“Never mind, Declan. Will you stay? I’ll wrap up in a towel or something.”
“I won’t go anywhere. How about this...” Declan nodded and unbuttoned down his red and white flannel, shouldering it off. “It isn’t too dirty if you don’t mind it smelling like me.”
“I love the way you smell,” I admitted. The flannel fit like a dress, falling almost to my knees, and I had to roll the sleeves several times to get to my hands.
When I was finished, Declan handed me a fresh towel. “I hung up your wet clothes in the shower, and this here is for your hair, if you want it. What can I do to help you? Anything else?”
I sniffed. “I need to do so many things, like wash all my clothes and pack my bag and panic, but honestly all I want to do is spoon on the bed and disappear from the world for a few precious moments.”
“That is something I can happily do for you.” Declan reached out and lifted me off my feet, setting me down on the bed and falling behind me. He was so big that it felt as if he was enveloping me completely. I curled in even closer, burrowing against him, wanting him to practically crush me under him.
“Can you breathe in there?” Declan asked into my hair.
“Yes.” I rolled over and burrowed deeper, so my face was just under his neck and his front pressed down on mine. “You feel so big and safe.” I reached under his arm and ran my fingers over his massive back. “Like a giant, sexy as hell security blanket.”
“I will be your designated security blanket whenever you need one, but, just so you know, the flannel is riding up, and your ass is bare to the world.” He tugged at the material, which I’d managed to get caught up over my waist, but there was no pulling the shirt down.
I was too snug where I was to crawl out from under Declan.
“It’s fine. At this point, pretty much every werewolf in this house has seen me naked, let alone just seeing my ass.”
“Ah. Chad and Ace might have been telling Jasper about a gasoline accident that ended up with everyone in the shower when I walked by.” Declan hummed and then pulled the comforter over us. His hand came to rest on my bare hip, and his calloused thumb tickled against my hipbone, sending tingles spreading through my whole body. “They were explaining why they ended up caught with their dicks in their hands, literally, while a werewolf was attempting to abduct you.”
“What?” I leaned back to look at Declan’s face. “What are you talking about?”
“Yeah, they were rubbing one out, well, at least Chad was. I think Ace was just taking a cold shower. He told Jasper that you were all washing the gasoline off each other when Chad said something that changed the mood and gave both the men raging hard-ons. You left and they were trying to tame their beasts when they heard you screaming. I’m thinking we’re not going to see Chad in human form for a good long time.”
“Oh, I’m not the biggest Chad fan, at least while he’s a human, but this is not his fault,” I said through a completely inappropriate chuckle. Laughter bubbled up in me, and I pressed my mouth into Declan’s bare chest to muffle it.
“Are you licking me, Cherry?” He asked as he craned his neck to look down at me. “Because, you don’t need my permission, just go on right ahead. I’ll even take my pants off if you want.”
“Oh, how generous.” I grinned up at him, and just because his lips were so close, I pressed mine to his. He opened his mouth, and sucked on my lip, sending a pulse of desire straight to my core. I licked into his mouth and tasted peppermint. When I broke off our kiss, Declan pressed his forehead to mine.
“Damn,” he said. “Your mouth tastes like cherries too. I think I might need to taste you everywhere, just to be thorough.”
Lust shot through me, pooling in my center, and when his hand slipped over my hip and rubbed my inner thigh, I parted my legs in invitation.
“Oh, Cherry,” he growled low, “Are you going to let me taste your sweet sundae?”
“No… don’t call it my sweet sundae,Declan. That’s just too much.” A nervous laugh burst from me, and I moaned. “Fuck…” I bit my lip, “I feel like I’m being so bad.”
“What, because of this?” His hand slipped down to the junction between my thighs, and he glided his fingers up and down my slit, just barely touching me. His soft caress made me feel hypersensitive and aware of every place he pressed down on me. Tingling pleasure pulsed through my core.
“This isn’t being bad at all,” he said, and then one of his thick fingers sunk into my heat. “And, this here is only a little bad.”
I gasped onto his tattooed neck and said through a moan, “Naughty is a better word.”
“Naughty, I like that. Well, this here is twice as naughty as that…” He pushed a second finger in and curled them inside me.
“Declan,” I moaned, as I reached up to run my hand over his buzzed hair.
“Now this here, this will be naughty.” His palm pressed down on my clit, and he massaged deeply, kneading me until I writhed under him. I tried to bring my hips up, but Declan’s weight pressed me down. His fingers pumped up and down while his palm rocked into me, sending intense pleasure surging up.
“Someone is coming,” Declan said in a
