Page 71 of Enemy Wolf

Shiloh

A thrilling shiver rolled down my spine at Orson’s words. Every instinct within me shouted, Yes! Mark me, claim me. I felt no doubt or hesitation that he was for me. I wanted to wear his claiming bite proudly and mark him as mine in return.

My only hesitation was when it came to his well being.

“Are you sure you’re feeling up to it?” I gave a slight nip to his earlobe. “Maybe you should rest for another day or so.”

“I’ve rested long enough, and I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” His hands smoothed down from my waist to cup my ass. “I need to claim you as mine more than I need to breathe.”

Well, if that didn’t make me swoon. “I just don’t want to worsen your injury.”

“Seriously, I feel great. Call the healers in to check me over if you want, but they’re going to get eyeful of what’s happening under this sheet.”

Oh hell no. Not a soul outside of this room was going to see my man naked. I made a growling sound deep in my throat, even though it wasn’t a natural impulse.

The sound had the intended effect though, and Orson laughed with a pleased rumble. “You’re sexy when you’re possessive, my sweet witch.”

“I’ll make you a deal.” Looping my arms around his neck, I leaned back and made a slight roll of my hips over his length.

“Mm, I love making deals with you.” His teeth sank into his lip, eyes lighting up.

“We’ll do this now—”

“I like where this is going so far.”

“—as long as you don’t react with any pain or discomfort. The instant I see a wince or a grimace from you, we’re stopping and I’m getting a healer in here. And do not take this as a challenge to mask your pain, Orson. I seriously don’t want to hurt you.”

His wolfish grin faded away as he brought one of my hands to his lips and placed a kiss on my knuckles. “You have my word, Shiloh. If I feel even a twinge of pain, we can stop.” He turned my hand and kissed my palm, his lips lingering before speaking again. “And I’m kind of stunned that you care about me so much.”

The words hit me with a deep ache, and I brought that palm to Orson’s cheek. “Of course I care about you. You’re my mate, and it’s my job to look out for you.” My thumb traced his mouth, my gaze fixated on those lips. “Because I love you, Orson.”

He inhaled so sharply, I at first thought it was a hiss of pain. Then his mouth formed a smile warm enough to melt polar ice caps. “I think I’ve loved you since you first came out of that back room, swinging a bat at me.”

“Okay, let’s get one thing straight.” My smile pressed to his. “I never actually swung the bat at you.”

“You held it very menacingly.”

“Were you afraid for your life?”

“Terrified.”

The next thing I knew, the room spun and I was flat on my back with Orson’s grinning face hovering above mine.

“See?” He pulled away the blanket that had been pinned between us from the movement. “Right as rain.”

I looked down and...yeah, right was an appropriate word. He’d been naked under the sheets and looked perfectly well from the waist down. Not to mention happy to see me.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and squeezed my grip as I stroked upward. The resulting moan was toe-curling music to my ears.

“What’s that?” I nipped his earlobe again, spreading a bead of precum around his head with my thumb. “Are you in pain, my love?”

“No, don’t...don’t even play like that.” Orson laughed roughly. “You feel so good, I never want you to stop.”

“Stop what, this?” I stroked him from head to base and back up again. By my next downward pass, he was thrusting through my fist.

“Yes, that,” he groaned before catching my wrist, halting my movement. “But I need you to stop so I can last while I’m inside you.”

“Ruining my fun already?” I teased with a fake pout.

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