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He burrowed deep inside me and released, my pussy milking him for everything he had.
My body melted as if every ounce of energy I’d ever possessed had evaporated. I collapsed onto the bed, Ridge following as we stayed joined and battled to breathe. And battled our way back to reality.
Chapter4
Ridge
Sunlight streaming through the open curtains woke me. On any other morning when I’d been fucked into oblivion and needed the rest, I would have been annoyed. Not this morning. Nothing could wipe away the dopey-ass smile plastered firmly on my face. I turned to my left, where a beautiful sight greeted me.
Part of me had wondered if she would leave in the night, but Tori lay fast asleep, her small frame curled next to me. Her shoulder-length curls on the pillow framed and emphasized her delicate features. Most of the sheets were wrapped around her shapely legs. Delicious parts of her body were hidden while others were on full display. My mouth watered to latch onto the nipple peeking out from the sheet, but I was content to watch her. She was adorable when she was asleep. When she was awake, she was fiery and sexy.
I appreciated both versions of her. This was a woman who’d always keep life interesting.
I glanced at the alarm clock on my nightstand. It was still early enough; I could let her sleep for a while yet. After we left the tavern last night, I had been so hard, so turned on, and conversation hadn’t been necessary, but now I wished I’d at least gotten her to tell me how long she planned to stay in town. I was highly attracted to her and wanted to know everything about her. More, I wanted to know what—or who—she was running from.
Last night was the absolute best sex I’d ever had in my life. Tori’s confidence in her body was a major turn-on. I wanted more of it. I had a strong sense that I’d never have enough of her. She was so genuine and sassy in her pleasure. She knew what she wanted, and she gave as well as she got.
My wolf wasn’t itching to get her out of our bed. He was relatively quiet, which was unusual for him, especially after a one-night stand.
Watching the morning light caress Tori’s skin, I fought for control. My lips itched to follow the sun’s path. I lay propped on one elbow and soaked in the sight of her body, burning every curve of her into my memory.
Another detailed tattoo peeked out underneath her left arm, near her breast. The artist she’d used was extremely talented. As I studied the details of the tattoo, my heart tightened. It was a cage formed from the light of a crescent moon with wolf tracks leading into it.
A soft sigh left her lips, and she buried her head into the pillow. Her hip rolled a little, and my eyes skated down her body to where her leg covered her treasure trove. On her thigh was another elegant tattoo of an intricate dreamcatcher; the image looked woven into her skin. I wanted to trace my fingers over the design, hoping my caresses would cause her skin to pebble and she’d open her legs for my hand to scoop into her heat, but I refrained.
I needed to find out what trouble she was in, if there was anything I could do to help her. Why did it upset her if I broached anything about her past or where she was from? Gazing at all her ink, I wanted to understand the symbolism behind the tattoos, what they meant to her. I had some idea but wanted to hear it from her.
Her peacefulness in sleep was what stopped me. She was on the run fromsomething, it was clear as day, and with all her traveling, she had to be beyond exhausted. Looking over her shoulder all the time, never staying put, only having one bag with her. I wanted her to get as much rest as possible. I wanted it to be safe for her, staying here. And I wanted to have her stay longer, so we could work out this attraction for each other.
I quietly lifted myself off the bed. I’d make her some breakfast. She’d need the energy because I wanted another round before the day officially started. I grabbed the pants that lay over the armchair next to the bed and pulled them on before going downstairs toward the massive family kitchen. The mansion had been in our family for generations.
Even though I hated it and everything it represented, it was my home base. When I was a kid, I’d thought my home was a magical place. I was proud to descend from such a strong lineage of alpha wolves. But that all changed after my parents’ tragic death when I was a boy. When Uncle Vincent took me in and taught me what I needed to know about my family legacy.
I walked past the expensive artwork my mother had painstakingly curated in her short life. They decorated the walls of rooms where antique furnishings passed down from generation to generation were tastefully placed.
I often thought about how my family had acquired everything in this home. After all, there was blood on the Blackwood family’s hands. In the 1800s, my ancestors sold out other shifter packs and families, striking deals with hunters and giving them information about other paranormal creatures in exchange for riches and their own safety. Even to this day, my gut churned at the idea. I couldn’t look around this home without those thoughts playing out in my head—the pain, fear, and deaths my family had instigated, all for selfish greed and dominance.
When I first found out, I hadn’t believed my uncle, but the evidence was substantial. He’d made it his life’s work to discover our ancestors’ true history, putting himself in danger to find the answers as he attempted to rectify everything he could. He’d unearthed prior generations of Blackwoods meeting with hunters, giving names and locations of innocent creatures. All for money and protection.
After I’d learned the truth, I vowed to change everything the Blackwood name stood for. I followed in my uncle’s footsteps, and after his death, I took on his cause as my own. I wanted the Blackwood name to be something to be proud of, wanted my accomplishments not to make people fear me the way they did, wanted the past not to taint the family name or this mansion.
So far, the battle had been never-ending. No matter what I did, the trust between the Blackwood name and the shifters beyond my own pack was so damaged, so profoundly severed, that the generational pain wouldn’t be fixed in one lifetime. I acknowledged that, but I’d keep doing my damnedest to keep going. To continue carrying on Uncle Vincent’s work to build a town where shifters and humans could live harmoniously. Where shifters got to live side by side with family and friends of both species.
Swiping my hand down my face, I said, “Stop thinking like this, man. You have a beautiful woman upstairs in your bed. Just feed her.”
I chuckled. Tori had me talking to myself now.
I grabbed items from the fridge, relieved there was enough food. As a bachelor, I didn’t do much cooking. Most times, I ate out or had a sandwich over the sink. I figured an omelet, diced fruit, bacon, and coffee would be more than sufficient, but if she were still hungry, I’d make the little wolf whatever her heart desired.
The radio by the oven beckoned me to play it. I turned it to one of the oldie stations while I moved around the kitchen. It was a relaxing morning, and I couldn’t remember having had one in a long time. I still had to face my duties and obligations today, but I wasn’t so stressed about it. All thanks to a little wolf upstairs in my bed.
I cleaned the kitchen as I cooked, but I left the dishes in the sink. Arranging the food on a tray, I went back upstairs. Before I hit my bedroom door, the sound of the running shower hit my ears, Tori’s scent mingling with the steam. It had my wolf salivating for more.
I couldn’t agree with him more strongly. My arousal was building, and I was ready for another round. Placing the tray on the nightstand, I stripped out of my pants and left them in a heap on the floor as I stepped into the en suite bathroom.
Tori had her head backward, and the water cascaded down her pinkened flesh. Steam billowed in the air, and her wet hair hung down to her shoulders as she let the hot water wash over her face.
I froze in place as I took her in. My heart racketed up a few notches, and my arousal slammed against me, fighting to consume me and take control of the situation. I wanted her up against the shower wall, wanted to be buried inside her.
