Page 26 of Saving Penny
She glanced over her body and didn’t see any fur or any changes in her limbs.
She heard a rustle out in the room and paused as Drake’s footsteps came closer to the bathroom door.
“Penny?” Drake’s voice was hesitant as he knocked on the door.
“Yeah?” she answered, moving toward the door. She stood there, uncertain of what to do.
She knew she had feelings for him, but didn’t understand what was going on between them.
Was she now his property? What did all of this mean? If he thought they were about to have a caveman relationship, he had another thing coming.
She let out a confused sigh.
“Are you okay?”
She smiled, knowing she had probably freaked him out when she’d ran into the bathroom. Hell, she was freaking out right now herself.
He bit her.
“Yeah. I’m fine,” she answered back. She lightly reached out to touch the door. She closed her eyes as her fingertips brushed against it, and she would swear it was like she could feel him through it.
Her heart urged her to go to him.Find comfort in him, talk about what happened,it said.
Her mind screamed for her to grab her shit and run.
“Open the door. Please.” His gentle voice came through the barrier between them. She knew this thin door would not hold a man of his size. He was being respectful of her privacy, and she knew that if she refused, he would leave her be.
She closed her eyes and sent up a small prayer, asking for guidance on what she should do. She smiled as a feeling of calmness washed over her, and she knew which one she would follow.
She opened the door and found Drake standing with his arms braced against the doorframe. Her eyes swept him and found that he had put on a pair of boxer briefs. Not that it hid his package from her, but at least there was a barrier between them.
His eyes held concern, and she could tell he was at a loss for words. This was the first time she had ever witnessed Drake Ransly unsure of himself.
“Hey,” she breathed.
“Hey,” he replied. His eyes studied hers, as if trying to read what she was thinking. She stepped back as he walked into the room. “Let me see it.”
She nodded and moved back to the counter, near the light. He moved behind her and gently moved her hair from her shoulder to get a look at it. She could see his wolf close to the surface in his eyes as he assessed his mark. A deep rumble vibrated from his chest.
“I would say that I’m sorry, but I’m not,” he murmured, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. He gently pulled her body back against his as he placed a kiss on her wound. Her core clenched as he swiped his tongue along it again. The movement on her shoulder brought on the memories of his tongue between her legs. She whimpered with the thought as his hand held her steady against him.
“Did you claim me?” she whispered, trying to fight her traitorous body. He nodded, his eyes locked on hers via the mirror.
“Why?” She bit her lip to hold back her moan of pleasure as he swiped his tongue again along her mark.
“Because I recognized you as my mate from the second my eyes took you in.”
“But we’ve just met!”
“That’s true, but I’ve been dreaming of you for almost thirty years.”
She stood there, stunned at his admission. Thirty years? How old was he? She would have pegged him for mid-thirties.
“Since you were a child?” she asked. An uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach let her know the real answer.
“No. Shifters are slow to age. I’m one hundred and twenty-six.”
She froze as she studied him in the mirror. She turned in his arms and stared up at him as she reached out a hand, as if seeing him for the first time. For his stated age, he only looked a few years older than her.
