She’d better be okay. I could never live with myself if she wasn’t. I felt so empty and depressed knowing she was sick right now, healing from injuries I had sustained. I didn’t feel like myself, I felt empty, sad, and … off. I was about to say as much when the truth of what I’d just said knocked into me like a truck. In all the drama of almost dying, I’d totally forgotten.
My wolf.
‘I’m so sorry!’I sobbed as I reached out to her through our bond, horrified that I’d forgotten her for a moment in all the near-death drama. But she didn’t answer. She was cuffed, gagged, cut off from me as I was from Sawyer when I’d been in a similar situation.
Sawyer looked down at me, seemingly confused at my sudden sobfest.
“Sawyer, my wolf,” I croaked, the full weight and emptiness of knowing half of my soul was in prison while I was free settling into me.
He nodded solemnly, setting Creek and I on the bed as he crawled in beside us. “I know. I’m so sorry, my love.”
“But…” My eyes brimmed over with tears and Sawyer reached up and cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him.
I was met with the fiery yellow gaze of his wolf.
“Demi Calloway-Hudson, I willnotlet anything bad happen to any part of you. I promise.” His voice was barely human, thick with his wolf, and I nodded, trusting in him.
I needed to lean on him right now, because where I was, it was too dark, and he was my beacon of light.
Lying together with our son between us, I couldn’t help but think that my wolf had again sacrificed something so that I could be free.
‘I’m sorry,’I told her.‘I’m so sorry.’
I rested my forehead on Sawyer’s, and we both lay there a long time before I finally got up and showered off all the dried blood. Then we fell asleep, for the first time as a family.
Creek criedfor a bottle in the middle of the night and I groggily got up to make one. Shuffling with my baby out into the kitchen, I found that Sage already had one in her hands. “Heard him crying. I’ll take him until morning.” She tipped her head at the room Sawyer slept in and gestured for me to go back and lay with him.
I was so exhausted after nearly dying, I wasn’t going to argue. I nodded gratefully, and shuffled back down the hallway. Slipping in bed beside Sawyer, I tried not to wake him, but he stirred anyway.
“Is it the baby? Need help?” he asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. “I’m up. I’ll change a diaper or whatever you need.”
Bleary-eyed, he looked at me through tousled hair and long lashes. Shirtless, covered in tattoos, Sawyer had never looked sexier. This new felon Sawyer was hot as all hell, and my body suddenly thrummed to life with need.
“Sage has him.” I inched closer to him, my pelvis lining up with his hardness, and he froze.
It had been a year since either of us had touched each other, and our bodies seemed to realize it at this very moment. It was like someone flipped a switch and we both turned into horny rabbits.
Reaching out, he grabbed my hips and pulled them harder into him as I clung to his neck, bringing his face closer to mine.
Our mouths met in a hungry, messy, sexy-as-all-hell kiss. It burned with fire and passion the likes of which I’d never seen from him before. We were hungry for each other in a way that felt almost dangerous, in a way that almost hurt. I raked my nails along his neck, down to his abs, not caring if I pushed a little too hard. I wanted to claim him, I wanted todevourhim.
He wasmine.
A growl ripped from his throat and then suddenly he was on top of me, pinning me underneath him. I pawed at my underwear, trying to struggle out of them, when he reached down and yanked them hard, tearing them off.
Yes. Holy motherfucking yes.
I moaned, so ready for this as I pulled off my t-shirt in one swift move. I’d dreamed about this for so long at the cabin in the woods. Being with Sawyer again, making love.
Reaching into his boxers, gripping his hardness, I tried lining him up with my center.
“Not yet,” he commanded in his deep, authoritative alpha voice.
“Yes yet,” I huffed, trying again to line our bodies up.
He grinned, and I was about to beg him when he dragged his tongue down my neck and circled my nipple. My skin prickled, my core tightening as I arched my hips, searching for him.
“Sawyer. Please,” I begged.
