He was quieter this time. “As long as you need.”
“I didn’t think you had control over it.”
“I don’t. My body is responding to yours, I think.”
I sat up and scanned his face. “I didn’t know that was how it worked.”
Weston shook his head slowly. “Me either, but here we are. You have a need. It seems my body’s response is to fulfill that need for as long as you require. My cock has never lasted longer than a half-hour after completion, max. Yet last night it lasted over an hour and didn’t subside until you’d passed out. I’d beenworried you’d drain all my fluids before you were finally done with me.”
I stared at him mutely, wanting to argue. I wanted to accuse him of trying to put last night on me again. But right now, his body inside mine felt too good and I didn’t want to jeopardize losing it. Right now, I did have a need, and I did want him to fulfill it. Whether it was my doing or his, I didn’t really care.
I laid back down against his chest. He rubbed my back gently, gliding his fingers along my skin. His release of breath seemed tranquil. Maybe he needed this, too. Maybe it was both of us responding to each other in this moment, forgetting the horrible outside world.
“Do you want to stay here, or would you rather settle in a bed?” he asked as I watched the emberflies.
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“I’m not worried about me.”
He must’ve been, though, on his knees, leaning back against a tree with no real support, his muscles bulging to keep the position. If I hadn’t known anything else about him, I’d think he was a true gentleman. A saint, maybe, sacrificing his own comfort to ensure I was looked after. Someone that would put my needs above his own.
Sadly, that was the stuff of fairy tales, and my life was anything but. In reality, he was just ensuring I didn’t have a breakdown before he delivered me to the dragons.
I pushed off his chest and pulled the back of his neck to get him upright again. At least I could relish in the journey before the harsh light of day burned away all the pixie dust.
“One more,” I murmured, pushing my breast toward his mouth. He sucked in the peak, swirling his tongue and making my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Then bed,” I whispered.
If he was allowing me to control this, I’d get my fill. His cock now, and then his body wrapped around mine protectively asthough I was some sort of priceless treasure he was scared to let leave his sight.
If I was going to dream, I’d dream big.
Chapter 15
Aurelia
“Now, love, how do you feel?” Hadriel pushed into the tent with a steaming cup of the horrible tasting tea in his hand.
I was dressed and ready, having woken up with the big alpha curled around me, just as I’d wanted, his lips against my bare shoulder, his arms holding me close. He had laid me there last night, the two of us merged as one.
As predicted, of course, the morning brought its troubles. It hadn’t taken long for him to roll away and for my situation to become real again. We’d had a moment, yes. But that moment had passed.
Still, it had been great while it lasted. The sex had been fucking amazing. Out of this world. The only awkward part had been when he was carrying me through camp, only one tent setup. Everyone else would sleep under the stars in wolf form, as was easier for a pack on the move. He’d had me put on my shirt, had covered my bare ass with our remaining clothes, and had even held me in a somewhat awkward position as he strutted to the tent, confident and strong and somehow not at all mortified. He’d barked at everyone to turn around at our passing, givingme the respect of whatever privacy could be managed. It was chivalrous and kind, and if he’d stayed that way, my heart might’ve melted just a little bit towards him.
Unfortunately, this morning he was back to being an insufferable prick. He’d barked at me to get up and get dressed. The sooner he could get me to the dragons, the better. My time for emotional turbulence was over. There were clearly more important things to do, like hurry me to my death.
“Fine.” I stood and reached for the tea. “Sorry about yesterday. About...” I motioned to my eyes. “You know.”
“Don’t you dare, you horrible creature.” He frowned at me comically before handing me the mug. “I had a good cry as well. Then I asked the hottest guy in this mini-detail for a pity lay.”
I nearly spit out the tea I’d sipped. “How did that go?”
His lips pulled wide, stretching out his little mustache. “Not amazing. He told me to suck it up or it would be his foot in my ass, not his cock. I, of course, told him I could work with whatever got him off. He did not find that joke amusing, especially when he realized I wasn’t joking.” He shrugged. “It was worth a shot. Okay, here we go. We have a lot of ground to cover today, and I am hoping to do it without you jumping horse, so to speak.”
He ushered me to his beautiful horse who I was positive glanced back at me with an ill-suffering look. Poor thing. I felt bad for it. Weston sat at the front again, his head bowed, reading. Prick.
“Have you ever heard,” I said softly, leaning close, “that an al?—“
“Nope.” Hadriel waggled his finger in my direction.
