Page 40 of Wolf's Redemption

His dark chuckle followed her. He caught up with her and blocked her path, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Oh, Rebekah,” he said, giving her a thorough eye-fucking. “Do not underestimate what I am willing to endure in order to have your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”

She stiffened, her legs frozen in place, her whole body buzzing and flushed with heat. He cupped her chin and brushed his thumb across her lips, and it took every ounce of willpower not to take it into her mouth.

No, Bek. Just no.

The smugness in his gaze only inflamed her need and her frustration. He grinned, dropped his hand and walked off, continuing on their path. She stared at his retreating back and swallowed, the visual of his words replaying in her mind. She dropped her head back and stared up at the forest’s leafy canopy.Hell.

“How long until we reach that woman in the woods?” she called after him, her voice a little on the breathy side.

“Another two days at least, from tomorrow.”

Two days!That meant another two nights with him alone in the forest. Atleast.Fuck.How the hell was she going to resist this man? She unfroze her legs and set off after him, stomping her feet, following his broad shoulders, muscular thighs and taut ass as he strode through the forest.

Remind me again why I want to?

Chapter Nineteen

Ulrik glanced over his shoulder at Rebekah, her dark head down, her pace flagging and her feet dragging. He stopped, allowing her to catch up to him, and cocked his head and listened. Not a sound of pursuit on horseback or on foot. Nothing to indicate Lothair had picked up their trail. Nor was there any sign of Lance. Catching wind of his fellow wolf would be a greater reason for alarm than any keep guard. Lance would track them far more efficiently than any human.

For two days he had pushed them, changing direction often and keeping the breeze at their backs. They had walked all day, stopping only to eat and to take care of bodily functions. He had kept them walking on after night had fallen and had them rising before the dawn, lighting no fires and rationing out the remnants of the bread and mead, not willing to risk leaving her alone to hunt again.

Getting her to lie beside him on his surcoat to sleep had been a constant contest of wills, but logic, and the cold night air, had prevailed. Each night she had resolutely turned her back to him, insisting he turn his to her. He had complied, amused by her stubborn refusal to admit what her body told him she wanted. Had the sense of urgency to be gone from the area not pulled at him, had she not been overcome with exhaustion, he might have teased her and pushed at the boundaries she had so clearly set on their interactions.

At least now he knew what had burned his tongue. Even so, the mere thought of having her mouth on him had his cockresponding. He tamped down on the growl forming in his throat. She’d use that piece of metal to keep him at bay. It would have to go.

She reached him, skidding to a halt and her head jerking up. “We’ve stopped. Oh, thank God.”

She slid to the ground, lines of fatigue about her eyes. She pulled the stopper off the wineskin and took a sip.

A weary sigh escaped her lips. “Not that I don’t like wine and all, but any chance we can swing by a creek and fill this up? I’m so thirsty.”

He looked up at the dark clouds gathering. A big, fat rain drop splattered on his cheek. He smiled.Thank the fates. Rain.

“I think there will be water enough to appease you soon.”

A gust of wind buffeted them, and a familiar musky scent teased at his nostrils. He stilled.

Lance.

A crack of thunder split the air, and the wind swirled clouds of leaves and dirt around them. His nostrils flared again.

And Godfrey.

He grabbed Rebekah’s arm, pulling her to her feet.

“Give me a moment to catch my—”

“No. We leave now.”

Her shoulders slumped.

“I know you are exhausted, Rebekah. I will carry you if needs be, but we must move now. They have found us.”

Her eyes widened and she scanned the forest. “How do you know? I can’t see anyone. Did you hear them? Where are they?”

“Close. Too close. Though I doubt you will see them until it is too late.”

“Are you sure? We’ve not seen a single soul for days. It’s like we’re the only people in this whole damn forest.”

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