Page 35 of Wolf Fated
“Calm down.” He tugged me after him into the room. “I won’t paw you… unless you ask.” But there was a hint of teasing beyond his words in the tone of his voice that sent a shiver of anticipation through me.
Sensations of what Axel had done to me on the deck of the boat filled me and I squeezed my legs together.
A slow smile came over Nathan’s face as his gaze slid down my body to my sex. “You look good in those.”
Hell. Is it hot in here or I’m I coming down sick?Cause Nathan staring at me has me losing my mind. I glanced down to remember what I was wearing. Plaid pajamas. These didn’t scream sexy at all. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
He led me to the bed and sat down.
My breath hitched and he let go of my hand.
"I won't force you, Brook." He searched my face like he was looking for a clue or something, but I wasn't sure what exactly. "But I have a big day planned for us tomorrow starting at dawn and there are only a few hours before sunrise."
Swallowing hard, I reminded myself that I was practically married. All that was missing was the groom and the wedding ceremony. I straightened, taking a step backward. "I'll be fine."
He raked a hand through his auburn hair, his emerald eyes pinching along the sides. "No, you won't. I'll sleep on the floor and protect you from the big, bad wolf. Joking. You can have the bed."
Now I felt like an absolute bitch. Nathan had already said he wouldn't touch me unless I asked. Yet, I wanted him to kiss me and touch me. Hell, I wanted him to grab me and throw me on the bed. I shouldn't have thoughts like that. I wasn't single. And I had only ever dated one guy at a time. Yesterday, I was with Axel and today with Nathan. Next, I guessed it would be Drake's turn and I had weeks of this left still. I needed to get some sleep, I was already fighting a yawn, and I needed to have stronger willpower.
What if this was some weird test the universe had me in to see if I'd be faithful? I had already failed miserably at that with Axel. I never even kissed a guy on the first date before. Not that I had dated much. No, I wanted to be able to have a clear conscience that I hadn't done anything wrong or lost the bet. And I would prove my determination without allowing anything else intimate to happen.
"No, it's okay. You can share the bed with me." To emphasize my determination, I crawled across the king-sized bed and tucked myself under the covers to my chin.
Nathan let out a chuckle but laid down beside me on top of the covers.
As huge as this bed was, with him next to me, it was like I was in a twin-size bed. I laid with the sheets tucked under my chin and frozen on my back, staring at the ceiling. He didn't make a move toward me and soon his even breathing told me he was asleep. Part of me was disappointed he hadn't tried anything. The other was relieved he was being a gentleman and giving me space. Honestly though, the first half of me was stronger and I clenched my fists as the scent of Nathan, musky and smelling of woods, enveloped me.
I shifted around on the bed and couldn't get comfortable. My sex throbbed like it knew there was a half-naked man in the bed next to me. Why was my body reacting like this when it had been a frigid nun all this time before?
Just had to think about something else or get up and take a cool shower. No, that would wake Nathan up and I didn't think he'd be upset with the idea of both of us taking a shower naked together. My pussy pulsed and liquid heat pooled between my legs.
Okay.I puffed out a breath.Definitely don't think about that.Several turns later and staring more at the dark ceiling, I was ready to give up and go wait in the kitchen or something. But then the thought of the wolf stopped me. Yeah, I knew Nathan said there wasn't one and certainly not in the house, but I knew what I saw. And I'd even heard its nails on the wood floor. So why was Nathan lying to me?
The wolf could be an illegal pet and Nathan didn't want anyone to know.
I clenched my fists, wishing I could scream out my frustration.
I had to stop thinking about Nathan lying beside me in this bed. But I tossed and turned, not able to get comfortable. A need pressed between my legs that I couldn’t stop.
Slowly I eased my hand down lower under the covers. My fingers stroked the outside waistband of my pajama bottoms. I eased the material down to my thighs, then slid my fingers underneath the hem of my panties. I'd only ever done this a few times before, rubbing myself so that I would be aroused for Stephen... but now... now it felt like if I didn't do it, I was going to explode. It was as if my body was someone else's, some sex addicted person's and I had to relieve some of the sexual tension within me.
When I touched myself, I imagined it was Nathan’s fingers. I went slow at first and stroked my clit from bottom to top and back again. My sex tightened and I increased the speed, spreading my legs wider. The pajama pants were hindering me, and I quickly kicked them lower.
I pretended Nathan was watching me. That he was getting as excited as I was.
A glance showed me he was still sleeping. But my hands didn’t stop rubbing my clit. I squeezed my eyes shut and made my fingers move faster.
My climax built faster than usual. Was it because I was in bed with Nathan? Or the recent memory of what Axel had done to me with his talented tongue and mouth?
I stifled a moan, unable to stop stroking myself even if I wanted to.
Warm fingers brushed down my arm and I gasped.
“Your arousal is intoxicating.” His hand moved lower down on my arm until his fingers matched over mine.
The intensity of my climax tripled. I arched my back.
“Oh God, oh God,” I yelled.
