Page 29 of The Reluctant Wolf and His Fated Mate
She reached behind her neck and untied the bikini top. With how she stretched her arms, her breasts were exposed over the surface of the water. Her dusky rose nipples were tight. A desperate need to taste them rose. She dropped the top next to their champagne glasses.
He covered her mouth with his. “You’re killing me, Sophie.” He reached out and traced over one of her soft, heavy breasts. “You’re stunning.”
He claimed her mouth again and ran his thumbs over her hard nipples. She moaned against his lips.
Pulling a hair’s width away, he murmured. “You have me aching hard.”
“Oh?” She feigned innocence. “Let’s see about that.”
When her hand stroked over his fully erect shaft, he dropped his head back and released a guttural groan.
“Now this feels promising.” Her voice lowered, husky with need. “I wonder how it would feel inside me.”
He growled. “Good. So fuckin’ good.”
The sound of a snapping twig nearby bolted him right out of the tub.
Her eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”
All his senses were attuned. It could be a small animal, but Damon knew, he justknewthat something was off.
Someone was out there. Were they watching them? Watchingher?
His protective instincts took over. He handed Sophie her bikini top. “Go inside, Sophie.”
“Damon.” She huffed. “What is it?”
“Probably nothing. I’m going to check.”
He kept his eyes attuned for movement in the woods while he helped her put on her top. After they climbed out, she gave him a questioning glance all but askingwhat the hell is going on?
“Hurry in. I’ll be right there,” he said.
She wrapped her towel around herself. “You can’t go out there alone.”
“That’s what I do, Sophie. My responsibilities include keeping everyone safe.”
She gestured toward him with a shaky hand. “But you have nothing. No weapon.” Her bottom lip trembled.
“I’ll be fine,” he placated her.
Her expression remained worried as she walked to the glass door leading inside. He watched her go, eyes lingering, before he turned his attention to the forest.
Once he stepped onto the path he’d cleared into the woods, he shed his trunks and shifted to wolf form. He let his wolf and his primal instincts take over and he bounded over the fern-covered forest floor in the direction the twig snapping had originated.
He caught a scent that made his fur stand on end. It was absolutely unwelcome in Franconia territory, especially so close to Damon’s home. And Sophie.
It was that of the Sacco wolf.
Chapter 9
Damon
In wolf form, Damon tracked the Sacco wolf’s scent. It had retreated back to its territory. Sonovabitch must have been spying on him.
His wolf prowled with agitation inside.We should tear the intruder to shreds.
Damon grunted, noting the appeal of that suggestion, but it was out of the question. He had to notify his alpha.
