto the bed with a grace and determination that caused a tingle between my thighs. He leaned down running his nose up my leg. His humanoid hands, covered in soft black fur and long claws pultruding from each finger, followed closely behind. It took me a moment to realize he was assessing me. He brushed his hands everywhere the other wolf had, erasing the touch, marking me with his own. I leaned back on my elbows watching, giving him the liberties he needed.
Parting my thighs, he breathed me in deeply at my junction. Just a few caresses and I was already aroused.
“Gideon?” I breathed cautiously. My body reacted to his presence all the same in this form as it did when he was completely human. Logically I knew I shouldn’t want him anywhere nearthere,but that didn’t stop me from spreading my thighs wider putting myself on display for him. There was something erotic about the forbiddance of what we were doing. He growled seeing my arousal glisten. I gasped and jolted when his rough tongue lapsed at me.
“Gideon,” I moaned falling back onto the bed. A few swipes of his tongue, then suddenly I was flipped on my stomach then tugged up onto my knees. His tongue went back to my folds exploring every crevice. When he found my opening, I wantonly shoved myself against his mouth. I thought I heard the wolf give the slightest chuckle as he took what I offered. He didn’t relent until I screamed, burying my face in the pillow to muffle the sound before collapsing on the bed.
Gideon rolled me on my back as I basked in the heady feel of my release. He shifted my legs giving himself room to crawl between them. It was then I saw his erection. Gideon was well endowed to begin with, but in his wolf form he was bigger. His girth was the size of a coke can.
