Page 93 of Campfires & Canines
I brush our lips together, pulled in by her gravity. "I would have found you, no matter what."
"I know," she answers against my mouth. Her eyes drift closed. She runs her nails down my shoulder blades and the world falls away.
Her kisses are needy. We find our rhythm, her tongue in my mouth and my hands slipping under her shirt and across the smooth skin of her stomach.
I back her into our bed and settle between her legs when they fall open. I can feel her pulse racing, matching my own.
She is a goddess, with her golden hair splayed out around her like a halo.
She pulls my mouth to hers and softly bites my lip. Her kisses are rougher, frantic. Her chest heaves and I feel my nose brush against a tear.
Pulling back, my heart shatters. Her eyes squeeze shut, her lashes dark. I brush my hand down her cheek. “Hazel.”
“I’m so scared this isn’t real," she whispers.
I kiss her brow. “This is the only real thing. And I’m never letting you go.” She releases a shuddering breath. With fluttering lashes, she looks up at me.
Her honey eyes are glowing like a wolf.
I gape at her.
"Sorry," she says. Her breasts press into me as she takes a deeper and slower breath.
"Eyes." It's all I can manage to blurt.
“What?”
I ease off her, kneeling on the bed beside her. She sits up, frowning.
"Slate, what’s wrong?" She’s more concerned this time. The glow fades and her light brown irises are back to normal.
"Your eyes." I blink. "They were glowing."
She stares for a moment. "What do you mean?"
“Your eyes looked like mine do sometimes.”
"How is that possible?”
"I don't know." I stammer.
She grips her shoulder, right where I marked her. "Is it because you claimed me?"
"Maybe." I've never heard of anything like this happening, but it's so rare for a wolf to take a human as their mate.
"What else could it be?" She touches her fingertips to the corner of her eye as if she could feel something different in her anatomy. "Are they still?"
I shake my head.
"Are you sure?" She asks, flopping down on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
I stretch out beside her and tug her side against my front. "Did they do anything else to you?"
She shakes her head.
"Other than breaking your wrist?" I prompt.
She huffs. "No. I would have told you."
