Page 23 of Enemy Wolf

This was such fucking torture.

More howling came, this time sounding like it was just outside my window. As if the sound commanded me, my hips raised off the bed. My spine created a deep arch and my ass lifted higher as if in offering.

Presenting.

A scratching came to my door as I tried to make sense of what my body was doing, the tiny rational part of me wondering why I was responding in such a way to a wolf’s howl. I was no wolf.

“Not a good time!” I called when the scratching came again. The sound felt like nails across my skin, teeth scraping my neck…

“Shiloh,” called a rough, guttural voice through the door. “It’s Orson. Let me in.”

Yes! My body seemed to cry with relief, my back arching deeper. Let him in. Inside. Deep, deep inside.

“No, don’t come in!” Oh fuck yes, cum in…

“Shiloh. Something’s happening.” Orson sounded more man than beast with each syllable, though his voice was still strained. “I don’t think I can leave, even if I tried.”

“You have to!” Have to cum inside, so deep inside… “I’m not…this isn’t good!”

“I can smell you from a mile away,” he said with a throaty groan.

“I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be. Your scent is incredible.” His voice softened but remained just as rough. “Like orange and cinnamon. I want it in my nose constantly.”

Then come here and get a taste. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I bit them back. “It’s just the moon doing this to us,” I said instead. “It’ll pass. We just have to get through the night.”

Only silence came from the other side of the door for so long, I thought Orson had left. His next words were so quiet that I could barely hear him through the muffled wood. “Or you could let me ease you.”

Heat rushed through my body, lighting up all my sensitive points with an ache that begged for relief. I couldn’t take another hour of this, let alone last until morning. I needed release, and on some primal, instinctual level, I knew he was the only one who could give it to me.

But we wouldn’t have to go all the way, right? Despite my body responding to his howl with a face down, ass-up position, I did not want to be fucked by a werewolf I barely knew or even liked. I needed release. From him. That was all.

“Shiloh.” I hated how erotic my name sounded on his lips. “You’re suffering. I can sense it. I don’t know why this is happening but…I can take care of you. However you’d like.”

His words seemed to soothe the aches wracking through me, and I grasped enough rational thought to roll over and cover myself with a sheet. I felt completely naked even though I still had clothes on.

“If I let you in…” I had to pause and bite my lip while my legs scissored with need. “Can you control yourself? I…I want us to talk and, I dunno, set some boundaries.”

“I agree, we need to lay it out first.” A muffled groan floated through the wood before he went on. “I’ll control myself. You have my word. I just…you know, I just ran with the pack, and I left my clothes at the lodge…”

Sweet moon. There was a buck-ass naked werewolf on my doorstep.

And if the moon’s magic was affecting him at all like it was me, he had to be sporting one hell of an erection.

Did I really want to do this? Let him into my home? Let him ease me, as he said?

Being rational was an effort in futility. No thought of Orson’s personality came to mind. Only the richness of his voice, the width of his shoulders and contours of his arms. His lips and his eyes.

When it came to pure physical relief, I could certainly do worse.

“Shiloh?”

Fuck me, I almost wanted to keep quiet just to hear him say my name again.

“There’s a blanket folded up on the armchair next to the door,” I said. “You can cover up with that while we talk.”

“Okay. So do I have your permission to come in?”

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