Page 39 of Running with Direwolves
Tarl moved at her side, cleared his throat, and reached for her. “Morning, gorgeous.”
“Hey.” She glanced at the dent in the pillow to her right. “Where’s Grady?”
“When it’s the first snowfall, he likes to do an early patrol.”
“Ah, I see.” She knew this meant he’d shifted and gone out into the forest to survey the pack’s territory.
“The snow gives up lots of secrets when it’s fresh,” Tarl went on. “Prints especially.”
“Why didn’t you go with him?” Usually, they went out as a pair, or sometimes as a pack, every shifter would go leaving the eight humans in camp alone.
“I wanted to stay with you.”
“That’s nice.” She snuggled a little closer to his hard, muscle-bound torso.
“We were talking last night, when you fell asleep.”
“About me?”
He chuckled. “Of course.”
“And?” She looked up at him.
“From what we can gather, the search for you and Grady has died down, but it will never really go away and if they extend the search field they might come to Canada.”
She pushed up to her elbows and frowned. “Do you really think that will happen?”
“Honestly, no. I think the direwolf is old news, the authorities have better things to spend time and money on. But we need to keep you close. No going into town even though you’d like to.”
She touched his chin, stroking over the little dink there. “I’m not really bothered about the town. I love it here at Kochi, it feels like home already.”
He smiled. “That makes me happy to hear you say that.”
“I am happy.”
He kissed her. “I love you so much,” he said onto her lips.
“And I love you.” She pressed against him, her breasts flattening. She loved both Tarl and Grady with every beat of her heart. She’d never known such love in her life. It was as if she’d waited years for this to happen. And every moment of waiting had been worth it.
He deepened the kiss and pulled her closer still. His body was deliciously warm and the room felt magical, otherworldly, as if they were in their own little paradise.
“How do you wake up looking so good?” he murmured, stroking her hair from her face.
“And how do you always wake up with a hard-on?” She grinned and ran her hand from his chest, over his flat belly to find his erection.
“I have no idea.” He laughed softly. “But if you want to put it to good use…”
“I think I do.”
She kissed his cheek, then down his neck to the hollow of his throat, shimmying her body lower as she went.
He moaned softly and shifted the duvet, anticipating her next move.
She smiled to herself as her lips traveled over the hair from his sternum to his groin. His youthful vitality was as sexy as Grady’s dominant confidence.
With the duvet cocooning her in darkness she found his cock and took it in her hand.
“Ah, yeah…”
