Page 39 of Entangled in the Woods
I was in a daze as Everett and I exchanged unrestrained kisses. Nothing mattered to me except getting closer, pulling the thread tighter until it wrapped around both of our bodies. Instinctually, my body ground against his, needing friction. Purrs of delight left my lips as I felt the hard arousal through his pants rubbing against my stomach.
Everett let out a growl as he broke the kiss and put some space between our bodies. I let whimpered, trying to pull my body close to his again. He grabbed onto my hip bones with both hands and firmly kept the distance between us, separating the parts of our bodies that needed the contact the most.
Our foreheads were still touching. Nose-to-nose, we breathed each other’s air, unable to get enough.
“Did you feel that?” Everett’s voice was strained. His eyes searched mine for confirmation.
I wasn’t sure what he was asking. I had felt many things. I was still feeling them.
“Feel what?” I asked.
“The pull between us.”
I leaned back slightly, and Everett pulled me back until our bodies were touching. He leaned down, meeting my eyes, searching. Neither of us could deny there was something between us. It was raw and electric.
“To me, it’s like we’re being pulled closer and closer together with an invisible thread,” I said. That was the only way I could describe the attraction between us.
Everett let out a sigh of relief, and his face relaxed. “I feel that too.”
Keeping one hand on my hip, his other hand cradled the back of my skull as he put his face between my neck and shoulder. I leaned my head to the side to give him better access. His warm face fit perfectly in the sunken spot along my collarbone. As he nuzzled my skin, I heard his lips part as he planted soft kisses along my shoulder and neck. Rough, his beard scratched my sensitive skin.
I wrapped my arms around his back, unable to touch fingertips because of his size. My body betrayed me when he opened his mouth and let his fangs drag along my neck. The moan I let out was louder than it needed to be. I was sure the entire camp could hear it, even as we were out here in the woods. At the moment, I didn’t care. Heat traveled from the skin where his fangs touched down to the pit of my stomach and pooled between my legs. I tensed with the pulsing need that rushed through me.
“Lyka,” Everett whispered against my skin as he sniffed his nose along my neck. My sudden realization that I hadn’t showered in a couple days caused me to push away from Everett. Self-conscious, I looked down at my feet.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, lifting my chin again to meet my eyes.
“I just realized I probably smell horrible,” I said.
Everett’s eyes crinkled, and a smirk crossed his lips. He pulled me close once again, stuck his nose to my neck, and inhaled deeply. His voice vibrated against me. “I smell nothing but your desire for me. It’s quite potent. I’m sure the shifters back at Camp can smell it too,” he said.
Pushing away from him, my eyes grew wide and I was sure my face turned the darkest shade of red. I could feel wetness pooling between my legs. Wishing I had packed an extra pair of leggings, I looked straight at him. “You can’t.”
“I most certainly can.” His eyes closed slightly as he leaned in. I could feel his warm breath against my ear. “And it smells delicious.”
I squeezed my legs together to stop the pulsing between them, which only made it worse. My knees buckled, and Everett caught me around the waist, pulling me close for another kiss. I let out more embarrassing sounds that he muffled with his mouth.
We were hungry for each other. His hands never strayed beyond the back of my head or my waist, and that made me feel even more deprived. I needed him to touch me. Moving my legs apart, I straddled one of his thighs. My hands wrapped around his torso and pulled him closer to me. I was like a wild animal, grinding against his quad muscle, trying to relieve the tension.
Everett groaned against my neck. His fangs dragged across my skin. My body tensed at the feeling. I froze, my breath hitching in my chest. He froze as well. The lack of movement between us broke the spell.
I pushed him away. No, I couldn’t be doing this with him. I couldn’t get more entangled with him more than I already was. It would only cause problems for me in the long run.
What was wrong with me? I felt both frustrated and sexually charged at the same time. It was quite the combination.
He glanced longingly up and down my body. “What are you doing to me?” he asked, rubbing his chin.
“Too much. I’m doing too much.” I tried to control my heart rate. “I can’t be doing this with you,” I said.
He took a step close to me and slowly took a deep inhale, running his nose from my shoulder and up my neck. I stood there, trying not to let a moan escape me. Everett backed up and shook his head with his eyes closed. He turned, putting his hands behind his head and looking up at the sky. “You’re right. Everyone can hear and smell you out here. I don’t like to share.”
It was like a cold bucket of water had dumped over my head. The fuzzy surroundings became clear again, and I looked around the forest, surprised to be there. What was Everett doing to me?
I took a step back and covered my face with my hands. This was so embarrassing. I was in the middle of the forest surrounded by Lycans who could apparently smell me. This wasn’t like me. I prided myself on being controlled, especially with my emotions.
“Should we head back?” Everett held out his hand like he expected me to hold it.
I planted my fists along my sides and marched past him, heading in the direction I hoped would lead me back to Camp. I heard Everett’s footsteps behind me.
