Page 49 of Howl You Doin?
I’ve never felt this pull, this need, or the peace I find with her so close. I want to be angry and annoyed with myself for being unable to resist her, but the contentment I feel is just too damn strong.
After battling the urge to go to her, I stupidly decided to take not one, but three vials of the supposed sedative Jekyll sent me.
Fat lot of good it did.
I vaguely remember making my way up the staircase, my instincts a ceaseless demand that I go to her. It’s like my body and my subconscious were missing her, and I was helpless to deny them.
An emotion I’m scared to name floods my sternum at the knowledge that she didn’t deny me the simple act of holding her through the night, and the urge has abated.
For whatever reason, the woman in my arms has the capacity to forgive my incredibly abhorrent behavior these last weeks. It’s become exceedingly clear that she affects me as no other woman has, but I’m finding the more it goes on, the less I’m beginning to mind.
I admit now that when she first walked into the castle it was my instant reaction to her that scared the daylights out of me, and I wanted her gone immediately.
After making her come in broad daylight inside the maze, I later found dirt imbedded in my nails from my claws digging into the ground as I ate her sweet cunt. The sight of my giant paw-like impressions makes it all too apparent that she is driving me to madness, but I would sooner chew my own arm off than hurt her, which makes my behavior unacceptable.
I flinch when she pushes her breast more firmly into my hand as she stretches lightly. Soft, round, and full.Fuck me, she is perfect.
I jerk my palm away when she lets out a contented sigh before she wiggles to roll over. With her head falling to rest on my shoulder, her pretty brown eyes pop open to look at me.
“Good morning.” My voice sounds like gravel to my own ears.
“Hello,” she answers, and the dimples in her cheeks show with her smile.
Her skin flushes as she moves to get more comfortable. Her hip grazes my cock and we both jolt.
“Sorry. He has a mind of his own around you,” I murmur.
My mind whirs with how I can possibly make the last month up to her.
Would she let me treat her to a day of pampering? The stubborn woman would probably need to be forced to it.
She pushes up off my chest. “What time is it?”
I frown, fighting the urge to pull her back to me, and acknowledge how odd it is that I’m unconcerned with where my own phone is currently. “I don’t know.”
She folds back the coverlet and reaches for her mobile.
“Almost six,” she says with a tired sigh. “I need to go start breakfast. Ugh, the choreography lessons are today. I hope I don’t fall flat on my face.”
She deflates, her back falls back onto the mattress, and she rubs at her eyes with her hands.
“Let me hold you a moment longer,” I say, my body greedy for just a little bit more of her soft warmth as I tug her into my arms. “It can wait another five minutes, and you will do fine.”
“Well, aren’t you being nice this morning? Do you want me to make you a hangover cure? You were pretty drunk.” The lightest humor in her voice eats at my worries that she could be upset with me being here.
When her head lands on my chest, her breath fans across my shirt-covered chest. I find myself wishing the clothing between us would disappear. My dick jerks at the idea of propositioningher for a bout of morning sex. Or just fuckingsexwith her—having never been inside her is killing me.
“I feel okay, but thank you.” I hug her to me and withhold a purr of contentment when her hand runs over my abdomen.
“What do you remember about last night, King Arthur?” she snarks.
I think back to the night before, but my memory is still a bit spotty. I only recall the way she smiled, and how beautiful it looked. Shit. My voice is a groan as I pinch the bridge of my nose with my free hand and squeeze her to me with the other.
“What did I say?”
She laughs and her body shakes with it. “You basically called your dick Excalibur.”
Her husky tone has my cock thickening further, and I move her gently to get out of the bed before I say something idiotic to ruin the morning, like “help me to pull it out.” She makes it so I can’t think properly, and she’s far too pretty for me to resist with her luscious hair a mess, and so few clothes on.
