Page 63 of To Keep A Wolf
Levi laughs. “They had a reunion, huh?”
“I know nothing,” I lie.
I wish I didn’t.
“After everything that’s happened,” he says, “this is what will scar you for life. Your parents’ sex lives.”
“Don’t ever say parents and sex again.”
He grins and pushes to his feet, offering his hand to me. “Come on, breakfast will help you forget.”
I doubt it, but I let him pull me up anyway.
Except that, the moment I’m on my feet, I find my body pressing oddly close to his. And his expression shifts from light amusement to something darker—and desperate. His breath hits my face, and I don’t even think about it. I just push onto my toes and taste his tongue with mine.
His reaction is instant. Strong arms grip me, circling my back and crushing me to his chest. His mouth on mine is ravaging. I don’t bother to wonder how he knows this is what I need.
Nothing soft. Nothing gentle.
Just this.
The force of his need pressing against the nerve endings in my body that so desperately crave a feeling other than my own panic and fear. We’re leaving today. Headed right back into the mouth of the beast. Who knows what we’ll find—or if we’ll walk out again.
I just want one more moment where none of it matters.
Levi’s hands travel to the waistband of my pants, and I shimmy my hips to help him pull them down my legs. Then his fingers are at my already wet core, slipping into me and drawing a moan from my throat. His lips find mine, swallowing my sounds as he pushes one finger into me then two.
I nearly crawl up his body with pleasure, clinging to him in my half-dressed, half-aware state. His other hand grips my ass, squeezing, and I lose patience. Yanking on his own pants, I tug them down until his hardened length springs free. I barely get my hand around it before Levi pulls his own fingers away from me and instead cups my ass, lifting me to meet him.
I wind my legs around his body, barely breaking our kiss as he lowers me and slides into me quickly enough to make me shudder with the shock of it.
“Too much?” he asks, and I pull away to look him in the eye.
The concern is too real, too much of a reminder of what we’ll face when we’re finished here, so I shake my head.
“No,” I tell him, nearly pleading with it. “Don’t stop.”
He drives into me, over and over, until I see stars bursting behind my eyelids. His breath is heavier now, and I can feel the sweat clinging to his skin as he pushes us both closer and closer to the edge with this hard, fast rhythm.
My own pleasure builds toward some pointed edge, a cliff I can’t stop myself from falling over. My canines lengthen to pointed tips, aching to bite. To claim. Levi’s teeth scrape along my throat, and I know he’s thinking the same thing. I hear myself moan his name—a prayer to fate herself—and then I’m flying, my orgasm sending me soaring far above this world and its pain.
Levi doesn’t let go, though. His body shudders as he finally comes, and then we soar together.
* * *
By the time we make it back to the cabin, everyone’s up and moving. My parents barely say a word to each other over breakfast. It’s awkward but not in the way it felt awkward in the woods last night. I start to wonder if I maybe missed something, if maybe things took a turn in a way I didn’t stay to hear. But I’m damn sure not going to ask. No one asks about Levi and me, either, even though I’m sure they can guess what we’ve been up to. Tripp takes one look at us—more like one sniff—when Levi and I walk in together and looks down at his food again, though not before his eyebrow arches with pure teasing judgment.
Levi ruffles his hair as he passes, and Tripp slaps his hand away, both of them laughing.
“Morning,” my father says, sharp eyes missing nothing.
“Morning,” I return.
“Anything out there last night?” Levi asks him.
My father’s gaze darts left, stopping just short of my mother. “Nothing,” he says.
“Good,” Tripp says, and the conversation ends there.
