Page 9 of His Rescued Mate

AN UNEXPECTED DISCOVERY

Once inside the cabin, Max left her, saying he needed to head back down to the fire pit to ensure the fire was completely out. As she watched him stride away, Alexa couldn’t help but stare. He was one of those guys with brawny shoulders, a back she knew was muscular from seeing him without a shirt, and one of the best butts she’d ever seen in her life. There was a power, control, and elegance to Max that she wondered if he even knew he possessed.

At first, when she would stand in the shower, she would turn it to cold to try and rattle her body into tamping down the arousal she always felt when they walked into the cabin together. She so wanted him to take her by the hand and lead her to his room instead of hers. She’d begun to think that would never happen, but now she believed it might. It felt as if they were inevitable. She only needed to bide her time and wait for him.

Moving under the rainfall shower head, she leaned her head back and let the hot water cascade down around her, hitting her shoulders, breasts, and the rest of her body, warming it in a way that she knew would relax her and allow her to sleep. Her skin tingled and her nipples tightened into beaded points.

Alexa brought her hands up to cup her breasts, closing her eyes and imagining they were his. Max’s hands were a thing of beauty—they were big and strong with long sensitive fingers. They were callused from the life he chose to live and yet sensitive, artistic. Every time he took her hand in his, it felt so right. The way he was able to help her up and over something or steady her on the rocky terrain felt as if they’d always been together—maybe not in this lifetime, but in another.

She flicked her nipples before pinching and tugging at them. It was easy to fantasize that he would massage one breast while holding the other so he could take it in his mouth, suckling it gently at first and then with more vigor before switching breasts.

Leaning back against the tile wall of the shower, she pretended Max was pressing her up against it, his tall powerful body looming over hers as he nudged his knee between her thighs, forcing them apart before running his hand down her flank. He would slip his hand between their bodies, circling her clit with his fingers before treating it to the same ministration he’d given her nipples.

Alexa’s hips began to undulate as she imagined Max’s hand reaching for her pussy, playing with it, getting her so aroused that it would take nothing for him to make her come. His hand would move back to her clit. She sighed and gave herself over to the fantasy, arching into her hand, pretending it was his.

In her fantasy, he began rubbing her clit with his thumb as he reached up into her pussy with his fingers, stroking her faster and harder. His hand could come back to one breast while he leaned down to suck her nipple back into his mouth. She increased the pressure and speed of his imaginary hands. When she felt herself nearing the edge, she pinched her nipple and pressed down hard on her clit. The orgasm surged through her system, making her tremble from its power.

Alexa caught her breath and then quickly washed her body with the handmade soap and large sea sponge. Once she was clean, she stepped out of the shower and dried her body with a large soft towel. She thought about pulling on her sleep shirt, but tonight she wanted to feel the soft microfiber sheets against her skin. Her climax had left her skin overly sensitized, and she wanted to luxuriate in the ultra-soft, warm bedding.

She closed her eyes and was asleep in the space of a heartbeat, already hearing the lone cry of the wolf both in her dreams and from the wilderness. It was different than when they heard the songs of the wolves that lived in a pack. At first the one wolf had sounded bereft as if he would never know any happiness, but that had begun to change. Just as she drifted off, she could hear the sound of another wolf, harmonizing with the first.

The following morning, Alexa woke early, the first light of dawn filtering through the cabin's windows. She stretched and got dressed, eager to spend another day with Max. Another day getting to know the man, the artist, the enigma and the wilderness that seemed to be so much a part of him. As usual, he was in the kitchen, cooking something that smelled amazing.

“I know you like to keep it low on the carbs, but today we’re going to pack a lunch. There’s a place I’ve been wanting to show you.”

She sat down at the counter. “So, what are you tempting me with today? Whatever it is, it smells delicious.”

“It’s a multi-grain waffle to which I’ve added some nuts and finely chopped bacon. You’ll also find little drops of syrup baked into it. I like to drizzle melted butter on mine. When you bite down, the maple bubbles will burst in your mouth and mix with the pecans and bacon.”

“Do you always cook for yourself like this?”

“No. It’s not as much fun to do for myself. Normally, I make enough crockpot oatmeal with dried fruit for the week. I store it in serving size containers. That way, I can just zap it in the microwave, add a bit of butter and vanilla Greek yogurt, and I’m off and running.”

“That sounds good, too.”

He handed her a waffle. Following his instructions, she drizzled butter over it and then put a forkful in her mouth. The man was as good as his word. There were little dollops of maple syrup cooked right in and when you bit down, they delivered up the most amazing flavor.

“How do you get them to do that?” she asked.

“I have a little mold. I freeze them overnight. The waffle iron unfreezes them, but not to the point where they become liquid until the heat of your mouth and your teeth break them open.”

“You ought to patent that trick. I’m usually not a waffle person, but these are so light and crispy and flavorful. I could easily see myself craving them. I’d have to do a lot more hiking to work them off.”

“I don’t know. I can think of several other ways to work off some extra calories.”

Was he flirting with me?

“You may have to tell me more about that,” she returned.

“Careful what you wish for, Alexa. I can be a real possessive, territorial sonofabitch.”

He seemed to be waiting for her response.

“As long as you aren’t jealous, I think I might like that, especially if it comes with these waffles.”

Max stepped back and looked at her for the longest time. “Finish up your breakfast and put on your hiking boots. I’m going to pack the food and prepare the backpack. We can head out when you’re ready.”

Alexa finished her food and then went back to her room to put on her socks and hiking boots. When she returned, Max had moved out onto the front porch. As she stepped outside, she found Max preparing their gear for a hike.

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