She rapidly shook her head, trying to push him away, but then he shoved a finger inside her and she went lax. He drove her up, lashing her clit with his rough tongue. She fought him and herself, laughing, and then finally she gave in and held on. He pushed her over the edge fast. The orgasm tore through her. She grabbed the sleeve of a hanging shirt and shoved it into her mouth to stifle her gasps.
God, this was fun.
When her knees gave out, he caught her before she hit the floor. Then—what the hell—he followed her down. They were twisted into part of the closet, his legs bent at unnatural angles, but somehow he managed to get his jeans off.
“Where did Nadia go?” Margaret’s voice came clearly through the door.
Nadia’s eyes widened. She clapped a hand over her mouth and shoved against him.
Oh no.
Too late.
He nudged her sex, feeling her wetness spill around him. Excellent. Then he slowly started to push inside her, trying to be gentle. God, she felt amazing. Her arousal scented the air around them, and he fought the urge to growl. Her body arched and she wrapped both legs around his waist.
Oh good. Same page.
“I dunno,” Bussy said. “She was right here. Maybe she went outside to see if she can shift.”
“Well, she better not have,” Margaret retorted. “She’s still not feeling well.”
Nadia moved frantically beneath him, half fighting and half pulling him closer. God, she felt good around him. Like fire and honey mixed together.
“I don’t know where else she’d be,” Bussy said from the room. “But I don’t blame her. What are all those journals?”
Their voices drifted away as he started to move, pounding as quietly as he could, going deep. This felt like heaven and sin all at once. He tucked a hand under Nadia’s sweet ass and lifted her. Her nails dug deeper into his chest, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, she pulled him closer.
He tried to make it quick, changing his angle, brushing her clit, and she exploded again. She wrapped both arms around his neck and yanked him close, her teeth latching onto his skin in a silent scream. He buried his face in her neck and followed her into the fire.
When it was over, he sagged, satiated, amusement still buzzing through him.
She released his neck, and he leaned back to look at her in the dim light slipping through the slats of the door. She shook her head, amusement in her eyes, her movements lazy. He stayed inside her, because that was exactly where he wanted to be.
Oh, they had fights with other wolves coming. Probably to the death.
His most important goal was keeping her safe. His body needed some help right now. Those women needed to leave. He was not built for this closet, and his left foot was going numb at that angle.
“She should be back soon,” Bussy said outside. “I guess we’ll just sit here and wait for her. Have a seat, Margaret.”
Caidrik’s head jerked. Nadia’s body shook as she laughed silently beneath him.
Oh God.
Forget the trials. Forget the fights to the death.
He might not survive this night.
Chapter 22
Nadia finished her breakfast at the long table with the journals spread out in front of her. Her body was deliciously sore and tired from playing with Caidrik the night before. He’d stayed until early that morning before heading back out her window. She rubbed her arms, rolling her eyes at herself. Why was she enjoying breaking the rules so much?
Or perhaps she was just enjoying Caidrik.
She glanced outside at the wintery day. Snow pressed against the windows in uneven drifts, softening the edges of the world outside. Pale winter light crept in through the glass and settled across the table, catching on the rim of her mug and the faint steam still curling from it.
She giggled at remembering poor Caidrik folded up in that closet. Oh, they'd had to stay in there for quite a while until finally Bussy and Margaret had left. The memory made her mouth curve even as she fidgeted in her chair, the ache in her muscles reminding her exactly why she was tender.
Back to work. No more daydreaming about Caidrik’s hard body.
