Page 35 of Shattered Veil
I snuggle closer, exhausted. For now, everything else fades away. There’s just us. I know it can’t last. We can’t stay alone here forever.
But for now, I push those thoughts away. Right now, I just want to enjoy the feeling of being in Rory’s arms.
The quiet that envelops us is a stark contrast to the chaos we’ve faced. It’s a relief to have this reprieve, and I can feel my breathing slowly returning to normal as I rest in Rory’s arms, his strong grip still holding me close.
“Sorry about your shirt.”
“Worth it,” I reply, and I’ve never meant anything more.
“You were there, weren’t you?” Rory says.“That was real. You and me together.”
I remember the bite on my thigh.“Yes,” I whisper.
“How?”
“I don’t know,” I say, honestly. And thankfully, Rory doesn’t press further.
“We should tell the others that you’re back,” I murmur, feeling a twinge of guilt. He’s back and his best friends don’t even know yet. But also—fuck them a little. Rory wouldn’t even be here if I’d listened to them and not gotten help from Marius.
Marius.
Who, after everything, was the one who actually saved Rory. The one who helped me when the others turned me down. I still don’t trust him, but my feelings are getting a lot more complicated.
My thoughts are brought back to the here and now by Rory’s knuckle brushing over my nipple.
Rory chuckles quietly, kissing my forehead again.“Aye, love. We’ll go see the boys. After I make you come again.”
I smile against his chest, hiding my face. As he begins to kiss and suckle on my neck, I feel my body heat up once more. His hands roam over my sides, tracing circles on my breasts as he slowly works me up again.
“Rory...” I moan, arching into him.“Not fair.”
He smiles against my skin.“What?” He nips playfully at a nipple with his teeth.
He rolls over, pinning me beneath him, already hard again. Our hips align perfectly, and he nudges open my legs with one of his, then thrusts into me with a groan. I’m so wet from our climaxes that he slides in easily, despite his size.
“Fuuuuck.” He closes his eyes and groans.
In an instant, we’re lost in each other again. Our rhythm picks up quickly. We move together, our bodies slick with sweat and lust.
As I look up into his eyes, I see nothing but his animalistic need reflected at me. This man—this wolf—means more to me than I can explain.
And for now, at this moment, we can forget about everything else.
When I wake up, the room is dark. What little light there had been is gone. It must be almost dinner time. I become aware of Rory’s body spooning around mine, his arm thrown over me and his big hand cupping my bare breast.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” he murmurs into the back of my neck.“Ready for round three?”
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough, big guy?” I tease. Though my breath hitches as I say it. I’m tempted. But we have to tell the others.“Raincheck?” I ask.
Rory yawns and stretches, moving his arms over his head. I roll over to look at him, admiring the sheer physicality of the man. He’s so strong. I knew he’d survive.He sees me staring at him and waggles his eyebrows, then motions with his eyes for me to look down. At his dick, which is fully erect again and standing up proudly.
I laugh, and he puts on a wounded expression, placing his hand over his heart as I shake my head.
Rory groans dramatically.“Fine. But I’m holding you to that raincheck.”
I look for my clothes, picking up my torn t-shirt then tossing it aside. I wince slightly as I bend over and grab my bra and jeans. I’m pleasantly sore in all the right places.“Deal. Now get dressed.”
Rory pinches my ass playfully as I’m bent over, making me yelp. I reach back and toss a pillow at his head.
