“I’m not a baby!”
“No, you are not. You are injured and weak, and you will let your mates take care of you,” Alerick said.
I hated that his delicious body heat lured me to him with each passing moment. “What part of I want nothing to do with you, don’t you understand?”
“What part of we’re not listening do you not understand, Little Mate?” Alerick said.
I glared at Jarom. “Tell them they’re wasting their time!”
Jarom shrugged, his dark eyes glittering. Eike sat on the edge of the bed and held a spoonful of stew to my lips. I’m sure it would be delicious, yet I clamped my lips shut.
Alerick chuckled, the sound vibrating through my back. “I love your fire, Serafine. Now open up and accept what Eike is giving to you before I kiss the fight from you.”
I gasped and Eike took the opportunity to feed me. The rich flavour of rabbit stew burst on my tongue. My stomach woke up, cramping with the need for more food. My mouth opened of its own accord as I eagerly accepted the next spoon and the one after that, and that, until the bowl was finished.
My wolves talked around me, the deep baritone of their voices washing over me in a distant, secure cocoon, and I was relieved because I wasn’t the centre of their intense attention. Eike rewarded me with his twin dimpled smile. He gave me a glass of cool water when I’d finished the bowl. By then I was too tired to care that Alerick hadn’t loosened his hold on me. My eyelids became too heavy to keep open and sleep claimed me.
I was so warm and cosy I drifted in the arms of sleep for a while. Usually when I woke, I was instantly alert, waking in the blink of an eye, but now I found it hard to surface. Drowsiness tugged me into its sweet embrace again before I willed my eyes to open. A massive chest filled my vision and I found myself smooshed against Alerick.
My head was on his shoulder, while my body lay in the crook of his arm that curled around my waist. My breasts and stomach were crushed against his side and my leg was curved over his muscular thigh. My dress had ridden up so that my skin was against the soft leather of his pants. The delicious scent of oak and cinnamon cloaked me, making the space between my thighs clench.
I jolted upright, well as far as I could with Alerick’s fingers tensed on my waist holding me in place before I could scramble away. The hem of my dress skated to my thigh and I tugged it down before everything was exposed.
“I rather like seeing that stretch of smooth skin.” His gaze pinned me, making me squirm.
“Take a good look. It’s the last you’re going to see of it.” Gods, my voice sounded as though I’d screamed all through the night.
“Hmmm. I enjoy seeing you naked as well.” His hand skimmed up my arm to cup the back of my head, his fingers ploughing into the wild tangles. “When we’re bonded, there will be no clothing between us.”
I opened my mouth to tell him there would be no bonding when he captured my mouth with his, cutting off any words I might have said. His kiss was demanding, commanding and gods help me, but it only took moments for a moan to rip from my throat. I kissed him back, losing myself in the feel of his slick lips and his taste and when he dipped his tongue into my mouth, I let my tongue slide against his.
My hips tilted of their own accord, the juncture of my thighs swelling and throbbing. Tingles raced through my body, turning my insides to heated liquid and taking all the strength from my limbs.
Alerick rolled onto his side, taking me with him so that I was now on my back, and he leaned over me. He deepened the kiss and his hand skimmed down my waist to knead the flesh of my hip.
I clung to his broad shoulders, needing something solid to anchor myself to as pure, unadulterated desire seeped into every cell of my body. Alerick surrounded me with his body, his scent in my nose, his taste in my mouth, and his hands on my body. He invaded every part of me and every thought of fighting flew away like the wind, as though it had never been there at all.
I lifted my thigh, letting the softness of his leathers rub against my tender skin. My fingers wound across his shoulder, up his neck and into the thick, soft strands of hair. He crushed his thigh against my sensitive pussy and I gasped as sensation rushed through me.
I needed more friction and tilted my hips, using his hard muscles to rub where nobody had touched me before. His hips tilted as he rubbed his thick shaft where my hip met my leg. It wasn’t exactly where I needed him. Where I wanted him…
Internal pressure built and my lower abdomen tensed. I searched for something, but I didn’t know what. An elusive peak out of reach. Alerick’s fingers trailed upwards until his palm covered my breast. He kneaded my soft flesh before pinching my hard nipple and pressing himself harder against my pussy. My body went rigid as pleasure cascaded through me.
“That’s my girl. Let me take care of you.” Alerick whispered in my ear and patted me with gentle strokes of his fingertips over my breasts, his stomach, my thigh while I floated slowly back into my mind.
His mouth curved in a smile that was all satisfied male seduction as I became aware of my surroundings, of the beautiful weight of his body, of the warmth of his skin, of the care in which he held me.
I liked it.
Coldness swept the lethargy in my limbs away. I’d…he’d…kissed me and…I liked it and…I pushed against Alerick’s chest, slick sweat coating my body. The languid droop of his eyelids flew open and his mouth went taut.
“The bath is ready.”
I gasped, shocked to see Eike in an open doorway looking down at me. Had he seen…seen Alerick…find my release and…my wolf. All I had to do was get out of here and then I’d run. If I found a glowing golden line on the ground, I could run faster than any of them. They’d never catch me.
Alerick swept his legs under me, picked me up as though I weighed no more than a bag of apples, and said to Eike. “She would like to bathe.”
I struggled helplessly in the cage of Alerick’s arms. Gods, the man was so strong it was like hitting a sand-bag. “She would not like to bathe. She would like to get the hells out of here.”