This was where Aidan slept? I dimly wondered at the huge expanses of white on either side of where Wild had dropped me. Not for comfort, I sensed, but for capacity. Aidan had denied me, but had this bed been designed for exactly this?
The old curiosity attempted to peek through the haze of need, but a soft command from Wild brought my eyes back to him before I could follow the question too far. “Eyes on me, Flower.”
My wolf was so close to the surface that I could feel her need, feral and frenzied. No doubt my eyes were glowing.
But Wild's expression remained calm and unlit. My mind reeled, trying to remember everything the Scottish she-wolves had told me about heat. Wasn’t the smell supposed to turn males frantic and crazed? Why was he so calm when I felt so desperate?
“Did he hurt ye, Flower?” Wild wrapped one of my bare legs around his fully clothed waist. “Deny ye in your time of need?”
He wasn't naked like that morning when he showed me the difference between disgust and desire outside the circle. In fact, he was still wearing the same tunic I'd seen him in last. But the heavy sex behind his pants split my folds, pressing into the newly discovered nub of sensitive flesh.
I ground my hips against his length. So damn grateful to have him here on top of me, ready and willing to give me what I need.
“Ye haven’t answered my questions.” Wild cupped my face again and ran his rough thumb over an unexpectedly sensitive spot on my neck.
“Yes!Yes!” An erotic shudder rippled through me as I answered him, unable to catch my breath.
“It hurts,” I gasped.
“It hurts?” Wild lifted up to smile down at me ever so tenderly. Before saying, “Good.”
Naomi
Good?
Confusion began to replace my gratitude. “What…?”
“That’s right, Flower.What?” Wild began moving his mouth down my neck with soft kisses, but his voice became hard as he asked, “What did I tell ye would happen if ye ran?”
I froze, a crack of icy dread splintering through my heart.
“That you’d catch me,” I answered nonetheless. On a whisper. “That Sea wouldn’t protect me. That the two of you would take turns.”
“Good, good, Flower,” he said as if I’d answered a trivia question right.
But instead of rewarding me, he hitched his hips back, cruelly removing his heavy length from my mound.
His lip grazed but didn’t quite kiss my swollen breasts or the dark brown nipples that were rock hard and distended with need. “What else did I say?”
I wished I had no idea what he was talking about. But the answer to this question also came out on a shaky breath, “That in the end, I’d beg you to take me.”
“So, you understand.” Wild was at my lower tummy now, just above my mound. “Ye fully know why I must punish ye for what you did.”
I did. And I didn’t.
“Please, Wild,” I pleaded without him having to ask me to — pride was a distant value I could no longer access. “I’m begging you. Please.”
But if Wild heard me, he didn’t show it.
Instead of removing his clothes and taking me like Lorcan, and then Ronan took Amanda, he kissed the inside of my thighs, sending another shudder of desire through my body. Without sating it.At all.
“Wild, please…” I begged some more, squirming on the bed.
“Tell ye what, I’ll give ye my fingers.” A new pressure invaded the drenched space between my legs. Rough and blunt. “How does that feel, then?”
Better than my own hand. My sex greedily clenched around his fingers as new sensations began to crackle through my body. But still…
“Not enough!” I cried out. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
