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She says, “Your wolf couldn’t get the muzzle off so used his claws on me.”
“Fuck!” I bark.
“The patrol guys got here super-fast. Cade baited your wolf and that meant a few more claw marks as you sprinted off me.”
“Fuck sakes. Babe, I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”
“I’m okay. Dad was in the surveillance room at Joel’s, unfortunately. He turned up and he was ticked. See this?” She places her palm on my ribs. They’re sore and bruised.
“Yeah?”
“Dad’s boot.”
I laugh. “Don’t blame him.”
She doesn’t look amused. At all.
I pull her tight to me and bury my nose in her hair.
Cicely in my arms is so different than Cicely at arm’s length. That’s for damn sure. And it reaffirms what I need to do, what I’ve been afraid to do. Lean into this. Hope for it. And if my monster shreds it all to ribbons, at least I’ll have had a sliver of time with everything I’ve ever wanted but never believed I’d get.
“I’m sorry,” I say into her hair.
“It’s not your fault,” she says.
She pulls back and looks into my eyes and repeats, “It’s not your fault.” She’s not just talking about her injuries, she’s talking about all of it.
“Erica gave me this fancy new bracelet, too.” She gestures to her wrist. She’s wearing a silver charm bracelet with dangling alternating green and blue jewels.
“The blue is pretty. Same color as your eyes. The green…” I touch one. “Sorry but this is the color of phlegm.” Radioactive phlegm at that.
She lets out a laugh. “My thoughts exactly. But there’s a purpose that makes it a fancy bracelet instead of just a booger-green one.”
“What’s that?” I ask, but I don’t give a shit. I tuck her hair behind her ear and play with a lock of it distractedly. Because I don’t want to talk about jewelry. I want to take her into the trailer and fuck her on that bed. And then I want food. A lot of it. And then I want her again, maybe in the shower, against the tiled wet wall with her legs wrapped around me.
“I like your train of thought,” she says, grinding on my lap, pulling pleasurable shivers from me. “If you wanna fuck me, I promised I wouldn’t take this belt off though, so…”
I laugh, then sober, then let the laugh out fully.
She looks surprised and delighted.
“The green beads will immobilize you for a minute if I’m at least three feet but not more than a dozen feet away.”
“How’s that?”
“I pull one off and toss it at you.”
I examine it again before I decide I’m done sitting here in this little prison. For now at least.
After I get the other irons off, I lift her up into my arms in a way I’ve never held a female before.
My bride.
The sweet scent of her arousal hits my senses, and I want to fly to the trailer to fuck her there, but enough good sense kicks in that I squat to grab the muzzle from the floor before I do that.
She’s alternating between tonguing my neck and sucking on my earlobe while I walk back to the trailer.
I set the muzzle on the bedside table before I lay her on the bed and drop my shorts.
