Page 35 of Bound to the Wolf
She had to redirect from her little side trip or risk telling the sob story about how she almost burned down the kitchen in eighth grade.
“How did you feel after?” she asked.
“Things changed,” he said. His thumb moved in slow, absent circles on her upper arm as he spoke, his gaze still on the fire. “I knew I had to get out of the pack, find someplace new. I moved here for the university and found Cole not long after, and he didn’t ask many questions.”
“And it’s better here?” she asked.
She felt him shrug. “There are still fights sometimes, dominance challenges, but none of the bullshit. Cole doesn’t put up with it.”
“That’s good.”
He reached across with his other hand, and their fingers tangled together. Delainey traced her thumb over the back of hispalm. She didn’t decide to do it, her fingers moved of their own volition over the muscle and warm skin, the bit of hair there. Reece didn’t tell her to stop, so she didn’t.
The arm around her shoulder tightened, the fingers of that hand making circles on the outside of her arm. Then his fingers trailed down, and he lowered his arm, rubbing his hand over her back.
This wasnotwhat they were supposed to be doing. This was not about staying warm.
She needed to pull away and let herself shiver in the chill. She needed to push him away and pretend they could separate more than six feet. She should make him sleep on the other side of a tree.
But a needy sound escaped her mouth, and before she could make another one, Reece covered her lips with his own. Delainey let herself surrender to the kiss.
Chapter
Fifteen
The taste of Delainey flooded Reece’s mouth as his tongue swept in and danced against hers. His wolf was demanding he take her now, lay her down on the log, rip her clothes off, bury himself inside her, and never be parted from her.
Every instinct was roaring.
His blood was on fire. His wolf had never wanted anything so badly, and neither had Reece the man.
He didn’t open up about his past. He didn’t tell people the sob story that was his life, even leaving out certain parts. But he had seen the way Delainey trembled and tried to hide it. He had figured out what must have been bothering her, and the words had been torn out of him as if by a third party, and he was helpless to keep from confessing all.
Heat pulled low in his gut and his cock throbbed. His wolf was present, pushing against him, pressing hard, a physical weight behind his ribs demanding he close the distance between them even more than he already had.
Delainey dug her hands in his hair, something inside her riding her just as high. She straddled his legs, and he nearlypitched back off the log before slightly adjusting to give himself some semblance of balance.
Her knees pressed tight against the outside of his thighs, the denim of her jeans rough against his, and the log creaked under their combined shifting weight.
It was an intense kiss. Emotional, far more than he would have ever expected from Delainey, from the one taste of her he had stolen. He could get lost in this forever, surrender himself to it, and be happy.
Yes. Yes,his wolf urged.Mine.
But she wasn’t his.
She was a witch. The last thing he could do was… well, anything with her. Every rational thought told him to stop. But rationality was quickly fleeing. They could die in these woods. There were rogues after them. They were bound together. He had no idea where they were or how close they were to a road.
If he was going to die, he needed this taste of her. Needed the memory of her on his lips, if that was all they would ever have.
The fire beside them had burned down to a low bed of orange coals that threw just enough light to catch the edges of Delainey’s face, the line of her jaw, the curve of her lower lip where his teeth had been a moment ago.
There was something soft about it, even as it was intense.
Delainey explored him just as much as he explored her. His hand trailed up her jaw and the back of her neck, teasing the curls of her hair. She kept making tiny noises that were driving him wild as she trembled in his arms.
If he didn’t take her, he might die.
But he couldn’t, he knew. Not right now, not with danger so close, they couldn’t afford to get lost in this.
