Page 63 of Sold Wolf Slave

I pushed myself up from my reclining position on the couch and moved to stare out the large floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out on the forest below. Autumn leaves created a blanket of reds, yellows, and oranges. It was stunning.

Will’s house was perfect, almost exactly the kind of house I had always dreamed of living in as a kid. A large wooden house in the middle of the woods on the side of a mountain. It had a spacious kitchen, comfortable rooms.

And most importantly, it gave me the freedom to leave whenever the hell I wanted.

Unconsciously, I rubbed my bare wrists as I stared out the windows. The witch Declan and the Gold Wolves had found to take care of the shackles and collar had made short work of them. After years of those chains on my wrist and neck, it still felt strange to feel cool air brush against them.

In so many ways, my life was more or less perfect. I had gotten out of captivity and was now living with a man I had fallen deeply in love with. We lived together in a massive house, safe from all the dangers that had plagued my life over the last few years. Falcon’s Reach was gorgeous, and everyone I had met so far seemed amazing. Some of the other girls from the Underside had decided to stick around, while others had moved on.

But I had a home. For the first time in years, I had an actual home. I was happy. With one big caveat.

We hadn’t been able to get back to Cain’s domain. We hadn’t been able to find any way of contacting Morgan. Even my scrying had stopped working. Some sort of enchantment had been put on Morgan, so we couldn’t see her. I was sure of it.

It was bittersweet. It made me stay up at night and pace restlessly during the day. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, worrying. But I also knew that we would find something. It was only a matter of time. But I still prayed that it was sooner rather than later.

Just as I was thinking about going on a hunt, the door opened. I turned just in time to see Will strolling into the living room. He slowed as he looked at me, his head tilted.

“You okay?” he asked.

I gave a half-laugh as I shook my head. We both knew the answer without him asking.

He let out a long breath and nodded.

“Any word?” I asked, hating the desperation in my voice. It had become a mantra in the last month, and despite it seeming more and more hopeless every day, I couldn’t not ask.

Although I’d still expected it, Will shook his head. My shoulders sagged in disappointment.

“We’re working on figuring out how to get to her,” he said. “We’ve got a couple of leads. It’s not as hopeless as it looks, I promise.”

I made a face, but kept my mouth shut. He let out a long sigh and pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around me. I leaned against him, letting his scent wrap around me like a comforting blanket.

“I know,” he muttered. “Believe me, we’re doing everything we can.”

“I know,” I answered a little mechanically.

He stepped back, holding me at arm’s length so I had to look at him. Based on his expression, I could see thathe’d guessed exactly what was running through my head, even though I had tried to hide it.

“This has nothing to do with Cain or the mission or anything like that,” he said. “Even if that part of the mission had been scuttled, I would be fighting tooth and nail to get Morgan back. We all would. And I promise that we’re going to find her. Just let us do our thing, and we’ll get her back.”

“I know.” I gave a soft smile as I looked up at him, then nuzzled against him again, letting him wrap his arms around me as my eyes fluttered shut. I inhaled his scent. My wolf growled in contentment, happy to be by the shifter she had recognized as our mate long before I had ever even considered it.

Will’s hands moved to my shoulders. I let out a soft moan as he massaged them, the muscles loosening beneath his firm grip. Shivers ran along my spine as he continued working his magic.

His lips moved to the back of my neck, gently kissing my skin and sending new shivers radiating through me. I sighed, my head tilting to give him a better angle as his arms wrapped around me, drawing me back into his chest. I sucked in a breath, unable to help myself.

“Is there anything I can do to take your mind off it?” he murmured. “Or at least distract you for a handful of minutes?”

I gave a wicked grin as something kindled inside me. “I think you can come up with something,” I said.

Fingers tilted my chin upward, and Will’s mouth found mine. The kiss started gently at first, then grew more earnest, a spark igniting as our lips met. His hand went to my head, tangling in my hair. Shivers of need and pleasure raced through my body, settling below my stomach.

He turned me around so we were facing one another, his mouth showing no signs of leaving mine as he backed me against the wall. His hands slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, fingers exploring my stomach slowly, tantalizingly, sending electric tendrils running through me wherever they touched.

Rough, calloused hands lifted up my shirt. Will eyed me hungrily as the fabric fell to the floor, and a soft snarl emanated from his mouth as he saw me. That intense look, filled with lust and need, made me burn with my own longing. I fumbled with his jeans as he removed his shirt. His cock, already hard, sprang out. I took it in my hand and grinned as he let out a soft groan, his hands going to my hips as my hand ran along his shaft. My free hand traced the rippling muscles of his stomach as the need for him began to smolder inside me.

I crouched, but he stopped me, grabbing my wrists and pulling me back up to my feet. “You’re the one who needs relief,” he said.

He picked me up, carrying me into the kitchen, his eyes locked on my face, that hunger evident all over him. He placed me on the counter. Without a word, he unfastened my jeans and jerked them down so they fell around my knees. One finger reached between my legs, running along my slit, feeling the wetness already there. He let out a growl of approval that sent new pangs of longing racing through me. His thumb pressed against my clit. I squirmed, writhing at the touch until his hand gripped my hip and held me in place.

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