Page 56 of Wolf's Providence

My scream echoed around us, my hands fisting his hair, pulling him into my pussy as he feasted on my orgasm, his mouth and tongue delivering a climax that shook me to my core. The intensity of it never lessened, not when he replaced his fingers with his cock once more. Not when he fucked me with a force that was almost brutal but wasstill not enough.

He lifted me effortlessly, and my back was slammed against the wall as he fucked into me. My orgasm was never-ending, or maybe I was on the next one, or the next, I didn’t know. I was losing count. My body was limp, and I was barely holding on as pleasure crashed over me in continuous waves.

Caleb’s sharp bite at my shoulder brought a moment of pain, and then I was lost in another orgasm, dimly aware that he was roaring out his release. His head dropped to burrow in the crook of my neck as he shuddered and spilled inside me.

Later—minutes, hours, who knew—I opened my eyes and realized we were in a tangle of limbs on the couch. When did we move?

Tilting my head back, I looked up at him, realizing he was asleep. His face was the picture of contentment. The small smile on his face was gentle and peaceful.

He looked so striking when he was relaxed. Don’t get me wrong, he was gorgeous—grumpy or furious—but like this, unguarded, he was breathtaking.

My body was tender, and my core felt slightly bruised, but something deep inside me was immensely satisfied. I vaguely recalled Caleb using a warm wet cloth on my lower body, so there was no awkward stickiness between my thighs serving as a reminder of what we’d done, not that I needed it. My lower body still pulsed with the aftereffects of having great sex…reallygreat sex.

But I didn’t want to leave the comfort of his embrace. Here, like this, my head didn’t have a thousand questions lined up waiting to be answered.

Wrapped in his arms, I didn’t feel like I needed to hide our relationship. I didn’t need to question it. I didn’t need to questionhim. I was still relishing the touch of a man who had laid claim to my body as he was claiming my heart.

Here, on my couch, nothing mattered except us.

Call me stupid or a coward, call me whatever you wanted, but right now, right here, I was happy to ignore everything else that posed a threat tousand simply bask in the aftermath of our lovemaking and savor the feeling of being safe in Caleb’s arms.

He said I was made for him? I was beginning to think he was right.

SEVENTEEN

Caleb

WatchingWillow eat made my wolf happy.

Watching her eat meat that I cooked for her was deeply satisfying. She’d frowned when I suggested cooking her steak rare, her nose wrinkling up in disgust. When she told me she ate her steak cooked “well done,” I’d questioned her sanity.

We’d compromised on medium-well, which in reality was more medium-rare. However, she was eating every scrap like she hadn’t been fed in days. Not only was she eating it, but she was savoring it, licking her lips as she gobbled her meal greedily.

“When was the last time you ate?” I asked her in amusement as she licked her lips.

“You made a sandwich earlier, after…” Her cheeks reddened, and she looked away from my knowing grin.

Mysmuggrin. After fucking her on the counter earlier and carrying her to the couch where we’d both fallen asleep, I’d woken up, carried her to her bed, and started all over again.

Now it was evening, and we were both hungry after round three in her shower. I made a note to get her a new shower curtain. Taking a bite of my steak, I wondered if there was anything better in this world than Willow’s snug pussy wrapped around my cock.

Taking a sniff of the air as I chewed, my wolf rumbled with happiness as I smelled my scent all over her. She’s never washing that off, I thought, knowing how arrogant that sounded and not caring. My scent was embedded in her skin. The only way she would be free of it was if I never touched her again, and I knew that was never going to happen.

She wasmine.

This morning and afternoon had proved that. I would find the bastards that hurt her, and when I was done with them, I would ensure no one ever hurt her again.

Including me.

When the threat to her was removed, I knew the right thing was probably to remove myself as well. But I couldn’t.

Iwouldn’t. I would do better by Willow. I would be the man she deserved.

I knew the fears Willow had regarding how other shifters would view us. Some of my kind didn’t approve of blurring the lines. Humans were supposed to be separate from us, they were not part of our world. They didn’t share our abilities; they didn’t have the grace of Luna in their blood.

But Willow did.

I knew she did. She hadmyblood in her system. I couldn’t explain it, but the connection between us was growing the more we were together. I knew it wasn’t a mate bond—the simple fact was that a mate bond couldn’t exist with a human.

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