Page 36 of Bound to the Wolf
“Please,” Delainey begged against him.
He didn’t know if she knew what she was asking for. He wasn’t sure he knew either, but he had to give her something. Hewanted to taste more than just her mouth, but it was too much of a risk for either of them to get undressed when they might need to run at a moment’s notice.
His hand trailed down and teased the button of her pants. Delainey gasped against him but didn’t tell him to stop. He was pretty sure he heard a gasped-out yes.
She jerked her head up and down as he carefully pulled down the zipper, fumbling a bit because his wolf was riding him high and fine motor skills were not easy when he was forcing most of his concentration into not growing claws. He wouldn’t risk them for this. His fingertips were blunt and human when he checked, with no hint of the curved points that had been threatening to emerge all day. The brass cuff caught on the waistband of her jeans as he worked his hand past it.
His hand delved into her pants, and he found her hot and wet. Reece groaned.
Oh, this was worse, so much worse.
He could smell her arousal. Delainey didn’t just let him touch her. She rode his hand, grasping his shoulders tightly as she told him exactly how she liked it. When to give her more, when to back away. Her nails bit into the muscle of his shoulders through the torn fabric of his shirt, ten points of sharp pressure that he felt all the way down to his spine.
Their eyes met.
He knew his were still glowing yellow, but that didn’t seem to scare her away. The bond from the manacles was nothing compared to the intensity between them as they looked at one another. This close, he could see the ring of darker color around her pupils and the individual lashes framing them. She didn’t break his gaze until she finally tipped her head back and let out a soft gasp, her body quivering around his fingers. She came making a sound that wrecked him.
It wasn’t his name.
He desperately wanted to hear his name on her lips. But there were no words. She gasped, her breath hitched, and with every small noise his wolf nearly purred in satisfaction as if he were a damned cat.
Her body went limp against his chest. He carefully pulled his hand free, met her eyes, and licked his fingers clean, groaning at the taste of her, wishing he could bury his face between her thighs.
But not here. Not with danger at their backs.
If he ever got the chance to do this properly, and having had a taste of her, it was now his life’s only goal to ensure he did, he wanted time. He wanted all of her.
Forever, his wolf added, and Reece was too wrecked with want to squash the thought.
Delainey’s chest was heaving, her eyes wide as she looked at him. She traced her fingers down his shirt, more than ready to return the favor.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes soft and half-lidded. The softness in her gaze was something he had never seen before.
He wanted it again. He hadn’t known she could be this open with him, and it hit him hard. Her lips were swollen and darker than their usual color, and her headband was long gone, lost somewhere in the leaves, leaving her curls loose and wild around her face.
Then she yawned and her eyes blinked shut. “Give me a minute,” she murmured, the words all mumbled together.
His cock was an insistent press between them, but he said, “It’s all right,” and clutched her close. He shifted her weight against him so her head settled into the hollow between his shoulder and his collarbone, her temple resting against the bare skin where his shirt had torn open.
As she surrendered to sleep, she was warm against him. She trusted him enough to fall asleep in his arms, and his wolf settled, something achingly soft and satisfied deep within him.
He scooted them off the log until they could lie on the hard ground. The packed earth was cold through his jeans and the thin fabric of his shirt, and a root dug into the space between his shoulder blades, but Delainey was draped half across his chest, one of her legs slotted between his, and the discomfort didn’t register as anything worth caring about.
It was a long time before he fell asleep.
Chapter
Sixteen
Delainey woke up in Reece’s arms. Again. This was becoming a pattern, and she didn’t care for it. She couldn’t come to rely on it.
His arm was heavy around her waist. She was warm and comfortable, and that was the problem. His chest was a solid wall behind her, and she wished she had woken confused, unsure whose arms she was in or why she shouldn’t be enjoying this. Her body fit against him, and even against the hard dirt of the forest it felt annoyingly right.
She wanted to drift back to sleep, pretend this waking hadn’t happened, just enjoy the feeling of this man.
This man that she had let shove his hand down her pants and get her off.
And she had fucking loved it.
