Page 26 of The Beast's Baby
If anyone was coming after them.
Which, of course, they were. But not right now. Not in this instance. And she was clenching around him, making him groan softly with frustration that he couldn’t immediately follow through on the promise he’d intimated when he shifted their positions.
“Wait,” he said, pulling her close and making her sit still as he put the car in gear.
She chuckled softly into his ear, and he smiled at the stupidity of it all, of their eagerness, their recklessness. He was still inside of her, her hips moving almost imperceptibly as she waited for him to get them somewhere a little safer. He didn’t want to think about headlights appearing behind them.
He wanted to think about her and nothing else.
The thoughts he’d been fighting for weeks wasn’t going to be fought against anymore. The way her hair moved when she turned her head; the sullen silences that had made him want to ask her how she was doing, though he never did; the way her mouth quirked up the second before she smiled. And the way she had looked at him when she had begun to expect that he’d be on her side despite all evidence declaring that she should expect the opposite.
“Is this all… your wolf?” he asked when he could braze his hands against her back as she kneeled to give him space to shove his hips upward, burying himself deeper within her.
She groaned, gripping his shoulders. “I don’t know,” she breathed. “Does it matter?”
It didn’t. It really didn’t. And she wasn’t asking for an elaboration of what ‘all’ meant. He didn’t want to explore it, either. It had been some sort of attraction that had gripped him tight and refused to let go from the first time he stepped into her bedroom and saw her waiting for him on her bed. He’d written it off. But this… This didn’t feel like just fucking to him. He’d never liked one-night stands. Had never liked how impersonal they were, and this didn’t feel impersonal. It felt anything but.
He increased his rhythm, sliding into her wetness while crushing her chest to his. Her cheek was against his temple, her moans frequent and trembling. She was close.
“Oh, God,” she gasped. “Oh, my God, oh, my God!” she exclaimed, and he felt her clenching around him.
It made him follow her, coming hard, spilling into her with jerky movements of his hips that he would have felt were embarrassing if he hadn’t been under the impression that she was as lost to the sensations as he was.
She remained on top of him, cheek to his temple, arms on either side of his head. She felt loose under his hands, like she was completely relaxed. He, on the other hand, was tensing with the implications of what he had done in the span of two hours.
He’d found a note, plotted rebellion, carried that rebellion out, fled the scene of his crime and now he’d…
What if it was just the wolf? The uncontrollable heat she was under? Didn’t that mean that he’d just taken advantage?
“Hey,” he said slowly. “Was that…? I mean, are you okay?” he asked.
She pulled back to rest her eyes on his. There was lingering desire there that made his cock respond immediately. To him, there seemed to be more than the wolf. There seemed to be the human woman in that desire too. And she looked very much okay.
“I’m okay,” she said.
“Right but was that… you?” he asked.
He wished he’d known how to phrase it properly. To make it sound less like him expressing his own confusion since it might make her think that he was confused about whether he’d enjoyed himself or not.
“I don’t mean that in a bad way,” he tried to clarify. “It was just… sudden.”
“Why are you stammering?” she asked, running her hand down the side of his face languidly. “Are you worried that it meant something, or that it meant nothing?”
“I’m not worried,” he shook his head, sighing softly when she climbed off him and slipped back over in the passenger seat. “It was just sudden.”
“Yeah, you said,” she remarked. He couldn’t read her expression; the desire having left it for soft observation as she watched him tuck himself away and button his jeans. “Does it matter?” she asked. “If it was me or the wolf or both? It was the adrenaline more than anything for the both of us, right?”
He didn’t want to feel as though it hadn’t been about the adrenaline, at least not entirely, not for him, so he nodded. “Right,” he agreed.
“Oh, look,” she said, eyes on the snow falling in ever larger flakes outside the windows. “It’s so pretty.”
“We’d better get moving,” he said.
“Where?” she asked as though she hadn’t a minute ago been moaning his name in his ear. He tried to tell himself he had to concentrate on the task at hand and reached for the window wiper lever, switching the wipers on.
“It’s an old factory,” he said. “Very secluded. Abandoned.”
“And Olive likes it?”
