I realized a name was causing my mind to completely unravel when so many other things had failed to do so over theyears.
“Wren,” Iwhispered.
He bent his head and brushed a kiss across my lips and I knew names didn’t matter when I waswithhim.
He is mine,I realized as his tongue slid over my lips and I opened my mouthtohim.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Corson
Wren leaned against the lockers as I kissed her. I tasted the jerky on her lips, but also something more, something inherently her. Though I didn’t eat human food, I could only think of sweet as the way to describe her. So sweet, yet so deadly; so confident about some things, yet so lost about others. She was a contradiction unlike any I’d ever known, and I liked the way she kept me on my toes. I would never be bored with Wren inmylife.
Breaking the kiss, she inhaled a shaky breath as she turned her head away. I lowered my forehead to rest it against her temple and inhaled the scent of pine and woods on her. She’d washed, but she’d never rid herself of the scent of the earth ingrained on herflesh.
“Wren,” I whispered as I nuzzledherear.
She turned her head so her lips brushed against my cheek. “I don’t know how todothis.”
I didn’t have to ask what she meant; I knew she didn’t know how to handle opening herself up to another as completely as she’d started to open to me. “We’ll do it together, one day atatime.”
“But I’m mortal, and you’re notinvincible.”
“I can’t promise I’ll never die, but I can promise I am extremely difficult to kill.” Lifting my head, I gazed into her sky-colored eyes with their flecks of green. “I’ve never felt about another the way I feel for you. There is nothing I won’t do for you, including walking away if you tellmeto.”
“I don’twantthat.”
“What do youwantthen?”
“You,” she breathed. “Iwantyou.”
With a growl, I pulled her flush against me and lifted her against the lockers. Bending, I claimed her lips again. I felt half out of control as my tongue delved into her mouth. Her fingers entangled in my hair and gave it a small tug. She mewled as she pressed her body as tight as she couldtomine.
Her urgency fueled my own. Stepping away from the lockers, I carried her to the closest classroom, adjusted my hold on her to open the door, and entered the room. She broke the kiss to trail her lips over my jawline before nipping at me. Wren didn’t have the instinct to mark me, as I did her, but I found myself cravingherbite.
My hands slid under the bottom of her shirt, pushing it up until I could settle my palms on her silken flesh. I kicked the door closed with my heel and carried her to the large, metal desk at the front of the room. She released her hold on my hair and ran her fingers through it until they brushed the tips of my ears. Setting her on the desk, I groaned as I turned into hertouch.
“Your ears?” she asked as she brushed her fingers over themagain.
“Are extremely sensitive,” I told her and stepped closer to rub my erection against the juncture between her thighs to prove what she didtome.
She squirmed closer until I was nestled securely against her center. The fingers stroking my ears and pushing me to the point of near madness slid away when I tugged her shirt up. She lifted her arms for me to pull itoffher.
Tossing the shirt aside, my mouth watered as I gazed down at her flat stomach and enticing, handful-sized breasts. I drank in her golden skin and the pert nipples poking against the simple, black brashewore.
“Mah lahala,” I murmured before bending to place my mouth against her nipple and sucking on it throughherbra.
She arched her hips up and down against my shaft. Delicious moans whispered from her throat as she used my body to rouse herself to higher heights of passion. “What does that mean?” shepanted.
Her husky voice set my blood on fire. I bit at her nipple before releasing it and sliding my hands around to undo the clasp. I’d love nothing more than to shred all her clothes from her and bury myself inside her, but the Wilders had few clothes. Wren would walk around naked if it became necessary, and I would make sure that neverhappened.
When the bra fell open, I removed it and dropped it to the ground. Cupping one of her breasts, I lifted my head to gaze at her while I ran my thumb over it. Her eyes darkened as she watched me while red color crept through her cheeks. She wasn’t embarrassed, I knew, but aroused and growing more so by thesecond.
“It means ‘my love’ in demonish,” Itoldher.
Panic flashed across her face, and she stiffenedagainstme.
“Don’t,” I said, drawing her closer. “Don’t pull awayfromme.”
