Page 12 of Wolf Bonded (Rejected Moons 2)

I hesitate. There are so many questions I need answers to, and I’m sure we don’t have time for all of them right now. But maybe just one.

“Those people we fought,” I say. “You didn’t want to tell me about them while we were still outside, but we’re in a safe place now, right? Can you tell me who they were? Because it wasn’t the first time we met people like that.”

“I do want to tell you more about it,” he says. “But it’s best if we get into it tomorrow with Regine.”

“The High Sorcerer?”

“Right,” he says. “She knows more about it than anyone. She can answer all your questions.”

Which means that by this time tomorrow, I’m almost guaranteed to know a whole hell of a lot more than I do now.

“Okay,” I agree. “Until tomorrow, then.”

7

EMLYN

Themomentthebedroomdoor closes behind us, Nate has me by the arms. He backs me into the wall—not painfully, but firmly—and kisses me like he’s been dying for it.

He probably has. I know I have.

I run my hands over his shoulders and down his back, feeling the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin. It’s so satisfying. I love the way he feels. Already my arousal is growing, just because I’m touching him, just because I can smell the woodsmoke scent of him and the sun that’s been absorbed by his skin.

My body wants more, but also, it would be nice to keep kissing for hours.

I’m glad that Milo, who’s been so sour and unpleasant since we arrived, decided to crash on the couch. I’m glad Nate and I are getting this time alone.

It occurs to me that we’ve survived two near-death situations since the last time we made love, and suddenly I want him so much I can hardly breathe for it.

I tug at the hem of his shirt. He chuckles against my mouth, which sends a wave of pleasure through me that I wouldn’t have expected from something like him laughing. He removes the shirt, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head, and I seize the opportunity to lose my own shirt as well.

He grins. His gaze dips down. His hand traces the side of my body. “You are so fucking hot. Did you know that?”

“I didn’t come here for a speech.”

His eyes darken. “Fine. That’s how you want this to go?”

I’m off my feet before I can really process what’s happening, and then I’m flying through the air. I land on the mattress, bouncing slightly, but before my body can settle naturally, he’s on top of me, pressing me down into it, hands ripping my pants away as he kicks away his own.

He spreads my legs. My hips lift automatically. I’m so fucking turned on already. My body is craving friction, and he’s not giving me anything, and I’m trying to grind against thin air because right now, I would takeanything.

He presses his hands flat against my hips, holds me down. He leans over and looks me in the eye. His dark curls spill around his face, making a seductive curtain, making it feel like the two of us are alone in the world.

“Don’t move,” he says.

“Nate—”

“No. You didn’t want to talk. So don’t talk.” His hand moves inward along the curve of my thigh, andoh, yes, that’s what I needed. His thumb slowly, agonizingly, working against me. A finger inside me. Two? I can’t be sure. I just know that I feel full—his fingers are so fucking thick, I’ll never get over that—and he’s touching me, and if what he wants is for me to lie still and not speak, I’ll do that for as long as it takes.

His free hand slides behind my neck and he leans over me to kiss me again. And the way he’s holding me now—one hand between my legs, working, driving me wild, and the other right behind my neck—I am his, utterly and absolutely. There is no escape from this. I couldn’t get away if I wanted to.

And to be clear, I absolutely do not want to. I want him all night long.

I want to tell him to fuck me, but I promised not to talk, so I put it in my kiss instead. I massage his tongue with mine. I hum into his mouth—humming isn’t speaking. I bring my hands up to pull him closer.

He drives the heel of his hand into me, his fingers caressing me from the inside—

I lose track of what I’m doing. I lose track of what he asked of me. I can’t help it. It’s too much. It’s too good. My hips hitch upward and I cry out.

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