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“I had no choice. You would have kept on killing if I didn’t. It forced you back into your human form, and you passed out from exhaustion and the shock of the transformation. But you’re going to be okay. You’re healing now.”
I couldn’t help but feel a jumble of emotions—confusion, gratitude, and a lingering fear of what had transpired.
“I don’t remember all of it,” I admitted, my voice trembling.
He leaned in closer, his eyes softening as he took my hand in his. “Your memory will come back with time. The important thing is that you’re safe now,” he mused.
“And Aric?” I pressed.
“He’s dead. You killed him.”
A massive wave of relief rolled over me, and I sighed, closing my eyes. As I lay in the soft comfort of our bed, the aftermath of my transformation still coursing through my veins, I couldn’t help but notice the profound changes within me. It was as if a dormant power had been awakened. My senses felt sharper, more attuned to the world around me. I could hear the faintest sounds outside, the rustling leaves, the distant howling of a coyote. My skin tingled with newfound sensitivity, and I could feel my body healing, mending the wounds I had sustained.
“You’re healing faster. Just a few more days and you’ll be right as rain,” he murmured, but I could see the sorrow in his eyes all the same.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” I whispered.
“Always, my sweet mate.”
* * *
One week later…
“I can’t believe you shot me,” I sassed, my gaze sparkling with playfulness.
I wasn’t actually angry about it. I understood his reasoning, the necessity of tending to my wounds and ensuring a full recovery. However, as the days passed, my desire grew, fanning the flames of impatience within me. My injuries had faded to nothing more than pink scars thanks to my new-found abilities.
I was starting to grow impatient.
It was as if the wolf within me had awakened a primal need that simmered beneath the surface of my skin, and I was going to go into heat if he didn’t do anything about it.
“That I did, didn’t I?” Kane replied, his eyes glinting with knowing intent.
“You did,” I pouted, sitting up in bed. I brushed my fingers along the very light scar on my leg. Honestly, I had to look pretty hard to find it. It was hardly even a scratch now. It had completely healed long before the wound from Aric’s gun had.
His rough hands surrounded my left foot, massaging gently. Fierce tendrils of sensation ricocheted up the length of my leg until I was practically shivering with it.
“And how would you like me to make it up to you?” he whispered, his voice a husky mix of ravenous hunger and a building need all of his own. It was deep and gravelly, washing over me like a tidal wave of desire. The undercurrent of longing set my heart racing with need. I sank my teeth into the inside of my cheek, trying to keep quiet the rising swell of a moan that begged to be set free.
I was successful, at least for a little while.
When he started trailing sensual kisses up the length of my calf, I sucked in a breath. Unable to help myself, I left out a soft, strangled cry before I bit my lip and cut it off. His mouth curved up in a knowing smirk and a rush of heat painted my cheeks as his journey of kisses crossed the expanse of my thighs.
“I’m waiting, my sweet mate,” he purred.
His mouth glanced daringly close to my slit, and I could feel my legs begin to tremble with the rising swell of desire coursing through my veins. I was utterly helpless against it, my body responding to his touch with a fierce hunger I couldn’t even begin to fight. Every brush of his fingertips sent electric shivers down my spine, fierce jolts that threaded straight down to my core. Without conscious thought, my hips bucked the tiniest bit, almost like my body was offering itself to him and that delicious mouth of his.
He trailed more gentle kisses along my inner thigh, and my legs opened for him. I was wearing nothing more than a pair of panties and a thin white nightshirt. My nipples pebbled beneath the fabric. They would be completely visible to anyone looking, and when he glanced up at them, his gaze darkened considerably. The heat rushing to my face took me by storm, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Then the tip of his tongue snaked out from his lips, licking dangerously close to my sensitive folds. My entire body tensed up with fervent need, and I couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of my mouth.
Fuck.
He had me at his mercy.
“Your tongue,” I finally managed to whisper. I took a deep breath, trying to quell the rising tide of arousal. Nothing I did or thought managed to take the edge off. If anything, my passionate need simply grew stronger the more I tried to fight it.
It swirled within me like a tornado, slowly growing in strength and whirling faster as the seconds ticked by.
