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She stirs and peeks an eye open. “Theo? What’s wrong?”
My palm caresses her. Our bodies are only a hair’s breadth apart. I feel her inhale as I run a hand along her stomach, and the softest sigh slips free. My mouth hovers over hers. I want to taste her. To savor her. To show her what she means to me.
She leans closer, her lips touching mine. It sends a shockwave through me. Her tongue flickers out, and a moan escapes me. My fingers drift lower, and she arches into me, giving her answer. I move, ignoring the pull on my wounds,and cover her with my body. The contact sends a rush of desire straight to my groin.
She hooks a leg around mine, and her scent washes over me. It mingles with mine and fills my head. Her fingers dig into my back as I press kisses along her throat. She moans my name, and a surge of need rips through me.
My hand trails between her legs. She shudders as she reaches out to wrap her hand around my pulsing erection. Our hips move in a rhythm that makes me gasp. I want her. I need her. More than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.
I slide a finger inside her. She gasps, clenching around me. “Theo, yes.”
Her fingers trace my length, and a growl slips out. The scent of her arousal surrounds us, and my cock hardens even more. I can barely breathe. My tongue teases the sensitive spot between her breasts.
I slide my fingers deeper inside her, and she trembles. Her hand strokes my cock. The sensation is dizzying. The heat. The tension. Everything builds inside me.
I lean in and give her a hard, desperate kiss as I pull her closer. Her breasts press against my chest, and her heart pounds in time with mine.
My fingers pump faster. The heat coils tight, and our bodies move together, seeking release. Our lips find each other again, and the kiss is hot, urgent, almost frantic. I’m on fire, burning with need. She gasps against my mouth, her grip tightening around my length.
But I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside her. I pull her closer and position myself at her entrance. With one thrust,I bury myself inside her. A cry bursts from her. My hips rock against hers, and her walls clench around me.
We lose ourselves in the moment. Our bodies move together, seeking the release we need so badly. Our hands roam, exploring, teasing. Her nails rake across my back, and the sensation drives me wild.
I lean in and suck her nipple into my mouth. She gasps, arching her back. The fire grows hotter, and our movements become frantic. We’re both desperate for more, for each other. I reach between us, seeking the sensitive spot above her core, and she cries out.
My fingers stroke her, and her inner walls tighten around me. The sensation is incredible. Our bodies are pressed together, moving in perfect harmony. Our breaths come in gasps. Our hearts beat frantically. The pleasure builds, growing more intense. We’re both teetering on the edge.
I thrust harder. She meets me, matching my rhythm. The world disappears, and there’s only her, and me, and the pleasure building inside us.
The tension is unbearable. I’m on the edge, and so is she. Our bodies move in sync, driving each other closer to oblivion. Her hips buck against mine, the friction overwhelming. I’m barely holding on, but she’s close. Her walls flutter around me, and she writhes, chasing her release. Her cries echo in the cabin. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
The fire consumes me, and I can’t hold back anymore. My orgasm slams into me, and her walls clench around me as she finds her own release. We ride the waves of pleasure together, clinging to each other. I collapse onto the bed. She curls up next to me, panting.
I hold her close, trying to catch my breath. Her scent surrounds me, a combination of sweat and sex. It’s intoxicating.
“Wow,” she breathes, her chest heaving.
I let out a quiet laugh, still riding the high. “Wow, indeed.”
I kiss her, savoring the taste of her lips. Our bodies are still entangled, and I’m reluctant to let go. Here, with her, is the only place I want to be. The world outside can wait. For a little while.
Chapter 15 - Kai
I’m not sure I’ve felt this good since the day I knocked a seven-foot rogue on his butt with one solid kick. For weeks now, I’ve woken up feeling like I’m slogging through knee-deep mud, thanks to that nasty concoction Malcolm and Wiley pumped into me. But these days, my muscles snap to attention with more vigor. My wolf stirs behind my ribs, no longer a faint echo. Today, I even dare to think she might return in all her glory if I keep pushing.
I leap off the bed in Theo’s cabin. The first few steps are cautious. My side sometimes twinges, a memory of the night I almost died. But there’s no denying it’s getting better. Soon, I’ll have enough power to wave goodbye to this place and pick up my life before everything turned upside down.
Except… I’m not entirely sure that’s what I want anymore.
“Kai!” Tara, one of the younger she-wolves I’ve been training, calls from outside, her voice traveling up the open window. I poke my head out and wave. “We’re all set up if you’re ready!”
“Be right there,” I call back before ducking back inside, getting dressed, and lacing my boots. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a small mirror leaning against the wall. My eyes look brighter than they have in ages, and there’s a faint flush in my cheeks that’s definitely not from sickness. I know exactly where that flush comes from. The memories fill my head of the last few nights I’ve spent with Theo and the way he whispers my name like I’m the only thing he wants in this entire pack.
A dull heat pulses through me at the thought. My mind keeps drifting to the last night we shared, to the way his breathfanned across my neck, the way he made me gasp with each electrifying touch. I push the memory aside before my face burns too obviously. I’ve got a training session to lead and a bunch of novices waiting.
Tara and a handful of other women, plus a couple of teenage shifters, cluster near the old fence we’ve been using for practice. The ground is flattened from constant use. A small audience forms with some looky-loos from Theo’s pack who enjoy seeing me drill these “noncombatants,” as I’ve recently learned they used to be labeled.
I move to the center. “All right, folks, line up. We’ll start with the combos we’ve been drilling, then we’ll add a few new techniques. Pair up.”
