Page 64 of Bound to the Wolf
Inside him his wolf growled, and Reece told him to shut it, because they were going to break this bond. They were going to be free of each other, and he feared Delainey would run from him as far and fast as she could.
“So you’ve been thinking,” he prompted, shifting onto his back so he was staring at the ceiling instead of at her, because looking at her made it harder to keep his voice even.
“We’re pretty good at this,” she said. Her fingers brushed over the pulse point on his wrist.
“That’s one way to put it,” he agreed, turning his head on the pillow to look at her again. His cock twitched, and his lips tingled with the desire to kiss her good morning. He hadn’t tasted her in the sunlight yet, and he wanted to.
“We’re better at this than we have any right to be,” Delainey continued.
“Okay.” Reece wasn’t exactly sure where she was going with this, but she hadn’t kicked him out of bed yet.
It was in his best interest to let her keep talking.
“And Nico doesn’t really have any good streaming channels on his TV, right?”
Reece had been watching a cable channel airing reruns of a show from fifteen years ago. He really didn’t want to be thinking about Nico while in bed, albeit technically Nico’s bed, with Delainey. Her excuse was weak, he conceded, but where was she going with this? He thought he had an idea, but he was almost afraid to hope.
“And we have no idea how long we’re going to be stuck like this.” Her voice picked up speed as she barreled through what she was planning to say. “So what if we just kept doing this? Clearly we want each other. That way, when this stupid tetherthing is broken, we can walk away with all of this tension out of our systems.”
He was never going to get her out of his system.
He knew it deep in his soul. His wolf was sure of it and was trying to chant a word that Reece had to ignore. But he did want to keep having sex with her, and if this was the excuse she needed?—
“I’ve heard of worse ideas,” he lied.
Delainey grinned up at him and kissed him, and it was a long while before they got out of bed.
Chapter
Thirty-One
Sex with Reece was really freaking awesome.
Delainey almost hated to admit it, and she wasn’t sure she should feel bad about the fact that she and Reece had inaugurated just about every surface in the cottage with their newfound exercise. What Nico didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
Still, she was going a bit stir-crazy. She and Reece were getting along well. Better than well, if she was honest.
Crazy good, really. Scary good.
Probably just because of the hormones. But there had been no progress on breaking the tether in the last several days. Every call Delainey had made to the coven, and one slightly disastrous visit, had ended with no breakthroughs.
She was starting to fear they might be bound together permanently, and a small part of her wondered if it would be so bad to be stuck with Reece.
She told that part of herself to shut the fuck up.
Even if she didn’t hate the grumpy werewolf, even if — fine, she admitted to herself — she maybe sort of liked him a little bit, in a totally physical “just for the sex” kind of way, it didn’t mean she wanted to be stuck within thirty feet of him for the rest of herlife. Thirty feet had seemed like a godsend after the manacles, but now, after nearly two weeks, it was another cage.
Delainey was sitting on a stool at the kitchen bar when Reece handed her a bowl of oatmeal prepared exactly the way she liked it, with cinnamon, brown sugar, and blueberries. She hadn’t ever had to tell him. He observed, and then one day he made her breakfast. She was a simple girl. She wasn’t going to complain about that.
But Reece noticed things. It was a little disturbing to know that he noticed her.
He was in his usual gray sweats and a worn black t-shirt stretched tight across his shoulders, barefoot on the cottage’s wood floor, his red hair damp from a shower and pushed back from his face.
“Has Cole heard anything back from Dawson yet?” she asked between almost-too-hot bites, blowing across the next spoonful before putting it in her mouth.
Reece was eating his own oatmeal. He grabbed her half-empty cup of coffee, refilled it from the pot with a bit of cream, and handed it back.
Okay, a girl could get used to this.
