Page 34 of Secrets and S'mores
“I am her Heir, second ranked in my pack,” I say, bolstering myself despite the bitter taste in my throat. It feels like a lie. “Not a child to be sent away whenever she gets tired of me.”
“Let’s just enjoy a couple days together and then you’ll head home.” Jasper sounds exhausted.
The rational part of my brain questions everything. Why does he look so bad? If he was aguest of the Alpha, it should have been a luxury vacation. But my feral instincts push those thoughts out of my head with the overwhelming sense that I’m being lied to.
“We are going to unpack and relax for a bit. But could we plan on spending tomorrow together?” Marigold asks with a sweet smile.
“Whatever.” I spin, keeping my pace to a quick walk despite how badly I want to run.
As I pass Onyx, he turns to follow me, keeping pace at my side. Jasper’s eyes burn into my back, but I ignore everyone.
My feet take me towards my temporary home without my guidance, which only serves to irritate me further. As we step into the quiet cabin, I hiss, “Are you happy now? You got what you wanted.”
Onyx halts, his eyes dark when I finally look at him.
“Are you kidding? You’re hurt. That’s the last thing I wanted.”
I ignore his words, unsure of how to take them. “Something is clearly wrong and I’m being treated like a child.”
It only makes me feel more childish but I let him pull me into his arms. Cheek against his chest, he kisses the top of my head. I’m able to release some of the tension threatening to break me.
“I’m sure we will find out everything that’s going on. And it’ll be fine. I’ll do whatever I can to help. And in the meanwhile, you get to stay a few more days with me.”
His arms tighten around me. I know he’s just trying to comfort me, but I can’t help but take it as an invitation. Tipping my head back, I kiss his jaw. His stubble is rough against my skin.
“Ember,” he rumbles. “We should be finding out what happened, not…” He trails off.
“Later,” I whisper. I can’t deal with my pack or my mother right now. Not when Onyx’s body is pressed against mine. “Distract me. Please.”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans against my temple.
“Despite evidence to the contrary, no, I’m not,” I tease, slipping my hand under his shirt to run the pads of my fingers across his scar. With a grin, he hoists me up so my legs wrap around his waist. He carries me through the kitchen and down the hallway to his room. Before I can protest, he tosses me down on his bed and turns back to click the lock.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I’m still leaving eventually,” I ask, needing him to realize the situation.
“Even if you were leaving today, I would take every second you gave me.” His words are punctuated by kisses up my neck as he crawls over me. “But do you? Because this isn’t a distraction for me.”
His expression is vulnerable, offering up a piece of himself to me. And I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. I want this and I want him.
With a nod, I tighten my legs around his waist again, reveling in the feel of him against me.
“You are stunning,” he murmurs, sliding my shirt up to uncover my breasts. I gasp as his mouth closesover one. His hand goes to the other, softly stroking and running his thumb over my nipple. His tongue rolls across the other one, and I press my head back into his mattress.
Bunching his shirt up in my fists, I writhe under him. “Onyx,” I moan. His response is a hum against my breast that nearly undoes me.
He moves to the other, his tongue licking over me. The arm not propping him up moves down, tugging at my waistband.
His head comes up, eyes silently requesting permission as his fingers trail under the edge of my waistband.
“Yes,” is all I can manage. My hands tug at his shirt, and he shrugs it off so I can run my hands down his chest. His ab muscles tighten as he lowers down and slips out of reach. My hands skim up over his shoulders, feeling the cords of muscles flexing as he tugs my shorts down with his teeth.
Every molecule of my body is strung tight, feeling his breath against tender skin. Skin no one else has touched. He takes his time, slowly running his fingers and then his mouth lower.
“We are needed in a meeting,” Cedar calls right before the door handle jiggles.
We freeze, his breath panting against my skin.
“Shit,” I whisper. “What do we do?”
