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“I won’t,” I promised automatically. She watched me with love and pity, and I had to look away. If she knew, what I’d done and what I was doing…I could never tell her.CHAPTER SIXTEENCara
I barely glanced Growl’s way as we headed back to his house. He shot me a look. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said harshly, then bit my lip. I didn’t know what to do. I needed Growl to be on my side, and my body wanted him, but I was going against everything my mother had taught me by sleeping with him.
Growl’s hands on the steering wheel tightened, the tendons in his forearms flexing.
I focused on the window. My mind was whirring. I knew that I needed Growl if I wanted any chance to help my mother and sister.I lay awake that night when the door to my room creaked open. I knew why Growl was here, what he wanted, but I was so conflicted.
He came toward the bed, backlit by the light from the corridor. He scanned my face and I only stared at him. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and my eyes traced the lines of his muscles, the way the light accentuated his six-pack. I wanted this man. Seeing him always made my body tingle, no matter how conflicted I was. My gaze lowered to the bulge in Growl’s pants. God, why did I have to want him?
Growl knelt on the bed, but I merely watched. He’d always been the more active part in our sexual life, but usually I’d at least reacted in some way. I could see frustration and confusion in his eyes, then he crawled toward me and hovered over my body. His smell enveloped me. I put my hands against his chest, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. Growl made the decision for me. He grabbed my hands and pressed them into the mattress above my head. Then he lowered his head to my breasts and sucked one nipple into his mouth through the silky fabric of my nightgown. I pressed my lips together, trying to keep a moan in. But that seemed to spur Growl on. He moved his head down toward my panties. I knew I’d be in his hands if I let him go there. I struggled but his other hand came down on my hip, holding me fast. When his face was mere inches from my center, he drew in a deep breath. Heat rose into my cheeks like it always did when he did something like that. But despite my embarrassment my body flooded with heat.
Growl licked over my panties and I stilled. My core tightened and my body began to tingle. I struggled even harder but Growl ignored me completely. He nudged my panties to the side with his nose and licked over my bare flesh.
He slid his tongue up and down, firm licks, over and over again. Wetness pooled between my legs. I hated my body for it, for always surrendering to him.
He dipped his tongue into my opening and let out a deep rumble. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting my body’s reaction, trying to hold in a moan. I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. But he didn’t stop. He seemed to enjoy every moment of it. Every time he hummed, a stupid part of me was turned on. I still couldn’t believe he liked how I tasted down there, but he obviously did. He moved his tongue higher and licked over my clit. My hips bucked, but this time it wasn’t in an attempt to get away. Growl kept a steady rhythm. I had no chance to resist him. My body was always eager for his touch. He must have felt my surrender because he let go of my hip and brought his hand down between my legs. He used his thumb and forefinger to part me, allowing his tongue even better access. I couldn’t help a loud moan from escaping.
Wrong, my head screamed. But I gave up resistance.
Again my hands found Growl’s head but then he curled his tongue in a way that made me cry out in sensation.
Growl knew he had won. I could practically feel his smugness. His mouth closed over my center, plunging his tongue even deeper into me and my fingers dug into his scalp. My body started shaking, and Growl’s tongue pressed even harder against my clit. My last resistance crumbled as a shockwave rolled over me, rendering me helpless and stunned as I gasped.
I wasn’t sure how long I was like that. I couldn’t move, could hardly breathe, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared into the darkness. Shadows danced in the distant streetlights streaming through the window. Growl pressed another lingering kiss between my legs, then got to his knees.
He leaned over me and kissed my lips. I could taste myself on him, could smell myself. I sucked in a breath. “This is wrong,” I said quietly. Was this betrayal? Being intimate like that with the enemy, with someone like Growl, with a monster, that was wrong on every level I could imagine. He had helped take my father down. He was part of why he was dead now. And yet, here I was, sharing a bed with him and enjoying it.
