Page 65 of Unforgivable

I have to bite my tongue to keep from blurting out my love for Lyri. Fuck, I need to collect myself, and fast.

Despite that fear of rejection, I reach my arms out for my tired female. I don't know if Rhet sees something in my eyes, or he thinks I'm going to take care of Lyri as my 'patient,' but he hands her over without protest.

"Let's go for a ride on Demon, hmm?" I ask her. I press my mouth to her ear and inhale her sweet scent. My wolf licks his maw, on-board with the plan.

"You need anything?" Rhet asks.

"I'll grab some food for you guys," Ezra says, subdued.

"Just get some blankets?" I ask Rhet. "Thanks, Ez."

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Lyri

I just doze in his arms. Liar, my Bear is a liar. He's holding me sidesaddle after making me ride behind him all week. Gosh, it feels like riding on a cloud, being carried in his arms. Or, maybe I just think that way because my body is so worn out. We ran and ran, today, the males keeping up a remorseless pace. Just what my she-wolf needed to wipe away the rage and confusion at that mountain male.

The sunlight warms my face even though the air is still chilly. This time of year, the temperature rises and falls, rises and falls, but today has been a beautiful one. Too lovely to be spoiled by severed heads being buried in the garden.

I smile. Maybe I should have asked Rhet to keep the heads as fertilizer. I wonder where Thjis buried them. Is there a stockpile of animal carcasses somewhere? Did he just toss the heads in there with Rocky's bones?

I feel bad for those males; even with what they did to me, I feel sad that they are nothing but rotting corpses now. All because I chased a male too far.

"Lyri, baby, wake up," Thjis' deep voice slowly pulls me to wakefulness.

"Hey, you," I smile up at him. My nose twitches. A wonderful smell of roast beef and tomato greets my nose.

"Hi," he kisses my forehead. "Ez made us some sandwiches." He holds up one for me to bite into. I chew, just admiring the dark-eyed male while I eat.

"It's good," I say.

Thjis nods, giving me another bite. "Are you hurting anywhere, baby?"

I shake my head. I'm sore, and my legs and arms feel like jelly, but nothing hurts.

He smiles, "you have a strong little she-wolf, there, baby."

I pout. "She's not little."

He snorts, disbelieving. "She's a shrimp like you."

I smack his chest, half-heartedly. "She's normal for a female. You're just huge. Everything looks smaller to a grizzly." I laugh at his look of consternation.

His lips cover mine, swallowing my laughter and stealing my breath away. I'm still hungry, but such a talented tongue can't go to waste. I writhe on the blanket that he places under me, staring at the dappled sunlight streaming through the barren tree branches. There is something poignant about being with Thjis, so intimate, in the same forests that saw my downfall.

He sits us up and arranges me so that I am straddling him, face-to-face. Dark eyes stare into mine, searching, but he'll find nothing but acceptance. My Bear takes care of me, and I trust him implicitly with my body.

My breath hitches as I slide onto him. It feels so similar to Ezra but so different at the same time. I don't have control, despite technically being on top. Thjis' warmth is enveloping me, his arms wrapped around me tight. He winds the extra blanket around us, cocooning us inside, making me feel protected and safe.

"Tell me how it feels, baby. How does my cock feel?" His breath flirts over my face, our noses bumping gently. I feel his hands skim up my sides, cupping my breasts, his thumbs flickering over my sensitive nipples.

I blush, biting my lip. He growls and nips at my mouth with his teeth. "You drive me insane, you gorgeous fucking female. So fucking sexy."

I moan, moving my hips on him. He fills me up, but my hips aren't hitting his. I can tell there's more to him, more to Thjis, but, frustratingly, he keeps it away from me.

I growl, "deeper!" I try to slide down, his big hands catching my hips.

"So eager, baby," he murmurs. "You'll work up to taking all of me, beautiful. Not today. Fuck me," he works his hips, sweat sheening on his brow, "not fucking today, Lyri-baby. Is your pussy magic? For fuck's sake!" He groans, eyelashes flickering.

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