Page 55 of Hunted By Wolves and Shadow
He wasn’t so bad himself. Even with trousers on, I’d drooled over the delicious lines of muscle that dipped out of sight, and now that I could see everything, well…let’s just say I was counting my hidden stars. I wanted to stay like this forever, holding each other and touching and exploring, but Wolf had other ideas.
Grabbing me by the knees, he upended me onto my back and followed me down. Our bodies notched perfectly together and,oh, I was wrong before. This was better. This was what I wanted.
He kissed me again while one hand skimmed down my belly to give me shivers that delighted my entire body. Then his magical fingers found the core of me and began to set me alight. I didn’t know I could fly so high, but every touch was consuming, lifting me higher and higher. This man who had every reason to hateme was touching me like I was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen, whispering unintelligible things in my ear before he sucked the lobe between his sharp teeth and I almost lost myself right then.
“More, Wolf, I want you. All of you.”
“I want all of you too, little witchling. Not just your body, but your clever mind and your kind soul. Your sweet lips and your pure heart.”
I didn’t see how he could call me good or pure-hearted when I’d been so oblivious to what was going on. Not when I’d been horrible and called him a liar more times than I could count.
I must have tensed, because he pulled back from kissing me and rose to align our bodies. “But for now, this is enough. Will you give me this, sweetheart?”
I smiled and nodded. “Yes. Please.”
He lined us up. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he joined our bodies together. I could hardly bear the sweetness of his restraint and was writhing for more long before he gave it to me. His hand on one hip anchored me to the bed so that he set the pace at which I got to have him. I hated it and I loved it, and I wanted it so badly I could scream.
I wondered if I would ever get over this, or if every other time would be compared to this for the rest of my life.
When he was buried all the way to my soul, he stilled and waited for me to adjust, but I didn’t need time. We felt amazing together, a fullness inside me that was more than flesh and heat, with no seam between where he ended and I began. He filled me completely, my heart and lungs expanding even as his weight sank into me. Then he began to move, and I forgot how to think. I barely remembered how to breathe. I stopped squirming for more and let him set the pace. All I could do was follow his lead and let him turn me inside out with fiery pleasure. I could never get enough of this. Of him.
I clutched at the nape of his neck, pulling him down. He came easily, as if we’d shared the same thought at the same instant, and he sealed my mouth with a crushing kiss. I felt taken. Possessed by every thrust. Surrounded by his body, inside and out. I felt claimed and protected.
I felt treasured.
My fingers gripped his hips hard enough to bruise. It only made him groan into my mouth and push one of my legs up so he could take me deeper. I wanted everything he would give me, to be as tangled into one as we could be.
I felt it then. In the midst of a wave of heat building inside me, my heart reached for him, wanting to claim him right back. The feeling was so overwhelming, I faltered.
Wolf slowed his rhythm and looked down on me with his pupils blown wide, pushing out the silvery-grey to beautiful shining rings. “Sunbeams, Emi, you feel perfect. You’re a dream I never thought I’d have. Let go, sweetheart. Let me catch you.”
There was such a proprietary way to how he looked down on me, so fierce yet gentle at the same time, that it was more romantic than if he’d told me he loved me. That wasn’t what this was, I knew that, but it felt likesomething. It was special and bright like sunshine, and I’d never realized how good it could be. My body had never felt so light and free and beautiful. I ached with it.
He dove back in for another kiss, beseeching and commanding at once, and the sensation ofRightandMineandHomepoured into me while his tongue plundered and danced with mine. Heat swelled inside me when Wolf shifted our position by lifting my hip, the changed angle making me cry out with renewed pleasure.
How had this happened? How had it come to be that Wolf was the one who lit me up and made me feel more alive than ever? Why did it feel like Wolf was personally responsible forthe beautiful things left in this world, and for me wanting to see them, finally? Wolf was passion and certainty, and having all of that focused on me was blindingly heady.
Deep inside, at some fault line through my soul, I trembled at the enormity of it. For right now, Wolf was all mine, and I was his, and I wanted to give myself to him fully.
I let go of the hurt and the anger. There wasn’t much left anyway. I let the pain of my family’s betrayal slide from my shoulders and let Wolf replace it with the hot glide of pleasure between our bodies. The silky, velvety ache thrummed and I knew I was close to falling over the edge. Reason and restraint were distant memories.
“Wolf.” I whimpered his name. “Harder.”
He chuckled a breathy laugh. “That’s my line. I believe you were trying to stab me at the time. Faster. Harder. That’s what I told you.”
“Then show me what you meant. I need a lesson,” I said coyly, knowing exactly how to amp him up.
“Hold on to me, witchling.” As if I weighed nothing, he brought me with him to the edge of the bed and pressed one knee up. With the added leverage of a foot on the floor, he showed me exactly what he’d meant.
Our breaths picked up that edge of desperation, and the sounds we made together were a chaotic symphony of passion. It set me on fire. The heat turned bright and hungry inside me, building and consuming as I met him thrust for thrust. My nerves became silver threads of light that sang for him, and oh,sunbeams, he was beautiful. The soft parting of his lips as he groaned out my name, the flash of his teeth gritted in agonizing ecstasy, the sweat curling his hair and the flex of his shoulders as he worked me to the edge.
We were in sync, our pleasure shared, no line between us, and we crashed over the cliff as one. I shattered apart at theseams, yet as the pieces tumbled freely, I was somehow perfectly whole. Light fractured into rainbows and I slammed my eyes shut against the beauty, wanting only to feel. And it turned out it was easy to let go when you could trust another person to catch you, when you let the flames of desire consume every fear, every worry, and every tightly held doubt. I fell into Wolf as he fell into me, and we lay tangled together for heartbeat after heartbeat as we came down from the high, neither one ready to break the precious bond glowing softly between us.
I didn’t know how to accept this, but somehow I had. I didn’t just want this one time, I wanted more. I wanted his sorrows and his doubts and his failures, and I wanted his joy and his teasing and his triumphs. My days of denial were over. I was falling for Wolf.
My body was deliciously sore in all the best ways the next day, especially after waking up with Wolf’s arm around me and his desire obvious where he was nestled against my back. It didn’t take more than a few breathy moans before he was slipping back inside me after kissing his way up my back. He held me like that, my back to his chest, and took me slower and sweeter than the first time. My eyes prickled as I floated back to my body after.
When we finally rose, we set about the task of completing Wolf’s destructive search. This time I dedicated myself to inspecting every nook and board as we set the cottage back in order, determined to find whatever anchored the curse here. We spent the next few days talking endlessly about how the curse worked and how we might try to break it, only pausing when we tumbled into the bedroom together, which was often. Each day,I chewed several heart-shaped Silphium leaves from Grandma’s garden for contraception since whatever Wolf and I were doing, it wasn’t permanent. I tried hard to keep my feelings in check, focusing on the importance of the task at hand.
