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Safe.
That was the one thought running through my head as I slowly came awake. I wasn’t at home, I knew that, but wherever I was I felt safe.
And I wasn’t alone.
Jake’s scent clung to the air, but the pack scent that usually accompanied it had a subtle difference. My breath hitched as everything came flooding back. The fight, my injuries, and the late-night conversation I’d had with Jake.
We could kiss.
We could touch.
Everywhere.
Out of everything we’d talked about last night, that was front and centre in my mind. Reaching out a hand, I felt the warm, solid muscle of Jake’s stomach.
He sighed in his sleep, a soft moan escaping as I trailed my fingers lower. Soft hair ran in a trail down his belly; I followed its path, taking my time to do something that had been denied me for months.
“What are you doing?” Rough from sleep, Jake’s voice sent a shiver through me, and I looked up to find him watching me with amusement.
“I thought it was obvious.” I trailed my hand lower still. “I’m touching you. Because I can now.”
He caught my hand, stilling my movements. “How’re you feeling?”
“Better.” I linked my fingers with his. “Not fully healed.” I wasn’t about to lie to him, and he wouldn’t believe me anyway if I said otherwise. He’d seen my injuries first-hand. “But healed enough for what I want to do.”
His lips twitched. “And what’s that?”
I let go of his hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock instead. Only half-hard at the moment, I ran my thumb back and forth along his shaft, smiling to myself as that began to change. “I want to touch you,” I whispered, tearing my gaze away to meet his eyes again. “And I want to kiss you.” I leant forward and did just that. “Because we can now,” I murmured against his lips before kissing him again unable to stop myself now that nothing was standing in our way.
Gripping my hair, he angled my head to deepen the kiss into something that made my heart race and my toes curl. With Jake’s scent filling my lungs and his taste on my tongue, my wolf hummed in satisfaction, a warm contentment under my skin, because every part of me knew that this wasright.
Hewas right for me.
When we finally broke for air, I fully expected him to tell me I needed to rest more, that we had time now, but the fire in his eyes promised no such thing. Instead, he gripped my wrist, pulling my hand off him and holding it. “You sure you’re up to this?”
I nodded, then pushed my hips forwards enough so that my cock rubbed against his hip, showing him exactly how veryup to thisI was. “I’m sure.”
He grinned, then rolled onto his side to face me. “Like this,” he whispered, and dragged my leg over his hip, bringing us close enough that my cock now rubbed against his. He wrapped a hand around us both, grip teasingly loose. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” I managed, mouth dry as I looked down between our bodies, mesmerised by the sight. I’d imagined this moment, over and over. Sometimes my imagination had been the only thing that stopped me from screaming with frustration, but absolutely nothing compared to the real thing.
All my senses overloaded with everythingJake.
“I want to taste every part of you,” I murmured, ducking my head to kiss the base of his throat. “I want to touch you and map out every inch of your body and commit it to memory. To hear every growl and moan out of that beautiful mouth.” I trailed my hand down his chest and pinched his nipple, his answering growl making me grin. “And watch as you come all over my belly.”
His hand tightened around us,fucking finally, stroking up and down with a smoothness made easier with lube he’d found from somewhere. I was about to ask, but then he groaned, low and needy, and I suddenly didn’t give a fuck where it had come from.
I nipped and licked wherever I could reach, my hands in constant motion, making good on my promise of touching him everywhere. He was so warm, so solid under my palms, I never wanted to be away from him again.
“Only four,” he grunted, head tipped back to give me all the room I wanted.
“What?” With my brain offline, my only focus on the tight heat building with every slide and twist of his hand, his words made no sense.
“Four… senses.” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, a long groan spilling out as I let my fangs slide down and scrape across the sensitive skin of his collarbone, my claws digging into his shoulder. The pain of a half-shift enough to pull me back from the edge long enough for his words to sink in.
Ohhh.
