“Would you like me to do it again?” His voice stays gentle. Deceivingly calm. “Wake you up with my tongue some other time?”
Duh.
“Yes.”
“Would you want just my mouth?” he asks, pausing in his trail of kisses. He lifts his head then, gray eyes dark and searching as they meet mine from between my thighs. “Or would you want more next time? While you dream, do you want me to get your pussy wet and aching for me, and then wake you up by sinking my thick cock in you, baby?”
The thought—and the images that follow—nearly short-circuits my brain. Heat and need coil tight and insistent, my hips lifting toward his face in silent offering of their own accord. Like they’re already answering his question for me.
The sound I make is quiet but unmistakably one of a wanting omega.
I don’t give him a simple yes or no. I give him something more than that.
“I trust you not to hurt me, Ren.”
He finally reacts.
The shift is so quick my thoughts lag behind it. He’s there between my legs, then he’s not. On his knees, Rennick’s arms wrap around my middle and lift me from the nest. My legs wrap around his waist, and my chest collides with his. I melt intohim instinctually, craving all points of contact I can get. When he kisses me it’s dripping with unrestrained urgency. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and I taste myself there, the intimacy of it making my head spin.
When he finally pulls away, we’re both breathing hard.
He stands from the nest with me still in his arms, my limbs hooking tightly around him automatically as he holds me close.
“Where are we going?” I rasp. A little disoriented, I glance back toward the nest I don’t really want to leave. “I thought… I thought we were going to…” The rest of the question trails off.
He glances down at me tenderly as he steps out of the closet and into the bright blanket of morning light filling his bedroom. “Trust me, I want to.”
I blink against the sudden brightness, trying to clear my now spotty vision.
“But you don’t heal like a wolf,” he continues gently. “Not yet, anyway. And I know you’re probably still sore from last night?—”
“I’m fine.”
“I wasn’t as gentle with you as I should have been,” he says, completely unfazed, like I hadn’t spoken at all.
“And who says I wanted gentle?” I counter, lifting my brow. “I’ve gone too long without your touch, Ren. I’ll take you any way I can get you.”
“Yeah, well, the feeling’s fucking mutual.” He presses a kiss to my temple. “Why do you think I couldn’t resist putting my hands you, even when you were sleeping?”
My face heats.
He carries me into the bathroom, past the massive shower we already christened last night, and heads toward the very large soaking tub. He keeps one arm securely around me while he reaches down to start filling it.
Standing straight again, he waits for the water to heat.
“I know you say you’re okay,” he tells me quietly, dipping his head so his forehead rests against mine. “But everything in me is screaming to take care of you right now.” His voice takes on a rough, raw edge that makes my chest clench. “You won’t accept my mark yet, and knowing you’re going to keep suffering without it makes me feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin. I can’t fix that yet. But I can give you a bath. I can help ease the ache I caused. Will you let me do that, baby? Will you let me tend to you the only way I can right now?Please.”
He said please.
How can I possibly refuse him now? And besides, only a fool refuses a man who wants to give them a bubble bath.
I nod, agreeing, but I still add my condition. “Only if you join me.”
The look on his face tells me it was never even a question.
Somethingraw and restless has started to stir beneath Rennick’s skin.
I sensed it the moment he lifted me from the bathtub, wrapped me in a towel, and kissed both my flushed cheeks
