Page 145 of Wolf Caged
“Kaeleron,” she whispered, blinking startled blue eyes up at me, and fidgeted with something she held to her chest. “I was… I was just coming to return these.”
She looked down at the bundle of black blending with her robe.
My tunic and boots, I realised.
She shoved them at me, catching me off guard as her scent stole my focus. It grew stronger as I took the tunic and boots from her, and I frowned as I lifted the black jacket to my nose and inhaled.
Smelling her on it.
“This smells like you,” I purred, savouring the rose that climbed her cheeks and how she averted her gaze. “You wore this.”
She nodded. “It seemed better than parading naked through the castle.”
I barely leashed the growl that rumbled up my throat at the thought of her walking through my castle naked, for all to see. Her curves were mine alone to admire.
I caught myself breathing in her scent on my tunic again and frowned as I forced myself to lower it. Still, some part of me growled low, possessively this time, enjoying the thought of her wearing my clothes, rubbing my scent all over her supple body.
“I’m sorry I lost my temper.” She loosed a long sigh and shook her head. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“I do,” I countered. “You did not like feeling weak. You did not like that I was faster than you.”
“Fine, I do know what came over me,” she muttered. “I hate being weak.”
“You are not weak.” I shook my head when she lifted her eyes to meet mine and I could see the denial forming in them, on her lips. “You are strong, Saphira. Stronger than you believe—than your pack let you believe. That lack of belief in your strength is the reason I beat you.”
Her expression softened and warmed, a pretty little blush not born of desire but of gratitude touching her cheeks.
“That and you need to work on controlling your emotions. You are too easy to provoke. Your body is strong, but your mind is weak.”
Her face scrunched up and she smacked me on the chest.
“You are only proving my point.” I arched a brow at her.
“You’re lucky I don’t bite you again,” she shot back, looking ready to carry out that threat.
“Ah, little wolf.” I leaned closer to her as I lowered my voice to a purr. “If you bite me again, I shall bite you again.”
I trailed my fingers over the spot I had bitten, feeling her tremble beneath them.
“Did you like it?” I skimmed my fingers higher, grazing her fluttering pulse in her throat.
“No,” she bit out.
The heat of her cheeks as I feathered my fingers across their scarlet surface betrayed her.
“This pretty blush says otherwise,” I murmured.
She slapped my hand away from her face. “It’s anger making them flushed.”
I chuckled, watching that colour deepen in response to it. “I will freely admit that I rather enjoyed you claiming my neck with your fangs.”
“I wasn’t claiming anything,” she snapped, heat darkening her eyes as she turned her cheek to me.
I caught her other one and turned her face back towards me, my gaze clashing with hers. “You were not? You bit and clawed me—marked me—and then you wore my clothing, mingling our scents on your tight little body.”
She hit me with a murderous glare.
“Stop twisting what happened.” Her anger and frustration deflated as she glanced at my shoulder. “How is it? I’m sorry I did that.”
