Page 49 of Tempting Frey
I squinted. What was he plotting? “Shouldn’t we wait until the heat is over?”
“No. It has to be now.” I realized a dangerous truth. I wouldn’t ever be able to say no to my young mate. “Please, Teddy.”
“Let’s go through the forest.”
Oliver took a quick shower and put on sweats and a cotton T-shirt. We went out through my patio door and stepped into the blueberry bushes below.
I shifted, and Oliver climbed onto my back, carrying a canvas bag with my clothes in it. He dug his fingers into my fur.
“You’re a beast, Teddy. I love how huge you are.”
The size of my bear looked intimidating, but it made me slower. Both Jordy and Hunter could easily outrun me. My mate liked it, though, so I wouldn’t complain.
I carried him through the darkening forest, and we emerged on the lawn behind the two-story building where his apartment was.
“I’ll open the back door for you.”
Hiding behind the line of trees, I shifted and dressed while he went around the house. A minute later, the door on the ground floor opened, and he waved at me to come in.
We ran up the stairs to a narrow, gray-painted door that he must have left ajar. The apartment was tiny, just a bedroom that barely fit a double bed and a cramped living room with a small kitchen corner.
“What are you going to do with me now that you have me here?” I asked, studying his changeable expression. Mischief lurked in his eyes.
“It’s not about the place, but about what I have in here.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Sit and wait.” He gestured to the sofa. When I sat down, he winked and closed himself in the bedroom.
I looked around at his modest decor. Oliver was a practical man. The space was neat and cozy, an achievement considering he’d only lived here for a week. One unpacked box stood by the door, but the couple of shelves held books and a few pictures of Oliver’s brothers and their families.
The bedroom door creaked open, and Oliver emerged, wearing a long, unbuttoned shirt that he was holding wrapped around himself. My gaze went to his slim, bare legs.
He opened the shirt, and I gulped.
It was the turquoise lingerie set that had been haunting me for years.
“It fits,” he said, a corner of his mouth lifting in a playful smile.
My first instinct was to squeeze my eyes shut. The sense of wrongness and guilt was fresh in my memory.
“Teddy, look at me.”
But Oliver was mine. Not a guilty fantasy, not a forbidden dream, but my mate, flesh and blood. He loved me and carried my cub in his belly.
I opened my eyes and took in every detail.
The shirt fell to the floor, and I feasted on the sight of him. The lingerie looked slightly different from what I remembered, but when you daydream about something over and over again, your brain alters your memories, replacing them with fantasies.
Oliver’s nipples pushed against two small triangles of flowery lace held in place by an intricate web of ribbons and bows. The sheer, skimpy briefs showed his half-hard cock, the tip peeking out above the edge. Did I remember correctly they were assless? That, I couldn’t have made up.
“Turn around.”
Grinning knowingly, he showed me his back and ass, checking my reaction over his shoulder.
The lace indeed parted over his ass cheeks, revealing his smooth crease.
“I want you to knot me while I’m wearing this,” Oliver said.
