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“Answer me, Kaela,” he said, and when I didn’t, he shifted lower, his mouth grazing my throat.
“I couldn’t sleep last night,” he whispered. “All I could think about was you… in that towel. And then out of it.”
I was panting now. My control was slipping. My wolf clawed at the inside of my chest, begging me to let go.
“Please,” I whispered, though I didn’t know if I was asking him to stop or keep going.
He trailed his lips across my collarbone and lower, slow and deliberate.
“Please what, Kaela?” he asked.
His tongue flicked lightly against my skin and my resistance shattered. I arched into him with a moan I couldn’t suppress.
“That’s it,” he whispered, tracing back up until our mouths were inches apart. Then he kissed me.
Hard.
His lips smashed against mine with passion and hunger and an almost lust. He bit on my bottom lip with his teeth and I breathed a gasp, drawing nearer. His fingers rubbed up and down the line of my waist and he touched me here and there--the places where I needed him not quite.
“Oh gods… please,” I begged. This time, I knew what I was asking for.
More.
“I told you you’d regret not stopping,” he murmured against my mouth, then deepened the kiss, his tongue claiming mine. Every touch, every kiss, every breath stole what was left of my reason.
Until a sound broke through the haze. A twig snapped nearby.
Corin was on his feet before I could blink. “Get dressed,” he growled.
“Dressed? What clothes? We ran through half the territory as wolves. Mine are back at the training ground.”
“Find something,” he snapped, scanning the trees. “The warriors are out on their morning run. If they see you like this, I will kill them.”
I blinked. “What?”
“You heard me. If they look at you, I’ll tear their eyes out.”
“You’re being insane. We shift all the time. We’ve all seen each other—”
“Not anymore,” he growled. “Get dressed. Now.”
I didn’t doubt him. Not for a second. The fury in his eyes was real, raw, and terrifying. I scrambled to my feet, searching desperately.
Thank the gods for pack instincts, almost every tree had emergency clothing stashed in a high branch. I climbed the closest one, yanked a shirt and shorts from a bundle, and slipped them on just in time.
The warriors arrived seconds later.
One of them transformed the moment he saw us, and Corin immediately shoved me behind him with a snarl.
Seriously?
Caleb, the leader of the warriors, stepped forward, his sharp gaze flicking over both of us.
“Sentinel. Is everything all right?”
“There’s no problem. Leave,” Corin snapped.
Caleb’s eyes lingered a moment longer, then his expression shifted.
He knew.
He could feel the bond. And he knew exactly what we had been doing. Tears rose up hot in my cheeks.
Caleb nodded his head in comprehension, and turned to precede the others away.
As they were out of sight, Corin loosened his hold on my hand.
“He knows,” was all he said, as though it were the last thing in the world that you wanted to happen.
And maybe for him, it was.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, though I wasn’t sure who I was apologizing to, him, for existing? Or myself, for giving in?
“Let’s go,” he said, already walking.
“Go? Where?”
“Back to the pack. Try to keep up.”
And then he took off.
A thread of Alpha command wrapped around his words, just enough that my wolf responded instinctively, pushing me to follow.
We moved fast, though not as fast as we could in wolf form. I could tell he was holding back so I wouldn’t fall behind. I hated that I noticed.
Eventually we stopped at a familiar house, his. I paused at the front step. My feet refused to move.
“Why did you stop?” he asked.
“What are we doing here?”
“Get in.”
He hadn’t used Alpha power, but his voice had weight, and I crossed the threshold anyway.
The place was massive. Dark wood, clean lines, and completely impersonal. No photos. No warmth. A perfect reflection of him.
He led me upstairs to a room at the end of the hall and pushed open the door.
“Inside.”
I stepped in and stared around at the cold, beautiful space.
Something hit my chest and I fumbled to catch it.
It was a shirt. A familiar one.
Devon’s.
“What is this for?”
“Take those clothes off. Shower. Put that on.”
“What?”
“You reek of another wolf. If you don’t get that scent off you, I will do it myself.”
“You can’t just—”
“Strip,” he commanded.
My hand moved before I could stop it.
I fought him with everything I had, but I was still unbuttoning the shirt I’d thrown on seconds ago. My fingers trembled. I couldn’t go through this again.
His gaze burned into me, tracking each button I undid like it was a countdown.
“Stop,” I begged, my voice small. “Please.”
I reached the last button, and his eyes never left my hands as I slowly pulled the fabric open.
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