Page 94 of Blade's Battle
“Cute? Acaton awolfshifter is cute? I think I’m going to be swatting someone’s ass later.”
She couldn’t stop laughing. Frank had a wicked sense of humor, apparently.
“If my wolf had been cooperating with me, he would have healed the tattoo within hours, but no, he was as much of an ass as Frank. After a few weeks of endless teasing from the guys, I got the idea of putting Marcus’s image on there. You know, so I wouldn’t forget him and everyone I’d lost.”
“You would never forget,” she said, as she ran her fingers up and down his arm, over the tattoo. “But it’s a nice tribute.”
As Anna traced the tattoo with her finger, Blade smiled. When I look at my tattoo, I remember all the fun Marcus and I had running through the woods, scaring off rabbits and deer, chasing everything that moved. He was four years younger than me, but he could keep up. I never did find his body. I held out hope for the longest time that he was alive, but no one answered my howls that night. And in all my travels over the years, I’ve never heard of anyone from my pack surviving.”
“When I first saw the tattoo, I thought it was your image there. The resemblance to your brother is strong. Except you’re more handsome, of course.”
“Of course,” he replied with a grin.
“When you became self-aware again, after the shock wore off, where did you go?”
“Here and there. That’s the problem with being a lone wolf. It’s hard finding purpose. That’s when I started taking more risks, conducting raids into bear shifter territories, stealing their honey.”
“Honey?” Damien had mentioned honey before.
“It’s like currency to bear shifters. I don’t even like honey, but stealing it upset the bears, and that gave me a sense of vindication even though they weren’t responsible for the massacre. I had all this hate and need to avenge my pack. I targeted the bears, made my share of enemies, and moved on before they could catch me.”
Anna’s heart sank for him. He had missed a vital detail, one that anyone could have missed, and it had cost the shifters from his birth pack their lives.
“It’s a shame you don’t like honey,” she said in a teasing voice. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have someone lick it off of me.”
“Oh, Angel, you’re giving me ideas again.”
“But if you don’t like honey—”
“I’ll learn to like it. You know what they say, don’t you? You need to try a new food six to eight times before you learn to like it.”
“Blade, my cowboy, you can lick me as often as you want, with or without honey.”
“Cowboy? Still? Does that mean you’re offering to ride me, Angel?”
“You’re the cowboy. Shouldn’t you be doing the riding?”
His hand moved under the hem of her dress and inched it higher toward her panties.
“Out here?” she said, her head snapping from side to side, even as she yearned for his touch.
“Just you, me, and the stars,” he said as his fingers eased her panties to the side.
He was intentionally distracting her, and she wanted to hear the rest of the story.
“How l-long before you f-found Callen?” she said as his fingers dragged through her slick.
“Two years.” Blade lifted her and repositioned her to straddle his lap.
“We can’t do this out here on the steps,” she said one last time, knowing it was futile, given how wet she was and the need he had stirred in her.
“Sure, we can. Except you’re going to be my cowgirl.”
He unzipped his pants. The tip of his hard cock pressed against her folds, and then his warm flesh slid through her. He felt amazing. Damn him, but he knew her too well. Pulling away wasn’t as easy as she had thought.
She pushed her hips forward, impaling herself slowly, enjoying the feel of him filling her.
“Ride me, Angel.” Blade’s voice was playful and determined.
