“My pleasure.” I stood to gather our plates while she sealed up the leftovers and put them in her fridge. After the table was clear and the dirty dishes were stacked in the dishwasher, there was nothing left for me to do but leave.
“Well, I guess I should—” When I turned, Wyn stood right behind me, staring up with her dazzling mahogany eyes, flecked with gold and amber, absolutely sparkling for me.
“Sit down, Fen,” she said, and her tone begged no argument.
The speed with which my ass hit the chair should have surprised me, but with Wyn’s tantalizing scent enveloping me and the haughty look dancing behind her gaze, I would have moved an entire mountain if she asked.
“Wyn?” I opened my legs when she stepped closer to move in between them.
“Shut up.” She rested her hands on my shoulders and inhaled, closing her eyes like she was savoring every note. “I’ve been arguing with myself all day.”
Confused, I opened my mouth to ask her why she’d done that when she was supposed to be resting, but she cut me off.
“I said be quiet.” She raised an eyebrow and smiled when I promptly snapped my jaw shut. “I don’t need a wolf trampling into my life. I certainly don’t need the complication of…whatever this is.”
I knew that. She’d been very clear this morning, even as she let me have my wicked way with her ass and cunt. I’d brought this on myself. I’d never let myself commit to anyone, and although all of my previous romantic encounters ended on a friendly note, Wyn had no reason to think I’d be serious about her.
But I was. In that moment, I was. I’d give up everything to come home to her night after night, and I didn’t know how much her presence soothed this despondent ache in my soul until I spent the last four days caring for her, giving to her, making sure she was happy and healthy.
“I’ve never been someone to take things for myself,” she continued, ghosting her fingers up my neck in a gentle caress. “I’m not a selfish person. It isn’t in my nature. I’m supposed to give to the pack.”
I didn’t like that, and my fangs elongated in protest. She was a person, a shifter, with completely acceptable needs, before she was a healer. Her specific magical ability was an accessory to who she was, not her identity.
“But maybe I want…” She traced up my jaw to my cheeks, brushing her knuckles over my scruff before tenderly outlining my lips.
I opened them for her, praying she stuck them inside so I could suck them with the reverence I wanted to pay to the rest of her body.
“Maybe I want this for myself,” she murmured. “Does that make me bad? Does that make me selfish?”
“No, Wyn,” I whispered. “It’s normal to want touch, to want affection and love.”
She hummed and coasted her exploration up to my temples before brushing them back through my hair, scratching her nails over my scalp. A tremor ricocheted down my back, my skin prickling with the sensation of being so close to her, of having her touch me so freely.
“Is that what this is?” Wyn’s voice hitched. “Affection? Love?”
I ached to touch her, to bring my fingers to the back of her legs, fold her thighs over my lap, and let her ride me until she went limp. But I didn’t dare move. I couldn’t break whatever trance this was, and it was clear she wanted the control here. She wanted to take the reins, and, ever the fucking slut for her, I wanted to let her.
I closed my eyes and allowed the feeling of being touched to rattle through me. She tunneled her fingers through my hair, and I leaned into her, a deep rumble pouring from my chest.
“I’ll be whatever you want,” I whispered. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
A sharp jolt went through my body as she tightened her fingers in my hair and yanked. I gasped, my eyes snapping open, but it didn’t hurt. No, it ricocheted through my chest and down to my cock, which gave a half-hearted throb. Memories of her doing that same thing while I had my head between her legs drifted to the forefront of my mind, and my wolf surged forward, batting the measly human out of the way.
Her eyes glowed, and her fangs emerged from under her parted lips, but I froze, my hands hovering over her thighs, the inches between us blazing with tension and unfulfilled desire.
Seeming to come to her senses, she let go of my hair and stepped back with a shake of her head. “I’m sorry. That was?—”
“Don’t stop.” I panted and curled my fingers into fists to keep from reaching out to her. My muscles shook with restraint, with the urge to follow her command and stay seated until she released me. I’d been the one in control this morning, but she’d needed that from me. Now, I was more than happy to relinquish that power if she wanted it. The lengths I’d go to please her, to have her, surprised me, and fuck if I didn’t want to lose it.
CHAPTER 7
Morwyn
I didn’t know what came over me. Halfway through dinner, I’d been ready to shut him down, to tell him this was nice and I appreciated his help, but it had to end here. I had my life at the infirmary. I didn’t have time for love and romance. But as the night went on, my excuses faded into the distance. Was it really so wrong to want something for myself? Did it mean I was less dedicated to the pack if I had this one slice of happiness? More importantly, did I care?
“Wyn,” he murmured, drawing my focus to his shimmering ice blue eyes. “If you want me, I’m yours.”
It was all the consent I needed. I closed the distance between us and pressed my mouth to his, moaning at how soft and hot his was. I grabbed his hair, his neck, his jaw, any place I could touch, and he took advantage of my parted lips to wrestle his tongue inside. Electric energy coursed under my skin, propelling me onto his lap. I draped my legs over his, and he grabbed my hips to rock me closer, connecting his hard arousal to my drenched, aching cunt, and the potent scent of our combined lust filled the space between us.
