Page 46 of The Wolf's Kidnapped Mate

“For what?”

“Saving my life.”

She shrugged. “It’s what I’m supposed to do.”

“I’m feeling better. We should hunt for food and chow down before taking off.”

“Is that an order?”

My thumb swept over her flesh, following the curve of her jaw to her chin. “Yes it is, soldier.”

She shivered. So much of her body seemed receptive to my influence that it made it difficult to avoid the consequences of such a discovery. I wanted to see more. I wanted to test her limits and take her to new heights.

But I knew if I kissed her right now, we would never leave this cave. We would never make it to Buckhannon. The mission was more important than my hunger.

I brushed my fingers through her hair. “Take off your clothes.”

Red patches bloomed on her cheeks as she nipped her lower lip. “Yes, sir.”

Something about her tone drove me wild. I didn’t want to take off my clothes and reveal my aching boner, yet I also didn’t want to be constrained by clothes anymore. She’d let me heal enough to sprint. She was right about the hunt—we had to get moving if we were going to properly shake our enemies.

We didn’t have time to waste.

But when she was properly naked, I couldn’t help sitting back and enjoying the view. The roundness of her breasts sitting perfectly above her toned stomach. The glorious curve of her hips. Her thick legs and delicate fingers resting on top of them. That subtle arch of her shoulders toward me that forced her upper arms to press her tits together and make them plumper.

Flushed face. Wet lips. Glowing eyes.

She wanted me. And I wanted desperately to give her what she wanted.

I wasn’t certain if it was the adrenaline, the danger, or the fact that she faced down my grumpiness with a brave face and asmile. But there was something about her. There was something that propelled me to rush forward and smash my lips hungrily to hers.

Hot lips. Hot tongue. Hoteverything. Victory tasted glorious in the form of her kiss, like we’d outrun thousands of villains in a short time. The monster we had left behind nearly tore us apart. I swore to myself it wouldn’t happen again, that her tender caution would always be met with my understanding.

I swore to protect her. I took it seriously.

The only time I seemed to breathe was when I broke the kiss. I stood up and took her with me, keeping her close as I stripped away my clothes. After folding them up, I handed them over, watching how her eyes lingered over my torso and thighs. No way I was going to hide my boner now.

She bit her lower lip. “Oh, I…”

“Don’t get bashful about it now. It’s your fault.”

“Is it?”

I narrowed my eyes, noticing how her slit glistened with arousal. When I met her gaze, she was clutching the bag to her chest with a desirous grin.

I glanced at the fire. “We don’t have time.”

“I know.”

“But I want to.”

She chortled. “I know.”

“Can you say anything else?”

She giggled when I shot my irritated glare in her direction. She didn’t cower. She didn’t retreat. She didn’t even try to hide her cute grin. She stepped toward me and shook her head, then motioned for me to turn around.

“Here, I’ll help with your bag,” she offered.

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