Page 201 of Shifting Hearts 1
His head tilted to one side as he considered me, and answered what I’d asked. But not the response I required.
“Wolf is the only name I’ve ever known.” Something flickered in his eyes. That was all the warning he gave before he launched forward, crashing his hard, lean frame into me.
I tumbled with the force of his momentum until my back slammed into another hard surface—the tree man.
Hard branches jutted out either side of my head, preventing me from turning inside a cavity custom made to fit my shoulders. His trunk encased me coffin-like, on both sides, preventing me from shifting my hips or torso. Wolf pressed our bodies together until I stood pinned between man and tree.
Flesh and warmth overwhelmed me on one side. Wolf was as hard and chiseled as advertised, his package as equally defined, pressing hard into my stomach. Heat flushed through me at the impossibleness of it all. I wriggled but he only pressed closer and the unyielding surface behind me meant I had backed myself literally into a corner.
And last night’s fantasy—the one where I had let myself fade into the darkness thinking I was alone—rushed over me.Being held between two men, their bodies working frantically as I tried to take them both at once but couldn’t?—
And they found a way to fill me anyway.
That’s the fantasy I'd moaned to with my toy between my legs. A rounded piece of offcut timber from this forest. Now I wondered if that hadn’t been a huge mistake.
Almost as big a mistake as letting fantasy and reality cross lines in my mind. Liquid deluged my thighs. The scent of my arousal hit me. My gaze refocused to find Wolf staring at me. His eyes darkened to match the forest’s shadows as he burrowed his body against mine, and I knew I wouldn’t escape him tonight.
Wolf buried his face in my neck, licking at my pulse point. Those firm lips sucked there as I panted with need, pinnedbetween them. His hard body pressed to mine, rubbing gently. Claws grazed my scalp to stroke tender spots, the threat of his violence implicit. He fisted my hair, pulling my head back so I had no choice but to look up at both of them as he leaned into my face. I tried my best not to arch into him but his body was justthereand I ached so damn bad?—
“I can smell you, princess,” he growled. A real growl, the sort that started low in his belly and reverberated along his chest until the sound reached me, deep and seductive.
I wanted to taste that growl on my tongue, lick along his until he made a different sort of sound for me. I wanted to lick something else?—
Closed my eyes and fought the moan building deep within me.
“Didn’t anyone teach you manners, Wolf?” I snarked back, trying my best not to rub against him. The pressure between my thighs built to a crescendo already. He could smell my need? Fuck,Icould smell me and I didn’t possess whatever additional olfactory senses that he did. Along with the sensation overload, terror took a backseat to long denied need.
“I don’t need manners when there’s a hot little thing trying to cream all over my cock,” he bantered back. One finger tapped the top of my head. “Open.”
“Legs or mouth?” I closed my eyes as heat flared in my cheeks. Laughter bubbled at the pure stupidity of my smart nature. I didn’t know whether to giggle or sob.
“What a thought.” A talon or a claw curved over my cheek, catching beneath my chin and raising my face on its sharpest point. “Open…your lips, dear princess.”
I lost myself in his eyes, panting out a soft breath in submission for him. “Why?”
He spat into my mouth. I jerked my head back on reflex as he offered me a lazy, self-satisfied smile that left the ache between my legs all the worse.
“Swallow, and maybe I’ll ease your pain.”
I swallowed, still staring at him, and realized what I’d done. “Fuck me. No, let—” I shoved at him but he shook his head, making softtskingsounds.
“Only one freebie today, cloak girl. Actually…” He grabbed my throat, squeezing gently and flicked the clasp there. “Let’s take that barrier away.” He snagged the cloth from one side pulled. The burgundy cloak floated away as he stripped back one more layer of defense.
One single motion left me in a thin blue dress that might as well be a nightie without the warmth the cloak offered. And other things, like letting me hide from the forest’s eyes.
And now, they saw me.
“I’m not meant to be here. I’m meant to go to my Gr–”
The tree above me shuddered.
Wolf’s eyes shadowed impossibly. “Don't say that name. Not here.” His voice held a dark warning.
My brows knitted. “What? Why not? She’s a perfectly?—”
“Perfect little child trafficker and you are her accomplice. Yes, I know.” Wolf waved a bored hand, flicking the tips of his caws against my dress lightly, rending evenly spaced tears in the material.
Who are these people? Beings?What the hell was I supposed to call them?
