Wolfe rested his forehead between my breasts, until his breathing slowed, then he pulled back, but his cock stayed buried inside me.
The moment our eyes locked the damn bond stirred again.
“Fuck,” Wolfe groaned cupping my face. “Do you feel that?”
“Yes.” The pull was even stronger than before.
“It wants more. I want more.” His grip tightened around me. “I need you again.”
“I need you too.”
“Good. Let’s get out of here.”
He lowered to my lips again and portaled me away in a swarm of shadows.
Chapter 46
Elariya
“A New Life”
We'd been awake for a while now, neither of us speaking. We were content to simply exist in this stolen moment of peace and closeness.
Dawn crept across the sky, painting the land in shades of fire and crimson, and the world outside was slowly coming alive.
I watched it from the cocoon of Wolfe's wings, wrapped around me like the most precious blanket.
We lay in a bed. I had no idea where we were. And I didn’t want to ask.
All I knew was this place was beautiful,hewas beautiful, and I didn’t want to leave yet.
We were in a beach house, the room rustic with exposed beams overhead, bamboo and thatched palm walls, and shutters that carried the sound of distant waves.
The tide rolled in steady breaths beyond the walls, as if the sea itself slept beside us. We’d been here all night. Far away from everyone and all things that troubled us. Here our passion had thrived.
My back pressed against the solid warmth of his chest, rising and falling with each steady breath. Wolfe’s arm was drapedover my waist, his hand splayed across my stomach, anchoring me to him.
I could feel every inch of him—the hard planes of muscle, the heat radiating from his skin, the way his heartbeat thrummed against my spine in a rhythm that had become as familiar as my own.
The bond had faded sometime in the night. I didn’t know when. The urge to be near each other had decreased, giving us time to sleep. But we woke like this. Together in silence, still touching and naked, skin pressed against skin.
It felt like the in between moment of all decisions. The breath between breaks where you decided which way you wanted to go.
Wolfe traced a finger across my hip.
The touch felt like a test. He knew I was awake. But he didn’t know what I was thinking.
The stroke came again. This time moving higher, skimming over my breasts. The touch saidI want you—and I hope you want me too.
“The bond is gone, Ziyka,” he murmured against my hair, his voice still rough with sleep.
“I know,” I whispered back.
He sighed deep and the rumble of it vibrated through his chest, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.
“I can’t stop touching you,” he whispered, his tone cautious as if he didn’t want to shatter the quiet intimacy of the moment.
This was just us now. No bond driving us to do what we already wanted to do.
