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Jealousy, I realized when Kor grinned and dragged the edge of his nail along my jaw. “My therapist. He’s married, you don’t have to worry about it.”
I didn’t bother denying it, or the annoyance I felt that I wouldn’t be able to hide shit anymore. And maybe I would eventually—if I survived long enough to learn. But for now, there was a sort of comfort in knowing I wouldn’t always have to speak. Kor could just reach out through our bond and feel for me.
“Can we lay in bed?” I asked after a moment of lingering in his arms. “I think I want a shower later. I’d really like to get this hospital smell off me, but I’m not sure how long I can stand up for.”
He hustled me down the short hallway and into his room, once again forgetting the light, but I got it myself that time and glanced around at the small space. It was just as tidy as the front room, with everything arranged just so. I realized I would have to adjust too, because the last thing I wanted was for my presence to be another burden for Kor to navigate.
“I have no idea what the hell we have here as far as clothes or sheets,” Kor admitted as he found the bed and sat. He began to unlace his boots, then kicked them off with a quiet sigh before going for the button on his jeans. “I’ll probably have Orion arrange for everything we need. Obviously, there’s no supermarket here, but there’s probably food stores somewhere that people have been bringing in.”
I was curious how the whole compound worked—how it would be sustainable for the long term. It was the size of a small town at the very least, and though I couldn’t hone anything close to Wolf senses no matter how hard I tried, I could sort of sense bodies. Hundreds, at the very least, and there seemed like room for more.
The resources would be strained eventually though. I knew enough about history to know that situations like that could get desperate—and desperate people made mistakes.
“You’re worried,” he said, cutting into my thoughts.
My cheeks flushed, and I quickly busied myself with stripping down. I hadn’t been fully naked with Kor yet at all. During my heat, I’d been half-wrapped in my gown which had come away with tear marks from his claws. But although he couldn’t see me, I still felt exposed as I pulled the sweats and t-shirt away.
“I told you I was a historian, right?” I said as he pulled the covers back and shuffled to the end of the mattress. It was obvious he wanted me on the wall side, so I climbed in and settled back against it.
“Something about the evidence of Wolves in early human history,” he parroted.
It had been a matter of days since we were rescued from that safehouse, but it felt like an eternity. My memory was fogged, and I realized I had been way worse off than I realized at the time. I couldn’t remember what I’d told him, but I remembered wanting to hold back.
That feeling was gone now, like it had never existed, and I let myself curl up against him when he climbed under the quilt after me. His heavy hand found my hair and began to drag his fingers through it.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he pressed.
I mashed my face into his shoulder, then turned my head so I wasn’t speaking against his skin. “One of the best ways to find the early evidence of Wolves in history is looking at ancient battles. Apart from the very obvious physical differences, our two species are very much alike—but not when it comes to war tactics.”
Kor snorted a soft laugh and continued to stroke his fingers through my hair. “That became obvious when we started fighting.”
I nodded, closing my eyes against the sheer bliss his touch sent racing through me. I struggled to keep from losing my train of thought, but it wasn’t easy. “Wolves rose throughout history as conquerors. Sargon of Akkad was the first one I knew for sure was a Wolf.” I breathed in deep and nuzzled him. “He did what a lot of kings back then weren’t brave enough to do.”
Kor hummed softly and shuffled down lower. His powerful hands turned me on my side, then he curled his front around my back and kept his arm locked against my waist. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of him.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” I told him. “That history is ancient, and as far as I can tell, he was the only one. I think the biggest collection of Wolves were the Trojans.” My words were slurring a bit from sheer fatigue, but I could feel little pulses of interest in the bond. He cared about my work, about my passion, and it meant something important.
“I thought they were a myth,” he murmured.
“Mm. No.” I yawned and threw my hand over my eyes against the light, which I was too damn tired to get up and turn off. “Found evidence much later. I got laughed at a lot when I tried to prove that Wolves ever had power. Humans are so…” Arrogant, afraid, myopic, sad. Lonely. The words never made it to my tongue. The promise of sleep was tugging at my edges, and with the feel of Kor laying kisses along the back of my shoulder, all I could do was let go.
* * *
Being underground, my internal clock was off, but my body woke with a sensation that was almost like the rising sun as gentle heat touched me. I jolted, but firm hands kept me in place, and I realized after a beat that the warmth was a tongue, laving at the side of my neck where Kor had bitten me.
For a moment, I thought I was in a dream, but then his fangs grazed my skin, and I was hurtled back to the reality of the situation. I was no longer in a hospital, no longer in a lab. I was also no longer human, and no longer sure if I was going to survive to see the passing of another fortnight.
But for the moment, none of that mattered. Not when Kor’s hands were on me, drawing clawed fingertips across every line and curve of my body. He started at my neck, laying kisses there, then snuffled his nose down my spine before nuzzling his face into the crack of my ass. I opened my mouth to protest, but the tips of his claws dug into my cheeks, and his fat, rough tongue pushed inside me.
I howled into the pillow—the idea of it filthy and perfect. It was nothing like heat, and yet I could feel his own pleasure and want bouncing back toward me along those fine glowing threads that connected my soul to his. It was heady and probably addictive, and I didn’t care.
I felt the moment his claws retracted, just seconds before his hand brushed through my thighs, which had been pressed together, and he cupped my balls. His thumb rubbed along the base of my dick as he devoured me with long, slow pulses of his tongue—and just when I was so certain I was going to spill, he pulled back.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Fuck… why?”
I heard him chuckle and then his hands turned me onto my back, and he pressed one arm on either side of me, hovering. His eyes were half-lidded and sleepy-looking with the endless black pupils and tiny ring of glowing yellow. His nostrils twitched like he was scenting me the way rabbits did, and I could smell my own musk on the puffs of his breath.
“Do you feel rested?” he asked. He shifted a little farther on top of me, and his stiff cock thrust against the cut of my hip.
