Page 47 of Claimed By Werewolf
“See you around,” she said finally, and her footsteps receded down the hall.
About five minutes later, another knock sounded, but this time it was Werewolf’s voice that accompanied it.“Open the door, Demi.It’s me.”
I twisted open the lock and yanked open the door.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“Everything okay?”he asked.
“You wouldn’t really think there would be much happening in a closet, but you would be surprised.Some chick knocked, and then about five minutes after that, your friend with the eyeliner decided to try to offer an olive branch and clue me in on things…” I said.“And doom.”
“Which one?”His tone didn’t change, but his jaw did.
“Brunette.Wingtips sharp enough to cut a man.”
He grunted, somewhere between annoyance and amusement.“She’s under Tremor’s thumb.I wouldn’t listen to a word she says.”
I nodded and was glad I hadn’t opened the door to her.“How was church?”
“Shorter than I thought,” he said.“Longer than I wanted.Prez is… listening.Tremor has his ear and is doing everything he can to take me down.”
“And me?”
“You are what they’ll use to measure me.”He took two steps, erased the space between us, and cupped the back of my neck again.“Which is why I need you to do that annoying survival thing again.”
“You mean stay close and shut up.”
“Yeah, that.”
“You could at least say ‘please.’”
“Please,” he said, and it shouldn’t have hit as hard as it did.
We didn’t leave right away.He kissed me again, this time unhurried.My fingers slipped under the edge of his shirt, and I lost myself in him.It was so easy to do.The kiss ramped up, and his hands spanned my waist while I tried not to moan loudly.
“Wolf,” I said when his mouth cut a line along my throat.It came out like a confession.He lifted his head, and his eyes were a darker color than they’d been when he walked in.
“If I don’t take you out of this room now,” he said roughly, “I’m going to forget it’s not mine to keep you in.”
“We could continue this in your room, but I don’t think I will ever be able to be in a closet again without getting turned on,” I confessed.
His breath broke on a half-laugh that had no business being that wrecked.“Demi.”
“Although you seem to have more restraint than I do,” I said.“You step away like you’re the only one burning.”
“You think I don’t know you are, too?”He kissed me hard with one hand in my hair and the other skating lower.He eased the hoodie up an inch, and his knuckles brushed my bare waist.“Later,” he said finally.“Somewhere that isn’t a hole in the wall.”
“A closet,” I corrected, my head dizzy.
“Semantics.”
We pulled ourselves together.It took longer than it should have to smooth hair, straighten clothes, and find a breath that didn’t sound like it had been borrowed.He pressed his forehead to mine for one last beat, then took my hand and opened the door.
We made our way back to the common room, and Tremor leaned on the bar, talking low to a younger patched member I didn’t know.Prez stood with his back to us, broad and immovable as a door.I didn’t know if we were late to something or early to it, but there was something in the air.
“Run tonight’s still on,” someone called and tossed keys into the air.“Masks optional, bad decisions mandatory.”
Laughter answered.My hand tightened in his.He glanced down and squeezed once.“Stay with me,” he said under the noise.
