“That’s good, Cecilia,” I crooned. “Now, do you know who I am?”
“Cici,” she corrected. “Of course, I know who you are. If I hadn’t, Madison made the introduction before she left. Simon Hollister. Part of the James Pack. Did you hit your head? Are you injured?” Her hands reached out, skimming up my sides before edging in toward my chest, running up over my pecs to my shoulders then on to my neck before cupping my face. “Simon, are you okay?”
“I’m perfect, mate. Never been better.”
“Then why are you being so weird?” she asked, not even picking up on the fact I’d told her she was my mate.
I grinned then almost laughed as my smile had her tilting back in an attempt to put distance between us. Instead, I followed her until her head was against the pillow. Only I didn’t stop. I kept going until her lips were under mine, until my tongue was skimming along her plump bottom curve then darting inside on her gasp of surprise. The hands at my face slid back to grip my hair, holding me close as I devoured her.
For a small woman, my mate was endowed with very nice breasts. Not quite a handful but close. I felt them full and firm under my chest, the hard tips begging to be gripped and sucked. Soon, I promised myself. Very soon.
First, there was something else I needed to do. I’m not sure what made me think Cecilia would fight my claim. Call it instinct, but I doubted she’d go easily along with me when I told her she was mine. Mine to love. Mine to protect. Mine. The only woman I’d ever belong to. So I did the only thing I could. I broke the kiss, nuzzled my way down her neck and sucked the slight curve where neck met shoulder. She moaned, tilting her head to grant me better access. I scraped her skin with my teeth and felt the shudder roll through her.
“Do you know how much I want you, right now?” I whispered between nips and sucks at the spot where I planned to stake my claim.
“Mmm,” she moaned, seeming beyond words. That might be a good thing. “Careful, Simon. You’ll leave a hickey.”
I was going to leave much more than that.
“I don’t even know you,” she muttered, but I wasn’t concerned. She’d have the rest of our lives to learn everything about me. Still, she wasn’t pulling away.
“Simon.” She moaned my fucking name. Just the way I wanted to hear her call it when I was buried deep within her.
I scraped my teeth one last time then struck, clamping my jaw down as my teeth penetrated her skin, finding muscle and locking tight. Cecilia shuddered again and held me tightly to her. She curved her hips against my side, managing to press her sex hard against my hip. I was still sucking on her when I felt the orgasm roll through her. It almost had me following, but I held my control. When I spilled my cum, it wasn’t going to be wasted in my jeans. It’d be hugged inside her channel, with her milking every drop from me. I forced myself to release her then gently licked over the spot, sealing the wound and capturing the few escaped droplets of blood on my tongue. She was in my system now. I’d be able to find her anywhere.
She blinked those blue eyes up at me and smile again. “You’re a hell of a kisser, Simon. Potent stuff. You could make a woman lose her head.”
“What about her heart?”
She gave me another one of those considering looks as if she were trying to read what I meant by my question.
“I’m sure you’ve claimed many hearts, Simon.” She ran her fingers over the spot I’d bitten and tilted her head around as she tried to see it. “I swear it felt like you bit me, but that’s crazy.” She laughed, and I wondered how amazing her orgasm was that she’d missed my teeth sinking into her skin. “Will you call and check on Hannibal for me? I’d really like to make sure my brother’s okay.”
I’d just claimed my mate, and her thoughts were on her brother? You had to be fucking kidding me! Her attention should be firmly focused on me and only me. If she were a wolf…
I didn’t finish the thought. She wasn’t. She was human, and like it or not, I wasn’t sure how mating would work with her. The only thing I did know was that she was mine. And there wouldn’t be a damn thing her brother could do about it.
Chapter Two
~Cici~
I wasn’t sure Simon was going to walk out the door. Then Dr. Hagerty poked his head in and asked to speak with Simon in the hallway. Thank you, Doctor. I needed a minute to breathe and process.
I rubbed the spot on my neck again. What the hell had just happened? I mean, other than the blow-my-fucking-mind orgasm I’d just experienced. Which, hello! Can I get another please? I felt as if it had revved my engine, and now, I wanted more, more, more.
Exactly how fantastic is a wolf’s recovery time? Wait? I don’t think Simon actually orgasmed, which means hello happy times for me. Wait. No. No happy times, Cici. Pull yourself together!
I pivoted on the bed, biting down to keep my moan locked in, so Simon wouldn’t hear it. I knew Hannibal had ears like a bat, or a wolf, which were just as good, apparently. He could hear everything, so I assumed Simon could too.
I was a little dizzy, so a concussion wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. If I was honest, at least with myself, I most likely had one. Wolves hit like freaking freight trains, and my head had
