Page 30 of The Fanged One

"You're so lovely," he murmured, his hand moving slowly under the hem of her sleep shirt. Her skin was so soft, the curve of her waist fitting his palm like it had been made for it. Her hips ground up against him, and his thumb stroked the underside of her breast.

"Tell me to stop, and I will stop," he promised, his mouth moving along her jaw.

"Oh, fuck, please don't stop," Linnea said, voice shaky.

Fenris's hand moved down and dipped under the waistband of her flannel pants. He growled when he found her without underwear. He cupped her pussy, his fingers sliding down to where she was already slick for him.

"There you are," he breathed, stroking her. She gasped into his mouth, her hand gripping his arm hard enough to leave nail marks. Fuck, he loved the idea of her marking him up.

He moved his fingers slowly, learning her, listening to the small catches in her breath. He paid attention to what made her shake against him and whimper into his mouth. His thumb circled her clit while one finger pressed slowly inside.

"Oh, gods," she gasped, her hips rocking against him.

"That's it, my little singer," Fenris growled, adding another finger, stretching her, giving her more until she was fucking his hand. He licked the sweat from her neck, holding her tight to him so his hard dick was pressed against her ass, every desperate thrust of her hips sending shocks of torturous pleasure through him. He was going to come if she kept going.

"Do you feel what you do to me?" he whispered against her throat. "How fucking hard I am because I'm touching you?"

"Fenris… I…" Linnea stammered, her voice cracking.

Fenris rubbed his thumb harder against her soaked clit. Linnea cried out, the soft walls of her pussy clenching him hard as she arched against him. Wetness flooded over his hand, before his own pleasure streaked down his spine and filled his pants. He held her to him, not knowing who was trembling more.

Fenris kissed her throat, her jaw, the corner of her mouth. She was a tumbled mess, pupils blown out, and still panting. "Mm. Look at how wrecked you are." He licked her lips, kissed her little whimper as her pussy fluttered around him in aftershocks.

"Fucking hell," she breathed, before reaching down to the button of his jeans. "Let me return the favo⁠—"

He caught her wrist and brought her hand to the damp spot over his cock.

She blinked at him. "You already⁠—"

"I tried to tell you what you do to me," he replied and gently slid his fingers from her pussy.

Her mouth fell open. "Oh."

"Exactly. Now, go back to sleep, little one. You need your rest," he murmured and gathered her against him. "I have you."

Linnea tucked her face into the hollow of his throat. Her arm went around him before her leg hooked over his hips. He grinned in the darkness, stroking her hair until her breathing finally evened out.

He hadn't claimed her, but he had touched her and made her come for him. The scent of their combined releases was soaked into the sheets and their skin. There would be no hiding what they had done from the two other wolves in the house, and he didn't care.

His wolf was quiet. The yearning that had ridden him since he had woken had finally eased its grip on him. It wasn't gone, only temporarily settled.

Linnea murmured against his collarbone, and his arm tightened around her.

Mine, the wolf whispered, pleased and possessive.

For the first time, the man didn't argue.

16

Two sharp knocks landed on Linnea's bedroom door, jolting her awake in a tangle of blankets.

"Breakfast in ten, lillesøster. Get your ass up," Tor called through the wood. "Von has texted me non-stop, and he's running out of patience."

Linnea rubbed her face and waited for her brain to catch up to where her body was. Her bed smelled of Fenris, and she turned her face into the linen before she could stop herself.

Sadly, there was no Fenris still in it. The sheets were cold, and there was nothing but a dent in a pillow that wasn't hers.

Wait… Had she dreamed the whole thing? Maybe she imagined his hand under the waistband of her pants, mouth on her throat, and deep voice whispering delicious things in her ear.