Page 41 of Claimed By Werewolf
Werewolf
The sun hadn’t even fully risen, but the light was already spilling across her skin.
Demi lay half on my chest, her hair fanned out over me like fire, and her arm curled against my ribs as if she thought I might slip away if she didn’t hold on.
Christ.
I’d meant to keep my distance.Meant to protect her by keeping that wall between us.But last night?Last night I’d burned that wall to the ground.
And I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
Not when she was curled into me like she belonged there.Not when my body still thrummed with the memory of her nails clawing down my back.Her voice crying my name, and her lips swollen from every brutal, desperate kiss.
She was mine.
And I was in deep trouble because of it.
She stirred, soft against me, with a groan slipping from her lips as she blinked awake.
For a moment, she just looked at me, her hair messy and lips parted.Then she smiled, slow and sleepy.It hit me like a punch.
“Morning,” she whispered.
I grunted.“You should be running the other way right now.”
Her brow arched, and the corner of her mouth quirked.“That’s one hell of a good morning to you.”
I growled low and tightened my arm around her.“You know what I mean.”
“I know what you’re trying to say,” she corrected.“But you’re wrong.”Her fingers traced idle patterns over my chest.“I don’t want to run, Wolf.Not from you.Not from this.”
My chest ached, my throat thick.“You don’t get it,” I said.“Last night… it wasn’t just sex.Not for me.It was a claim.And once a man like me claims a woman, there’s no walking back from it.”
“Good,” she said simply.
My head jerked toward her.“Good?”
“Yes, good.”She shifted up and straddled me.Her hair fell around her face as she looked down at me like she could see every piece of me I kept locked away.“I don’t want to walk back.I don’t want to pretend this isn’t real.Because it is.”
My hands gripped her hips tight enough to bruise.My pulse roared in my ears.
“Demi…”
“Yes?”she whispered, almost daring me.
I couldn’t say it.Not yet.The words stuck in my throat.Too dangerous.Too final.
Instead, I dragged her down, kissed her hard, and poured everything I couldn’t say into her mouth.
She kissed me back just as fiercely, and for a while, nothing else mattered.
The knock on the door shattered it.
Sharp.Hard.Insistent.
I froze.Demi tensed on top of me, her eyes wide.
Another knock, louder this time.“Wolf.Open the fuck up.”
