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And it wasaddictive.
Rosalia’s orgasm hit her hard and sudden, her eyes widening and her muscles shaking as she fell apart, her core tightening with a vice-like grip around him. He snarled, pounding harder into her willing flesh, his own release close.
He came with a roar, burying himself deep within her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into him.
Normally, when he finished, that was that. He’d gather his things and leave.
But not with her.
He gathered her into his arms, rolling over so that she was tucked into his side, and pressed a kiss to her hair.
She giggled, high and breathy, her legs trembling slightly. “That was…was…amazing!”
He smiled at the wonder in her voice, pulling her closer.
“Can we do it again?”
He laughed then, lifting her chin to press a kiss to her lips. “Tomorrow, little wolf. You need to rest now.”
He reached over and flicked off the light, darkness enveloping them in a welcoming blanket. Rosalia sighed and nuzzled into him.
For a while, the only sounds were their breaths and the beat of their hearts.
And then she spoke.
“Thank you. For saving me.”
He inhaled, his chest tightening.
“You’re welcome.”
Chapter 13 - Rosalia
The next few weeks passed, Rosalia’s surface wounds faded completely, and the ones that lay deeper beneath also began to twinge with the first itching creep of healing.
She found herself, somewhat surprisingly, to be rather happy.
It wasn’t just her relationship with Rick. Something about the attack had strengthened her decision out there in the cold and mud, and it stuck fast, down to her very marrow. She found herself going into town, reaching out to the other women,looking forwardto each sunrise.
She was becoming an Iron Walker. And not just in name. In herbeing.
As Rick guided her through the excited throngs of people, his hand warm and gentle, she couldn’t help but lean into his touch, enjoy the strength of his presence behind her. They stopped towards the edge of the gathering, and he didn’t remove his hand.
She glanced up and smiled at him.
He didn’t smile back, but the corners of his eyes crinkled ever so slightly, the ever-present caution and cunning there softening into something that made her heart squeeze.
Ever since that night, the very first night that they had spent together, everything had changed.
He was stillRick. That much was certain. Still cool and calculating. Still prone to long evenings shut away in his office, still suffering foul tempers after a pack meeting didn’t go exactly the way he wanted.
But he was beginning to let her in.
Just in small ways. An invitation to sit with him at breakfast. New books on law and politics are waiting for her on her dresser. He’d decided she had a talent for such things and was eager to cultivate it in her. At first, she had humored him, reading through articles and textbooks, but had discovered a growing interest in it that was uniquelyhers.
It was small, undernourished after so many years of being told all she was good for was looking pretty and polite small talk, but it was there. And it thrilled her to her core. She’d grown closer with Lola, who, despite the late stage of her pregnancy, still insisted on long hours at the library researching. Rosalia would join her, ask her a million questions, and bring her findings back to Rick with an almost childish delight.
Then, of course, there were the nights they spent together. It had only happened a few times since the first, and never planned. Rosalia could sense that, despite his instincts, he was being cautious. Reserved. Holding back. Or rather, not letting her in all at once.
