“Drink.” The Wolf held something cool to my lips.
I drank greedily; my eyes popping open to look at him gratefully as I gulped. The Wolf brushed back the tangled hair from my face; a tender expression on his. I got lost in that tenderness and the gentle feel of his hand. I brushed away the glass. He set it aside absently. The energy between us was transforming again; sending his hand down, down, down. His fingers teased my sex. His lips teased my own. Groans rose between us as I sucked on the tip of his tongue. My legs spread wide. The Wolf growled again; that deep, utterly sexual baritone that came from his chest but sounded as if it rose from even lower. It undid me every time. Just listening to him growl drenched me.
“No,” the Wolf groaned as he pulled away. “You need to eat, Mate. Open your mouth.”
He held something to my lips. I stared at him with half-lidded eyes; wanting so much more than the fruit he offered me. I wanted meat and blood and honey. I wanted to consume him as he consumed me. He saw it in my eyes and shivered; his honey gaze going molten. Boiling sugar; deadly and sweet.
“Eat,” he commanded as he put a bowl in my hands. “And I will as well.”
The Wolf spread my legs and feasted. It was enough to get me through my own meal. I carefully put each piece of fruit in my mouth as he used his mouth on me. I watched him hungrily, despite the fact that he was seeing to all of my hungers at once. I couldn't get enough of him; I would never be satisfied. It took all of my will to hold that bowl instead of tossing it aside and straddling him.
The Wolf's powerful shoulders spread my thighs. His dark, tousled hair tickled me. His head moved purposefully. He angled his eyes up to me and watched me back; making sure I finished every last piece. And then he pounced.
Heaven was mine again. My Wolf was a part of me; sliding and grinding us toward the delicious ecstasy we couldn't get enough of. And after we reached that satisfaction, he carried me to a bath of hot water and slick soap. He washed my hair tenderly and my body not so tenderly. Tongues tangled. Water spilled. Hips slammed together. Those eyes. Those arms. Those hands. Those teeth. I couldn't stop looking, loving, and longing for more.
“Say it again.”
“I'm yours,” I whispered. “You're mine. That's all that matters.”
A throat cleared from the other room. “Brother?”
The Wolf snarled; his face instantly feral. Teeth bared, muscles strained, and the cock inside me surged deeper. I clung to him. Was someone here to take him from me? No; he wouldn't let them. My Wolf would kill anyone who dared, and I would help him.
“Get out!” The Wolf shouted.
“Trevor,” the voice was calm, “it's your brother, Ty. I'm outside the bedroom. I can't see your mate. I'm not here to take her from you.”
The Wolf calmed. “What do you want?”
“It's been four days, Brother,” Ty said. “There's shit going down. Bad shit. The two of you are needed. Your family is at the Hall. Some of them never leave, Bro. Dad is getting worried. He sent me out to talk to you.”
“Go back,” the Wolf said. “Tell them that she's mine. Tell them I'll bring her back when I'm fucking ready!”
“All right, all right,” Ty said placatingly. “I'll tell them. But Dad's not going to like this.”
“Get the fuck out!”
The voice was gone. The Wolf started thrusting again; furious slams that sent water in my face. I didn't care. I closed my eyes and held on. I knew he'd protect us. That's what he did. My beautiful Wolf. My lover. My mate. My world. Nothing would come between us.
Until the next day.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Sunlight on silky, maple skin. I ran my hand over the dips and rises of the Wolf's body. Our legs were entwined; his hands on my face and back. We stared at each other like there was nothing else meaningful to look at. We were sated—for now—and enjoying a rare moment of languidness. It had become so that every rub of my skin against his—a sliding leg, a questing hand, a licking tongue—brought me sublime pleasure. I could come with the simplest of touches.
I think I would do just that. Who needs languor?
A knock startled us. The Wolf grabbed me and rolled me gracefully behind him. He crouched before me on the bed; ready to pounce. His teeth were bared, his hands shifted into claws, and his gaze was set on the open, bedroom door. My heart pounded with fright... but I still craved him. He'd take care of this, and I would take care of him.
I rose to my knees behind him, leaned against his back, and rubbed myself wantonly over the Wolf; kissing his shoulders and nibbling on his neck. I could feel the presence of several people in the hallway, but I didn't care. My hands slid around my wolf's waist, and I started rubbing his sex. He was hard as marble, despite the nearby threat.
“What the fuck?” A horrified voice asked.
“Stay back,” another voice commanded; this one was deeper and dangerous. “I said you could come only if you let me handle it.”
“We know,” another voice said evenly. “Azrael was just surprised by the state of them. Go ahead; we'll stay out of it.”
The Wolf growled.
“Don't you growl at me, Pup!” The voice snapped.
I lifted my head. Honey eyes like my wolf's stared back at me. They widened in surprise. I kept rubbing myself against my mate and my hands over his sex. The Wolf pushed leaned back
