Page 36 of Bewitchingly Hers
“No?” I whispered.
“Uh-uh.” Barrett nibbled on my ear. “My wolf wants you to smell like meeverywhere.”
This time, I did let out a moan as he sucked on my skin.
But I wanted his lips on mine. Wanted to do what we had left unfinished from the bar. I reached backwards, sliding my hand into his hair. Much like his wolf’s fur, it was soft, and I raked my fingers through it.
“Take me to bed,” I begged.
But we didn’t make it that far. He shuffled us over to the couch, sitting down before pulling me on top of him, my core pressed over his.
“Is this a good time to mention I’m not wearing any underwear?” I asked, sliding my hands up his chest.
He let out a strangled sound, his hands reaching up to cup the swells of my ass, squeezing gently. I made a satisfied humming sound as I leaned in, pressing soft kisses to the corners of his lips, his cheeks, and his jaw. I traced his freckles with my finger, feeling like I was creating constellations on his skin.
“Eryne,” he groaned, the word coming out almost as a pant. For the first time, I noticed he didn’t look quite right. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his skin was flushed.
I frowned, climbing off his lap and sitting down on the couch next to him.
“Barrett?” I touched his forehead. “What’s wrong with you? You’re burning up.”
He let out another pained sound at my touch. Was there an infection? Had I missed something?
“I’ll… be… fine,” he gritted out. “Don’t worry about me.”
“You’re definitelynotfine. How can I help?”
Barrett shook his head. “You can’t.”
“How long have you been feeling like this?” I could tell there was something he wasn’t telling me, but I didn’t know how to convince the stubborn wolf-man that I was willing to take care of him.
Resting my hand over his heart, I leaned closer to him. He moaned, dropping his head back. “Just… since earlier.” That was odd, but maybe something he’d drank had just disagreed with him.
Except at the bar… he’d been fine. He’d seemed perfectly normal untilafterwe’d kissed.
“Is it… me? AmIsomehowthe one affecting you?” I asked, my eyes dropping to the bulge in his jeans. He was hard, straining against his zipper. It looked painful, and I didn’t know how I could fix it, but I’d try.
“’S not your fault,” he said, voice strained. “I can… control myself.”
“But what if I said you didn’t have to?” Straddling him once again, I traced his freckles with my thumb, staring into his eyes that were almost black. “What if I said I wanted you?”
He shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re asking me for, Eryne.”
I ground down on his cock. “And what if I do?”
“Oh, fuck,” he said, shuddering. “I can’t decide if I should tell you to stop or do it again.”
I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck, pressing my lips against his flushed skin. He was clearly fighting against whatever urges were driving him right now. But I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him—all of him.
“I want you, Barrett,” I said against his ear. “Please.”
He surged up, groaning as his lips met mine. There was no method to this kiss—it was messy,needy.I couldn’t stop rubbing against him, desperate for some friction as his tongue stroked over mine, over and over. My insides ached, and I wanted relief. Maybe as badly as he did.
“Are you in heat? Is that… what this is?”
“No—fuck.” Barrett let out a grunt as I rocked over him, moving my hips. “Not exactly.” He shook his head. “Females go into heat. Males, we…” His hands grasped my hips, nails digging into my skin. “Males go into rut when they don’t mate with their partner.”
My eyes widened. “That’s what this is? You’re going into…rut?”I didn’t fully understand, but I was trying to.
