All her fear, anger, and resentment over what the Riverstone Pack had done had overwhelmed any other need she might have had. But in only moments, Kellen had melted all that away. The friction he created arched her back as she pressed into him, wanting to get closer. She closed her eyes, letting him take her away from the dank motel and drift on the brisk waves of desire. He kept her there, his finger starting and stopping in a precise rhythm, keeping her on the edge for so long she thought she might die of wanting him inside her. Then his finger disappeared.
Okay, you rat. Two can play at that game.
Instead of letting him plunge inside her, she shimmied down his body to take him in her mouth, running her tongue along the underside, stroking his tip, giving as good as she almost got, then taking it away just like he had. Oh, the look on his face. His sadness disappeared completely with only ecstasy remaining, his eyes closed.
She continued teasing him until he hauled her back up his body and plunged his finger back where it belonged. At this rate she wouldn't last much longer. It must have been obvious because he pulled away again, positioned himself between her knees, then entered her with a fierce thrust.
It still didn't touch her core and allow her to finish what he’d started. She pushed her heels down and raised her hips, giving him greater access. Now he touched her where she needed him. Together they rocked in rhythm together until they spilled over, both crying out at the same time.
He pulled her close and held her in a tight embrace. She curled into it, snug against his chest. It took time for their breathing to return to normal, for her to remember where they were and what brought them to this point.
"Are you okay with this?" she whispered in his ear, not ready to let him go.
He pulled out of her and rolled to the side. His hand pushed back her hair that had tangled and spilled down her face and over her breasts.
"I almost can't even see you under there."
She smiled. He was okay now. If there was anything she could do to keep all his pain away she would do it. That smile was worth everything.
"I must look like a mess."
"That would apply to both of us."
They just stared at each other for a moment, not saying anything. "We should wash up and eat dinner," he said.
"Oh my God."
"What?"
"Leo. The snacks. The coffee." Another horrible thought intruded. "Do you think they heard us?"
Kellen tilted his head as if listening for something. "I don't hear the TV next door, so they probably ate then went out for a run in the woods. That's usually what we do after dinner. Don't worry and don't get embarrassed. I'll shower first, then get our coffee next door. I'll warm it up while you shower."
"Okay. What about after that?" Might as well find out now if this meant more to him than just a roll in the hay.
He shrugged. "We can sleep in the other bed, so we'll have clean sheets."
Knowing he at least wanted to spend the night with her heartened her and gave her all the gooey feelings that she only thought existed in novels or movies. It was all she could do not to smile like a fool. She waited until he'd closed the door to the shower to sweep her clothes and her knife off the floor. The knife reminded her that this was just a reprieve from the danger they were about to walk into.
She'd worry about that tomorrow. Tonight, all she wanted to think about was herself with Kellen in bed wrapped in happiness.
Chapter
Thirteen
Waking up curled into Kellen's chest caused a wave of absolute relaxation to wash over Samara. The heat radiating off his skin reminded her of how he kept her warm in the woods even in wolf form. More so now than even yesterday, she knew that she wanted him by her side. She realized she would do whatever it took to make that happen.
His wolf and hers be damned.
Though she lay still so as not to wake him, the rising sun slipped through the holes in the window shades and caused him to stir. His eyes opened and found hers. Damn, those eyes. She swore he must have put a spell on her because underneath his gentle nature, he radiated a controlled power like nothing else she'd experienced before. If she could have stayed in bed forever with him, she would have, except her stomach had other ideas.
The low grumble from her empty stomach made her laugh. "Sorry about that, but I need food."
He inhaled deeply before pulling her into a kiss that reignited all her sensitive nerve endings. She would have happily given into his want of pleasure except her stomach growled again. "Damn."
He laughed, not at all disappointed. "We should get ready. Leo and Stephen have been up for over an hour."
He showered while she set up a quick bedside picnic of whatever food she found in the ice chest. She couldn't wait for him, so she ate, then swapped places with him while he flipped on the television and started his own breakfast.
