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My teeth lengthened in my mouth as we unraveled together, and the need to bite him hit me hard, but I was too far from his neck.
They shrank back as I collapsed with him on the bed, relaxing in his arms. Silently, I thanked Serae’s magic for deciding that I was the perfect human to drag to Evare first.
nineteen
EZRA
After we cleaned ourselves thoroughly,we finally left our den. Rok had a large list for us to bring to the pack in the Peaks, and we took it with us as we headed out.
They were about three days away, so we were in for a bit of a trek. I didn’t mind riding on Ivaylo’s back, though the itch seemed to get worse when I was riding.
The urge to run freely was growing fiercer by the hour, and we had no idea how to reduce it.
I was quiet during our stops and at night, scratching my arms lightly where the itch had grown physical rather than just mental.
Ivaylo seemed worried about me, and made me eat extra even when I explained that I was just itchy. When we went to bed, I tossed and turned, feeling increasingly uncomfortable in the unfamiliar den.
He dragged me closer, wrapping his arms around my torso and securing me to his chest. I struggled to force myself to remain still, despite the comfort of his scent and grasp.
“Want to talk?” he asked me, his grip tight but not uncomfortably so.
“No,” I admitted. “I don’t know what will help. Or ifanythingwill help.”
“Tell me your positives, Ez.”
Damn him.
I heaved a sigh. “You didn’t run into a tree.”
“Good. You do them in threes, right?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Give me two more, then.”
“I… didn’t fall off your back.”
“And another.”
“I’m snuggling a big, buff, sexy werewolf,” I grumbled.
“Better?”
“Not really, no.”
He rubbed my back lightly. “Climaxing eased your discomfort before. Let me touch you.”
“I told you, stop asking me. If you want me, just take me. I know you’re too damn good to me to focus on yourself.”
Without any more hesitation, his hand slid between my thighs.
The orgasm definitely helped.
The three that followed it?
Even more.
When we started running again,the itch slowly returned. I was in the same situation again when the evening came around—frustrated, scratching at what felt like invisible bug bites on my arms, and wondering how the hell I could get past it.
