The werewolves nodded before spinning on their heels and exiting.
I smiled at Maya, her gaze still focused on the entryway. “Sothat’syour type, huh?” She whipped around, surprise flashing across her face, which only made my grin widen. “Tall, dark, and handsome?”
Marcus looked from me to his gamma. “What’s that?” he exclaimed.
“Nothing, Alpha,” Maya said, attempting to downplay my realization.
But it was too late.
“Jerome?” Marcus squealed, covering his mouth with his hands.
“If you two don’t need anything else…” Maya bowed without waiting for an answer and hurried away to safety.
With the door closed, I laughed out loud. “You didn’t know?” I asked Marcus.
He shook his head as he sat next to me on the bed. “She’s never shown interest inanyone. I thought maybe she was gay and too embarrassed to tell me.”
My jaw dropped. “Why the fuck would she be embarrassed to tell you that, Blackwood?”Was I going to have to kick this man’s ass?
But Marcus shrugged. “Because she’s my gamma, Sullivan. Strong. Scary… I thought maybe she didn’t want to be seen as a stereotype.” He held his hands up defensively when my glare didn’t waver. “I wouldn’t have had any problem with it… Attraction isn’t a choice…”
The way his words trailed off made me uneasy. I looked down at the floor, only to feel his hand on my chin, lifting my head to face him.
“You talked down to me in front of my wolves,” he whispered. “I’ve punished people for less.”
Then his lips were on mine, and he was kissing me, pulling me close.
I kissed him back, my arms wanting to slide around his neck. I wanted to cling to him. My fingers itched to tangle in his hair. But he held my arms down, careful of my injured shoulder. My body ached, not from pain, but from need.
His hand slid under my tank top, fingers tracing the edges of my bandages before moving up to cup my one exposed breast. I gasped into his mouth, my nipples hardening under his touch.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. I shivered, my body craving more of him. He gripped the hem of my tank top, carefully ripping it down the center, his eyes never leaving mine.
I sat before him, topless, my chest fluttering.
Marcus’s gaze roamed over my breast, my stomach, my neck—as if he were searching for any new wounds to kiss and make better.
I reached for him, my fingers finding the buttons of his flannel shirt. I undid them, my knuckles brushing against his chest. He shrugged out of the annoying barrier between me and his solid frame, and I finally ran my hands over his heated skin.
He stood, lifting me effortlessly, and laid me back on the pillows. His body hovered over mine, his weight supported on his arms. He looked down at me, his expression tender.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he murmured, his voice low and sensual.
Then he leaned down, capturing my lips in a slow, passionate kiss, his body pressing me into the mattress. He finally let me wrap my arms around him, my fingers digging into his back as his kiss deepened.
His hands roamed over me, fingers tracing the curves of my waist, my hips, my thighs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants, pulling them down and off, leaving me naked beneath him.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard as he looked down at me. His gaze lingered on the juncture of my thighs. He reached down, his fingers tracing the edges of my folds, his touch gentle and teasing.
I gasped, my hips arching into his touch. He slipped two fingers inside me, his thumb finding my clit and circling it slowly. I moaned, my body writhing beneath him as I felt the warmth of his breath when he replaced his thumb with his tongue.
Fucking hell.
He came back up, his lips capturing mine as his fingers brought me closer to the edge. I clung to him, clawing at his back as I came undone, my body convulsing around his fingers, my scream swallowed by his kiss.
He pulled away, his breath ragged as he looked down at me. His eyes were wild, his pupils dilated, his wolf close to the surface. “Do you need me to stop?”
I shook my head.
