Page 43 of Wolf's Redemption

What would sex be like with a man like him? An expert with his fingers, he’d given her one of the best orgasms she’d ever had. Against her will, her gaze slid back to him. A wide grin splithis face, and he folded his arms across his chest, widening his stance.

Bek’s hackles rose. Oh, he thought they were a done deal, did he? She rubbed the barbell of her tongue ring against the roof of her mouth. Were they a done deal? Could she have sex with him and walk away? And make no mistake, he wasn’t promising her anything except sex, but the sex promised to beawesome. She’d be leaving to return to the twenty-first century. Eventually. She hoped. There was no point in her catching feelings for him, but did she want to regret a missed opportunity?

She fiddled with her tongue ring again.Should I, or shouldn’t I?

Her body hummed. Ulrik’s nostrils flared and triumph glittered in his eyes.

Cocky bastard.

She turned away, sipping her tea and staring into the fire. In the periphery of her vision, she caught the roll of his eyes toward the thatched ceiling. With a frustrated snort, he gave her his back and dressed. She suppressed a laugh. The man wasn’t used to being turned down. She was good for his ego. The women of the tenth century could thank her later.

She glanced up to catch Constance watching her. From the smothered grin and the amused side-eye Constance gave Ulrik, the woman understood more than she let on.

Bek set her mug on the table and held her hands out, motioning to the hares and the knife. “Can I…do anything to help?”

Constance handed Bek a knife and some vegetables and motioned to the pot. Bek focused on chopping up the vegetables, avoiding looking directly at Ulrik as he draped his clothes by the fire, but she was very aware of him. When he paused by her knickers, her stomach fluttered. When he fingered the lace of herbra, his brows drawn together in a frown, her breasts ached and her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.

She’d have to remove her tongue ring, given his allergy.Ifshe were to take him up on his offer. Sex without kissing didn’t bear thinking about. And the man could kiss. Magic fingers, a magic mouth. Would he also have a magic— His declaration in the forest, when she’d told him why some people had tongue rings, flashed through her mind and her body flushed with heat. There was that, too.

He left her bra and moved to sit beside her, his arms on the table and his thigh pressed against hers. As Constance filled a pot with hare and vegetables and set it over the fire, Ulrik conversed with her in rapid French.

Bek listened, her whole body tuned into the conversation, but all she could pick up was Ulrik’s obvious relief.

“What did she say? Does she know where your lord is?”

Ulrik nodded. “She has given me a message from my lord. I know where to find him now. We shall set off first thing in the morn.”

Bek groaned. More walking. “How far?”

“At the pace we have been setting, four, maybe five days.”

Shit.Bek’s shoulders slumped, and she leaned her head in her hands. “We should’ve stolen a bloody horse.”

Chapter Twenty-One

They sat at the table, steaming bowls of hare pottage in front of them. As he ate, Ulrik mulled over what Constance had told him. Gaharet’s mate, Erin, had survived the turning. With the mortal wound she had sustained, that information came as a relief. As did the fact she yet remained with Gaharet. Good tidings. The last time he had spoken with them, Erin had been determined to leave Gaharet, because leaving her career and her life in the future was too much of a sacrifice. Losing a mate could break a man.Hadbroken Gaharet’s father.

But the witch knew more. How much more?

“Gaharet was searching for something when I last saw him? Did he speak to you of this?”

As he spoke, he reached out with his senses. He would catch her in a lie if she dared to offer him one.

Constance tore off a piece of bread and dipped it into her pottage. “You do not trust me. That is understandable. Know that Seigneur Gaharet did.”

Ulrik could scent no deceit, but he remained cautious.

“He was searching for the reverse spell for the amulets. His mate had come from the future. She is not the first, nor will she be the last.”

Erin was not the first? He glanced at Rebekah. And there would be more women like her appearing in this century?

As if sensing their regard, Rebekah stopped shoveling food into her mouth. “What?” She wiped at her mouth. “Do I havefood on my face?” She ran her tongue over her teeth. “Is there hare stuck in my teeth?”

He kept his amusement in check. She was hungry. Lord knew they had eaten sparsely on their journey here. He would not deny the woman enjoyment in her food.

“All is well, Rebekah. Eat your food.” Her eyes narrowed, but she complied, though he did not think for a moment she was not listening to their every word. To Constance, he said, “Did Gaharet find what he was looking for?”

She studied him, and he shifted a little in his seat. Her eyes had a depth to them, a wisdom uncommon for one so young, and the feeling she could see right through him and into his soul unnerved him. He knew what she would find there.

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