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“Of course you could,” I said. “You’re not the alpha. You’re not responsible for the pack.”
He shook his head. He looked as if he wanted to shift right back and tear my throat out.
I didn’t know how Amelia had won over my pack, my own family, so completely in a month.
“Help her,” I said.
He stared at me, looking stunned.
“Get her through her heat,” I growled.
I turned and walked away into the trees.
CHAPTER45
Amelia
The next morning,as soon as Dylan had been safely seen off to school, I found Shaw. The two of us kissed as we moved through the house together. His strong hands stripped off my borrowed rain jacket, then stopped at my top. As soon as we stumbled into his bedroom, I dropped his belt on the floor and reached to pull my shirt off over my head, grinning at him triumphantly.
His eyes lit with pleasure at the sight of my breasts, and he palmed one, bending over to press a kiss just above my areola. “God, I love seeing all of you,” he breathed, letting me know he knew how much revealing the mark meant to me.
His lips moved up to press a kiss to the mark on my shoulder, and my head fell back, my fingers gliding through his dark curls.
He leaned in toward me, his eyes intent. I caught my lower lip with my teeth, looking up at him, and he took it as an invitation. He pulled my body against his as he leaned in, and as always, Shaw seemed completely possessive.
His lips were warm, each kiss a soft, tentative swoop. Then my hips swayed against his, and he made the faintest groan under his breath, as if he couldn't hold himself back. He kissed me urgently, his tongue lapping into mine, his mouth hard and fierce. He kissed me like he needed me, and my head spun. It was exhilarating but there was also a softness to it—a surrender for both of us.
I didn’t pause long enough to wonder what came over my body, even though I knew eventually, I’d have to make sense of what was happening between us. I didn’t understand the way mates worked, apparently. Being near Shaw awakened a primal sense of need.
He cupped my face in his hands as he kissed me, eliciting a shiver through my body. His fingers ran along the curve of my neck and then down to the small of my back. I gasped as his strong arms pulled me closer against him and the heat radiating from his body washed over me. He groaned, pressing himself against me further. And I pressed back, wanting him just as much.
We fell onto the bed together in a tangle of limbs, and I felt a current of electricity shoot through my veins as his hands explored every inch of me.
His touch was tender. It felt like we were making love instead of a man having sex with me, something I hadn't experienced for my five years before I came here. Maybe it was a fine distinction, but it was one that mattered to me.
I arched back as he moved with purposeful intensity, each thrust making my head spin faster and faster. His lips trailed hungry kisses across my shoulders and collarbone as his hands caressed every inch of skin. We moved together with an urgency that bordered on desperation. It was intoxicating, a roller coaster ride that had no end in sight.
He kissed my throat reverently as he moved against me, each stroke building up more intensity than the last until our bodies shook. We gave in to each other completely, grasping at any sense of relief or pleasure that came our way, until finally we collapsed in a breathless heap next to each other.
God, maybe it was the heat’s raw flush of emotion, but… I loved him. The intensity of my feelings, the way I wanted to just study his face, felt wild.
I wished that was enough.
I didn’t want to leave.
Maybe I could talk to Stone.
The thought of seeing him again filled me with dread. I settled my head onto Shaw’s broad shoulder and twined my leg through his. His fingers traced lazy circles across my hips, making me long for a second round.
But that still wouldn’t be enough.
“I need to talk to Stone.” The words were too heavy, a promise I didn’t want to make. “To try to… work things out.”
Shaw looked at me with worried eyes. They looked dark in the gloom, since the sky was heavy and gray through the windows. “If he promises not to take you back to Louisa’s rock…”
“Then I’ll feel like I can stay,” I said, then added smoothly, “Not that I have a choice.”
His lips curled up one side ruefully, as if he knew I’d find a way out if I must. Eventually.
