Page 73 of Wolfkissed
Dammit.
She reaches up, a dreamy expression in her eyes, and touches my face, caressing my cheek. “Valen…”
“What is it, Sweets?”
“How can you be so…?”
“Stupid?” I breathe. I’m so caught up in her, nothing else registers anymore. “Dim-witted?”
A smile tugs on her soft lips. “I was going to say, so full of energy after the night we spent on the hard ground. Then I remembered that?—”
“—I’m a wolf and like freezing my ass off on the cold rocks?”
“Oh.” A huff of laughter, but her hand is still pressed to my cheek. “Did you sleep at all?”
No, because I was fantasizing about tearing her clothes off. “I caught a few winks. I was keeping watch.”
“You must be exhausted.”
From wanting you. Yes. Bone-tired. Spent.“No, don’t worry about me. I’m used to catnapping during the night.”
“Although you’re a wolf, not a cat.”
“That’s correct. Wolf-napping, then.”
Her smile widens. “Do you growl in your sleep? Chase rabbits?”
Her fingers brush over my mouth, and I peel my lips back in a wolfish grin. “Rabbits? I’m not a fox, or one of those lapdogs your people pet in high society.”
“Lapdogs. I see.” Her fingers move over my teeth, as if testing me, testing my self-control and discipline. I struggle not to kiss her fingertips, suck them into my mouth, pull her closer.
“I chase much bigger prey,” I say, wading out to the shallows of the stream.
“Like humans?”
“Only if they are pretty like you.” Giving in, I close my lips around the slender digits and suck lightly. “Princess.”
She gasps and snatches her hand away, but the flush on her cheeks isn’t all fear. “Why did you do that?”
I stop on the other bank. “Because I want to eat you whole. Lick, suck, and bite every part of you. Don’t you feel it? Don’t you know how you affect me?”
The way her pupils dilate tells me she does. She’s much more innocent in the ways of men than any girl I’ve lain with. I don’tnormally go for clueless virgins, but this girl… she’s changing everything.
“Valen,” she whispers.
And the fucking wildcat comes out of nowhere, leaping on us.
Fuck.
I’m half-shifting before I even release Rosie, and I manage not to throw her away as I spin, the cat’s claws raking across my arm and shoulder, leaving lines of fire behind.
Gritting my teeth, I put her down and, as the cat slams into me, I shove her away.
Then I go down, face-first into the dirt, about two hundred pounds of hungry male cat on top of me, trying to bite my head off.
Fuck, I got distracted again, too damn distracted. Yet, I won’t regret wanting her, needing her touch. In fact, I’m fucking pissed with the damn cat for interrupting us.
I’ve completely lost my ever-loving mind.
