I made good time before I needed to stop and take something for my head. Surprisingly enough, I wasn’t hurting. It made me wonder if there was magic in the bite Simon had given me. I mean, Hannibal had never been sick, and the few times I’d seen him injured, he’d always healed super quickly. Like in hours instead of days.
I had to admit the thought of getting some of the wolfy superpowers through Simon’s bite was exciting. Maybe, I could be a superhero. Wait! Would I be able to shift into a wolf? Like a were-wolf? I was realizing there was so much about Hannibal and his mom that I didn’t know. Thanks to Simon and his bitey tendencies, I was going to have to get a crash course. Fast.
Which brought me back to the main thing that kept circling in my head. What did I really know about Simon? Nothing. He was part of the James Pack. An important part if he had direct access to the alpha, Bastion James. Hell…James. Belinda James. Hannibal was mated to the alpha’s sister. Simon was in love with the alpha’s sister. How would Bastion react to my brother being Belinda’s mate?
Speaking of my brother, he called as I pulled into a rest stop. I wasn’t up to speaking to him just yet, so I texted that I was driving. This led to a ten-minute text war where I had to reassure him I wasn’t actually driving while I texted. My brother could fight it all he wanted, but the big guy loved me. The texts were case in point. I headed toward the vending machines, stocking up on candy, chips, pop, and a bottle of cold water. I was one for driving as much as possible. A truck was leaving the lot as I headed back toward the Jeep.
There was no holding back my shriek of surprise when a large figure stepped in front of me. I reacted, dropping my haul at my feet as I automatically went on the attack. I was small but quick, and hopefully, I had the element of surprise. I mean whoever it was wouldn’t expect me to attack. Right? Wrong. Far too quickly, I found myself on my back with one massively pissed off wolf between my thighs.
“Simon?”
“You ran from me.” The words were low, guttural, and sent a chill down my spine. Not of fear. No. A chill that had my panties dampening as my channel clenched with wanton need.
“Do not make me orgasm again.” Holy shit! Had I really said that aloud? Kill me now!
The cocky bastard settled his weight over me, letting me feel the bulge of his cock right where my inner slut wanted it most. Any second, I was going to be mewling and rubbing against him like a bitch in heat. I ordered myself to get it together. I seemed to be doing that a lot around Simon.
“Stop.” My voice was weak, needy, and I sucked in a breath as I fought the desire growing within me. “Get off me, Simon.”
“No.”
Short, sweet, and to the point. And not what I wanted to hear.
“You can’t just say no. That’s not how this works. If I say stop, you stop. If I say move, you move.”
“No,” Simon repeated. “Not when I can smell how hot and wet you are for me. I can feel your body softening beneath me, ready to take me inside. You want me, Cecilia. There’s no need to say no.” His fingers caressed the spot where he’d bitten me. “You already belong to me.”
“Careful, Simon. You’re sounding a little caveman there. I don’t belong to anyone, and—”
“You belong to me.” He growled with each word, leaning closer until his mouth was pressed to mine. He nipped my bottom lip then dove inside on my gasp. We were going to have words about those teeth of his. Later. Much later.
I wrapped my hands around his neck, threading my fingers through his thick hair. God, Simon was beautiful. All that…gold. Golden brown hair. Golden tanned skin. And when he looked at me, his eyes were a shade of brown so light they appeared gold at times, too. What was I doing?
I broke the kiss and pushed at his shoulders until he took pity and allowed a few inches between us.
“What are we doing here?”
“Not enough,” he assured me.
“Do you really want to fuck on the pavement beside my Jeep at a roadside park?”
That got him moving. It also wiped the lust off his face and replaced it with one of utter disgust. He was on his feet and pulling me to him almost as quickly as I’d found myself on my back. He brushed his hands over my back and ass, giving my derriere a nice squeeze before guiding me to the passenger side of my car. I was seated with him behind the wheel before I could speak. I glanced toward the back seat where he’d tossed a bag. Why did he have a bag with him?
“What are you doing?”
“Heading home.”
“No,” I snapped, borrowing his favorite word from earlier. “I’m going home. To my home.”
“Your home is with me now. You belong to me.”
“I think you mean with you,” I corrected then shook my head. “Which is beside the point. I’m not going with you, Simon.”
He gave me a pointed look. “We need to talk, Cecilia.”
“Cici,” I corrected, realizing that I hadn’t the last time he’d said it. Of course, I hadn’t been expecting him. “And it’s a little late for that, isn’t it? Besides, I already know what I need to.”
That he was in love with
