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“You aren’t wrong. But fating isn’t a game.”
“I know that. You try feeling like your heart’s been ripped out because someone isn’t near. I know about fating, Trey. It’s the love thing I need. Fating isn’t willing, it isn’t a choice, but love is.” I said, smiling when he stilled and considered that before slumping back.
“Fuck, you’re right.”
“I know.” I mused, preening a little because I loved being right.
“Which means you want his love and darling; I know he cares but…Caleb may need some time. Not to feel love for you, but to accept it and come to his senses and allow himself to accept what he feels. He’s not a bad male, Ren, but he is a little damaged.” He said softly, smiling when I smiled first and shrugged.
“We’ll see. Right now, I am tired, and I know you have that man-scaping appointment. Seriously, man, you’re hot, and I adore you, but no man should be smoother than a woman.” I huffed, watching him smirk, his smug enjoyment of my embarrassment still causing my irritation to stir.
I half-shifted one time in my sleep and walked downstairs the next morning without realizing it. I’d retained hair on my legs, arms, and neck, and I was so hairy I looked like a lumberjack. I wouldn’t ever live it down. Or the fact that my wolf was pissed at me for refusing to talk to Caleb and so refused to take the hair away.
I had to wax, and it hurt! Plus, I looked like the yeti.
“I’m going. Then I’ve got a date, and I will see you in the morning. Sleep, Ren. And then make breakfast in the morning, please. I’m starving for real food.” He pleaded, chuckling when I giggled and waved him off.
“Get lost. I need to rest, and then I’m gonna eat a whole packet of cookies at midnight.”
“Bye babe.”
I sighed when he left, my fatigue growing as I cleaned up the few dishes and then dragged myself upstairs. I was dead on my feet as I slipped into the big bed in Trey’s guest room, and I closed my eyes.
Hours later, or what felt like hours later, I woke up to find myself being carried. Terror struck hard and fast before I smelled him, and then...oh, then I was pissed.
Not because he’d kidnapped me because that was amusing, but because I was not okay with Caleb assuming I’d be okay with it. I was traumatized by my previous kidnapping, and he should be more sensitive.
Letting out a scream, just to be ornery, I started to struggle and dropped to my feet when he let me go. I thought I’d won, a victory dance somewhere in me, when I suddenly stopped and gaped. And that made Caleb grin so big, and I wanted to smack his face. And kiss him.
“How the hell…?” I gasped, looking around me at our bedroom with its big bed, dark blue linens, and my lotion on the nightstand.
Huffing because I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t, I stomped into the closet and let out a scream. That, I hope, sounded like anger. He’d moved all my stuff in here.
“Caleb Chase, you asshole. What do you think you’re doing!” I demanded, stalking up to him to drill a finger into his chest.
The effect was lost, seeing as he was so damn big, but I enjoyed the spark of heat that shot into his weary eyes when I glared at him and riled that famous temper.
“Me? I’m claiming my mate!” he yelled, sounding so like himself, and when he kissed me, I couldn’t resist even a little.
Oh, fine. I wouldn’t resist at all because, damn, the man could kiss, and I’d missed him so much, I couldn’t help myself. Kissing him back because I wanted him, and I was furious about it. But oh God, so relieved he was with me again, I let him devour my mouth and pushed me back until I fell onto the bed.
“I’m so mad at you!” I hissed when he dragged his mouth away to tear at my clothes, both of us panting and frantic.
“I know, and I don’t care. Not now. Later.” He snarled when he exposed me, his hand closing over my breasts to hold them up for his mouth.
The first suck on my nipple made me bow up. The suction on the tender tips was perfect. I felt that tight pull between my legs and an answering throbbing in my clit, echoing every pull at my breasts.
“Jesus, I’ve missed you, Ren.” He groaned, giving the other nipple the same harsh treatment before he slid down and licked into me, his groan of pleasure turning my already aroused flesh into quivering putty.
I moaned now, reaching down to grip his hair and hold him close, the pleasure of every suck and stroke into my sex causing my need to skyrocket. I loved sex and needed sex with Caleb, and any time he touched me, it was wildness and wildfire.
Heat, passion, and desperation took over as I writhed and submitted to his mastery, accepting his tongue that built me so right I screamed out my climax in moments and bumped my hips closer, needing more.
“Always taste so good. Always.” Caleb groaned, dragging his mouth against me languidly before I yanked him up and hissed.
“Now.”
I didn’t have to beg, Caleb was too far gone for that, and when he thrust home and started that hard yet achingly gentle slide into me, I felt every cell in me settle, as if this was what I'd needed all along.
