Page 69 of Bound to the Wolf
Thirty-Two
Delainey woke to Reece trailing kisses down her neck and didn’t bother to control the throaty moan that started deep in her throat.
It felt good. Too good, really.
But at this point she was powerless to resist. It was another hour or so before she and Reece finally stumbled out of bed.
While she took a quick shower, he made her breakfast, and she tried not to think about how couple-y it was starting to feel. It had been over a week since the power outage and the decision to start sleeping together.
The visit to the warehouse and Dawson’s posturing had been a threat to their peace. It hadn’t actually disrupted their relationship, for lack of a better word.
Not that she and Reece were in a relationship.
They were two people living together and sleeping in the same bed, and having breakfast together every morning. Reece knew how she liked her coffee.
Oh god, that was boyfriend shit.
Delainey rested her head against the warm tile of the shower as water rushed over her and tried not to have a freak-out, because this sure as hell did not feel like casual sex.
She wasn’t really the type who indulged in much casual sex.
She was either a one-night-stand girl or a relationship girl, nowhere in between. She liked things properly defined, not living in the nether spaces of pretending she didn’t want what she wanted.
Oh god, she really wanted Reece still, even after all these days, even after all those orgasms.
The hunger for him had not subsided. It had to all crash down around them, eventually. This thing was doomed from the start. It wasn’t even athing. It was convenient, forced on them by their proximity and a bond neither of them wanted.
She still really didn’t want it. The top of her list of desires was breaking the tether between them, and number two was feeling Reece’s lips on her as he moved deep inside of her and she moaned out his name.
Fuck, no.
That wasn’t supposed to even be on the list.
She knew what that felt like. She had experienced it. She was supposed to be getting over it. She wasn’t Elise. She wasn’t going to fall for some fucking werewolf.
But she really liked fucking that werewolf.
Delainey got out of the shower and toweled herself off. She hesitated before going out to the living space, as if she could actually avoid Reece and he wouldn’t realize something was off with her mood.
The light on her phone was blinking with a message. Relief flashed through her when she saw it was from Aya. Maybe they had a chance of breaking this thing soon. She put on real clothes and happily took her cup of coffee from Reece when she cameout of the bedroom, flashing her phone at him with her free hand.
He was already dressed, a plain white t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, his red hair still damp and pushed back from his face, and he stood at the kitchen counter with a spatula in one hand, looking absurdly domestic for a man his size.
“Aya’s got an idea. You up for another field trip?”
He looked a bit wary, as he always did when it came to magic. Delainey wanted to ask him why.
Sure, it was normal for wolves to be wary of witches; that came with the territory, but Reece practically jumped every time she lit a candle or magically used her senses to scan the area.
The only time he hadn’t freaked out about magic was when she had informed him of the anti-STD spell she used so they didn’t need condoms. Then he had been perfectly content with the existence of magic.
But Delainey wasn’t supposed to be thinking about him in bed right now.
“What does she want?” Reece set the spatula down on the counter and leaned back against the edge, crossing his arms.
“We can go and find out,” said Delainey. “Aya doesn’t exactly waste time with long texts. And she’s not the voice note type.”
Reece still looked wary, but he nodded. They finished their breakfast, and he did not argue about her driving this time.
