He turned. Emma watched him, eyes blurred with livid tears. Every part of her cried out to pull him back, scream in his face. To finally give him the telling off that had been building in her chest for over a decade.
She grabbed his sleeve. He let out a surprised growl, letting her yank him around. He always did, even at the start. She’d been surprised—all that fur and muscle, and he’d let a five-foot-nothing human tug him around like it was nothing. Then he kept letting her until he turned away from her that very last time. She’d reached for him and found him unmovable—like she was something he could shrug off on his way to his bright future.
And here he was. Standing there all contrite, eyes averted like they always were when he didn’t want to have a conversation. But he didn’t pull away.
“I hate you,” Emma hissed.
Arthur winced. “Emma—”
She cut him off with a vicious kiss.
CHAPTERELEVEN
She rode him into the cabin’s plush carpet, teeth bared.
“Say it,” she told him.
He stared up at her, claws digging into her hips. They still had their shirts on, having barely managed to get her sweatpants off and his pants around his knees before she sat on his cock, so deep and fast it stung. He’d had to hold up her thighs, lowering her down until her pained gasps turned to sighs.
He was still staring, mouth hanging open to expose that beautiful pink tongue.
She worked her hips faster. “I saidsay it.”
“I missed you,” he said instantly. “Fuck, I missed you so much.”
She yanked her shirt up and her bra down, thumbing her nipples, trying to find the furiousness from before: biting his lip as he carried her inside, shoving him down onto the carpet so hard he grunted. But he was sohugeinside of her, hitting her sweet spot every time she moved, not to mention that face. Those big golden eyes kept ruining it. He gazed up at her so tenderly. Every time his eyes squeezed shut on some glorious flex of her hips, he forced them back open. Like he wanted to look at her as much as he could. Drinking her in to save for the drought later.
“Please,” he gasped. “Shit, let me touch you.”
She moaned, feeling him throb inside her. “You are touching me.”
His big fingers flexed on her hips. “All of you. Please, I want it so bad. You’re so beautiful.”
Beautiful. He could’ve said hot or sexy or anything else, but he had to go with that sweet word.
She bit her lip. She kept telling herself this was going to be impersonal, angry,rough. But every part of her wanted to let him wrap her up in those stupid warm arms like he used to. Let him take care of her like he always did.
“Goddamnit,” she panted. “Fine.”
His hands were off her hips instantly. Sliding up her stomach, feeling the pouch thatdefinitelywasn’t there when she was nineteen, cupping her breasts with something that looked a lot like reverence. He touched her thighs, pocked with fresh claw marks. Then, like she knew he would, he ran his hands down her spine and sat up, burying his face in her neck. Holding her close.
Emma groaned into his mane as he started to take over, bouncing her in his lap. His hips moved in small, minute thrusts like he knew he wasn’t supposed to but couldn’t help himself. His thrusts grew stronger when she didn’t tell him to lie back down and cut it out.
She was thinking about it. It just felt so damngoodbeing surrounded by him again. Nobody held her like he did, tight and satisfying. Nobodyfuckedher like he did, impossibly huge and deep while he let out these helpless little growls against her cheek. He smelled like the expensive fur creams he’d brought along from LA, but underneath it was the scent she’d fallen asleep with for so much of high school. Just Arthur—stripped bare.
She stilled, letting him drive harder into her. She could feel the start of a knot at the base of his cock, just barely catching on her rim with each thrust.
“Knot me,” she gasped.
His hips faltered. He pulled back, looking down at her. “You sure?”
She nodded fervently.
Arthur’s golden eyes snapped shut, a groan forced between his fangs. He buried himself deep inside, holding her so tight it hurt.
She moaned helplessly. She’dmissedthis. Being crushed close, his arms shaking around her as his cock swelled. Tiny, jackrabbiting thrusts before his hips settled against her. He slumped, nuzzling her cheek.
“Emma,” he whispered. “Emma.”
