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Still, the extra day wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It gave Galen more time to come to terms with what Bjorn told him about his father.
And there were plenty of ways to spend the hours stuck in my room - all of them involved Galen in my arms.
Valerie dropped us off outside my bedroom door and went to the commissary to prepare a proper meal for me and Galen. I’d instructed her to double his portion. He needed the extra protein and carbs after the injuries he sustained. He was already dehydrated and malnourished. Healing those wounds spent an exorbitant amount of calories he couldn’t afford to lose.
Galen lit a fire in the small wood burning stove in the corner of my room and curled up on a pile of pillows on the floor in front of it. He stared at the flames, flickering behind the small glass window, lost in his thoughts.
I left him to them, giving him a few moments alone with his thoughts. He’d share them with me when he was ready.
A soft knock sounded at the door. Valerie stood outside in the hallway balancing three trays with food piled on top of each. I relieved her of her burden and excused her for the rest of the night.
“Hungry?” I juggled the serving trays as I crossed the room and set them on the floor beside Galen.
Dried fruits, meats, roasted nuts, slices of cheese and bread spilled over the sides of the plastic trays. I longed for a hot meal. A hearty stew or seared steak and a baked potato, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
Especially not in the arctic.
Besides, there was plenty of protein and nutrient rich foods to help Galen regain his strength. I handed him a piece of jerky, waiting for him to take a bite, and went back for the bottles of water on the dresser that Valerie had stocked when I’d first been given the room.
“Here.” I twisted the cap off the bottle and handed it to him. “You need to hydrate.”
“Thanks.” Galen took the bottle, tipped his head back and guzzled down all sixteen ounces in one gulp. “I made the right decision. I know I did.”
“You love your father. He was a great man and your best friend. It’s completely normal to have doubts. I’d be shocked if you didn’t.” I covered a piece of bread with a slice of cheese and handed it to him, forcing him to eat. “But it’s not too late to change your mind, Galen. I’m sure Bjorn would release you of your obligation and arrange for a plane to take you back to Fairbanks.”
“Oh, I’m sure he would. He’d be happy to get rid of me.” Galen replied around a mouthful of food. “It’s what he wants. He wouldn’t have bothered to tell me about my father unless he had something to gain. A wolf like Bjorn doesn’t do anything without an ulterior motive.”
“True, but that isn’t a reason to stay.” I clutched my water bottle, the thin plastic crinkling under my grip, and did my best to hide my fear that he would leave.
I didn’t want Galen staying out of his sense of duty.
“No, but you are. I meant what I said to Bjorn.” He brushed the breadcrumbs from his hands and reached for me. “Going home isn’t going to bring my father back. I’ll make sure the Northwood pack pays for what they did, but that can wait. The demon wolf god can’t.”
“If you’re sure this is what you want.” I said, creating yet another opportunity for him to change his mind.
“What I want is you, Talia.” Galen pushed the trays of food out of the way and tugged me to him. “It’s the only thing I’m sure of right now.”
“I just, I know how much is riding on this plan and how slim our-”
“Don’t.” He pressed his finger to my lips. “Don’t doubt yourself or us. We’re going to find the demon wolf goddess and she is going to help us. Everything is going to work out.”
I hoped he was right, that I was right, because our lives depended on it.
Galen’s hands skimmed down my side, slid under the layers of clothes and brushed against bare skin. His touch electrified me. The brief encounter we’d had at the clinic barely took the edge off the ache of desire pooled inside me.
He stripped away the layers of clothes; his tough rougher, more hurried once my body was exposed. He kissed his way down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. He reached my breasts, cupping them with both hands, he squeezed and rolled my sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Galen adjusted his position, moving on top of me, and nudged my legs apart with his knee. I opened myself to him, gasping when he pressed the hard length of himself against my core.
“Galen, please. I need to feel you inside me.” I begged, needing that connection with him more than I needed air in my lungs.
He ground his hips, sliding his shaft up and down, teasing me, driving my need to a fevered pitch. I worked my hand between us, wrapped my fingers around the base and guided him inside. Galen buried himself inside me. My back arched and hips thrust up to meet his, but it wasn’t enough.
I wanted more, deeper, harder, faster.
Galen gripped my hips, pinning me against the floor, and held me still. He slowed his pace, easing out to the tip, and sliding all the way down until he buried himself inside me again. It was maddening and drove me insane. I raked my nails down his back, and grabbed his ass, pulling him toward me, pleading for him to give me what I wanted.
Galen held back, waiting until I conceded and gave control over to him.
