Page 70 of A Wolf's Treasure
Hands on his shoulders, she lifted enough so he could line himself up at her entrance. “Now, lass. Take me now.”
Her eyes on his, she took him into her sweet heat. Her mouth fell open on a gasp as he filled her. She was tight and hot and wet and the best thing Duncan had ever felt.
“I fear I can no’ last long,” he said through gritted teeth. Not when she felt so good and he needed her so very much.
Pieces of things best left forgotten tried to penetrate the fog of his lust, and for a moment he froze, lost in the horrors of the past and present.
She must have known, for suddenly she was there, wrapped around his body in the physical world and with him in his mind in the ethereal one. With whispered words in his head and the clasp of her body around him, she brought him back until it was only her and the pleasure rocketing down his spine and into his balls until he swelled so tight within her he didn’t know how he still fit.
Pulling her tight to him, Duncan came inside of her with such force his muscles tensed painfully and his wolf tore at his gut.
When he could speak, he dropped his head to her shoulder. “Dinna move, lass,” he begged her between ragged breaths. “I need a moment.”
Her arms wrapping around his shoulders was the best thing he’d ever felt. Even more so than the coupling that had just occurred.
Duncan had never felt the things he was feeling at that very moment. His insides were warm and gooey, and yet at the same time, he felt a near violent possession for this female in his arms. He knew in that moment he would kill anyone who tried to part them.
He also knew he would never be able to give her as much as she’d given him. “Thank ye,” he whispered. “For pulling me out o’ that place.”
“I want to do one better,” she told him.
“What’s that?”
“I want to try to take it away completely. The memories of those things.”
Pulling back, he caught her eyes with his. “I do no’ want ye tae do that, although I appreciate th’ thought.”
She frowned. “You don’t have to be scared. I’ve never done it before, but I’ve never gone there to help someone before, either. And I think I know what to do to help you forget.”
“I dinna want tae forget, lass. I want tae remember it all.”
“I don’t understand,” she said after a pause.
He pushed a wayward curl away from her face. “I dinna want ye tae do it because I don’t ever want tae forget what it is you’ve done for me. I will no’ ever be able tae repay ye, but if ye will let me, I would like tae try.”
She gave him a strange look and opened her mouth to say something when Duncan heard someone entering the cave. Quickly covering her mouth with his hand, he gave her a tight shake of his head. When he was certain she understood, he lifted her from his lap and handed her her shirt. As she slipped it over her head, he got to his feet and secured his pants.
Raising his nose, he sniffed the air. Immediately, he relaxed, but still pushed Ryanne behind him to hide her near nakedness. “Och, Cedric! Ye need tae stop doing this!”
His alpha appeared, and he was as naked as the day he was born, his black hair hanging loose over his shoulders. He took in the situation at a glance and grinned. “It’s no my fault ye both are goin’ at it every time I turn around.” When he neared, he peeked around Duncan’s shoulder to smile at Ryanne. “Excuse my bare arse.”
Duncan growled his displeasure, but Cedric paid no mind.
“Where is th’ prince?”
“He’s no’ here.” As Ryanne found her pants and shoes and pulled them on, he filled Cedric in on everything that had happened, skimming over the details of how Ryanne had saved him. Again.
Cedric bared his teeth, but Duncan had the feeling it was less directed at him than at what had happened to him. “I told Brock tae keep ye at home. Yer a weak link when it comes tae the prince, Duncan. He kens how tae get tae ye, and I might not always be there tae save ye.”
“If I may point it out, ye were no’ there this time, Cedric, and everything worked out.”
Cedric crossed his arms. “Aye. Ye were lucky Brock and I were there tae help yer lass, or it would no’ have.”
Ryanne stepped around him. “So, my father left Duncan here and thinks I’m dead. Again. That will work to my advantage when I confront him this time.”
Duncan spun around to face her. Gripping her upper arms, he shook his head. “No, Ryanne. I will no’ let ye go after yer father again. Th’ next time ye verra well may not get away.”
She stiffened under his hands. “I don’t recall asking your permission, wolf.”
