I can’t hurt him,my wolf says.
I don’t know what her deal is. Usually, I have trouble holding her back from a fight, but with Caleb, I can’t get her out.
We’re not hurting him. He asked us to fight.
I’m not doing it, she protests with her nose in the air.
Think of it as a reason to touch him and impress him at the same time with our skill...
That was all I needed to convince my wolf. She takes the first shot to lunge, but she narrowly misses him.
We get into a scuffle that only lasts for a few minutes until we’re ground fighting. We roll from a mossy patch to the base of a big tree.
Caleb ends up on top of me, pinning my wrists to the ground, thrilled and sporting a cocky, victory grin. Out of breath, he says, “You know... I think I prefer you on your back.”
“I wouldn’t get too excited,” I pant.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
In one swift motion, I plant my feet, buck my hips and arch into a bridge, twisting until I’m on top of him. I snatch the arrow and hold it across his neck. “That’s how you get killed.”
Our chests heave in the same rhythm. Aside from our synched breaths, silence hums between us. Everything else falls away.
He stares deep in my eyes with unbridled heat. They drift to my lips. A magnetic pull, burdened with tension, swells under our unwavering gaze.
“Fuck it.” In one swift motion, he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down to him. His head tilts, and I enter his protective realm.
Caleb clouds my senses with the capturing of my lips.
I toss the arrow somewhere behind us and let myself sink deep into our kiss. Caleb’s scent, his tongue massaging mine, and his taste consume my mind.
He grips my hip, holds my head to him and assaults my mouth before rolling over me, blanketing me beneath him.
My legs spread around him, inviting him in.
Caleb accepts the invitation immediately. His hardened package rubs up against just the right spot as our kiss deepens. It’s like there’s an intrinsic desire boiling inside us, and we can’tchase it fast enough. He has a need to touch and taste every inch of me and I, him. His caress is the only one that could ease this fire inside me.
I grab him through his shorts, and he moans into my mouth before moving from my lips to my neck to focus on my touch.
His breathing labors, and his body slowly relaxes at the sensation. Just before he can completely give himself to me, he catches a second wind and pins my wrists above my head with one hand. “I’m not done with you yet.” He nips and tugs at my ear lobe with his teeth, as he gathers my shirt up freeing my breasts with his other hand. He curls his fingers into my flesh, scratching my stomach as he kisses his way to my neck and palms at my breast.
“For the record, I still hate you,” I pant.
I’m not convincing in the slightest.
His movements are fast, and he’s everywhere but where I need him, causing my head to reel. And I’ve lost all sense of where I once was, including where I stood in my hatred of him. How could I find hatred in a man who takes his time with me? He pauses what he’s doing and stares into my soul. He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?” Eyes locked on me, he slides a hand beneath my panties and moves the fabric aside to feel how soaked I am.
I moan and spread my legs further apart at his touch, in invitation.
He whispers in my ear, “You don’t feel like you hate me.” He kisses the top of my breast and rubs tantalizing circles over my clit. “No... The only person you hate... is yourself. Because you like when I do this...” He stops, drags his finger to my pussy and slowly dips it inside me.
“And this . . .” He inserts another. “And since you like all of that . . . I can only imagine you’ll lose it with this . . .”
And there goes a third, pumping in and out of me at rhythmic speed. He has me stretched and filled to the brim.
I arch my back, and my mouth forms an O.
Caleb captures my mouth with his, effectively taking my breath away.
