Page 53 of Bewitched By the Werewolf
“Most. Some just run until the urge passes. Especially those who don’t have someone to chase and work out their needs with.”
I wonder if he’s one of those shifters. Does he have someone to chase and work out his need within the forest during this heated frenzy? The thought is unsettling, and again a flutter of jealousy spikes my pulse. Then an unbidden image appears in my head of Ryder chasing me through the forest and pinning me to the ground, which only increases my heart rate. At first, he’s the beast I remember from the forest, but by the time he has me pinned under him he’s all man and completely naked. I can feel heat warming my cheeks and I try to steady my breathing. The image is exciting to say the least.
Ryder’s attention returns to me, and he looks me over curiously, sniffing the air. Shit, can he smell jealousy? Forget that, can he smell horniness?
“What are you thinking about, little Red?”
Ah crap, he can smell me.
“Nothing.”
He inhales another long deep breath and lets out a soft growl as he exhales. “You’re lying. I can smell you. You like the idea of being chased through the woods?” he asks in a low raspy tone.
I should probably lie and say no, but he’d probably just be able to tell I’m lying again.
“Maybe. It sounds…interesting.”
“How interesting?”
Ryder is now fully focused on me, his eyes hooded and dark are locked on me like a laser target. He twists to face me, placing one hand on the cushions between us and leaning in closer. The couch isn’t huge, just one of those standard three cushion ones. Which means when he leans over the middle cushion, he’s close enough I can smell him. Citrusy orange and cinnamon sticks.
I can’t take my eyes off him as he subtly shifts closer to me on the couch. I swallow hard when I notice the bulge at his groin. I should really not be looking at his groin, that is a bad idea. I scold myself and force my eyes back up to his. He’s closer now and I can see his pupils expanding, nearly consuming the silver ring around them. Even if I didn’t know what he was, I would know he was a predator with the hunger and focus in his gaze.
“Um, I don’t know. The average amount of interesting?”
My tongue becomes limp and useless in my mouth as he scoots even closer. His arm stretches across the back of the couch, surrounding me in his scent and presence. But I’m not afraid, oh no. I’m only getting hotter and more aroused with every inch that disappears between us. His entire being calling to me and demanding I reciprocate. Lean in and press myself to him.
The urge is so deep in my soul, I’m almost to shocked by its intensity to do anything. Apparently, where my brain is incapable of understanding what’s going on between us, my body knows exactly how to behave.
Since I’m shorter than Ryder, it’s easy to slip under his raised arm, positioning myself perfectly against his side and chest. Pressing gently into his heated skin.
His chin dips and his nose grazes against my temple, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Tell me again how interested you are in being chased, Red. Would you let me catch you? Or would you shoot me with your crossbow again?” he whispers against my skin causing goosebumps to appear where his breath touches. Somehow I manage a response.
“I would neverletyou catch me. You’d have to do that yourself.”
A near painful groan slips from Ryder as his head dips lower and I feel his lips brush against the sensitive skin of my neck. “If you were to run from me, I would always catch you.”
“Awfully sure of yourself, Officer,” I gently tease in a breathy tone that was intended to be sassy but comes out more sultry.
Ryder’s low chuckle reverberates against my neck and shoulder, and I can feel the smile on his lips as he again speaks directly against my skin.
“You want me to catch you, therefore, I will. It’s as simple as that.”
I don’t think there’s anything simple going on right now. I’m actually considering letting this man chase me through the woods as a beast, just so he can catch me and fuck me as a man. The words explaining it may be simple, but the meaning behind them is not.
I want him. Even knowing what he is, I still want him. Like a coyote on a carcass, I can’t pull away. I found him and he smells delicious. I want to devour him.
Then all rational thoughts flee as his lips make contact with my pulse against my throat.
Chapter 29: Tess
I must be crazy, because all I can think about is stripping Ryder naked and finding out if he’s as stoic in the bedroom as he is outside the bedroom. With the way he uses his lips on my neck and the hand dexterously slipping up my thigh, I imagine he is anything but stoic and boring in bed.
“You smell like every carnal fantasy I’ve ever had,” Ryder confesses between kisses. Kisses that trail my neck and shoulder then back up to my jaw.
I want him to keep kissing every part of me, but he teases with brushes of his mouth against my jaw and lips. On a breathy exhale I lean into him trying to catch his mouth with mine, but he doesn’t let me. He pulls back just enough to evade my attempts, playing with me. It both irritates and excites me.
