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That’s to say nothing of her sweet scent slick between her legs, filling my nose.
She’s quiet and still just long enough to make me think she’s asleep, before whispering against my sternum, the heat of her breath making my cock twitch, “Thank you for getting me out of that bar. You were right about those guys. I just didn’t care. All I cared about was not spending another Christmas alone.” Hervoice drifts away as if she just told a secret she never wished anyone to know. “I just didn’t want to be alone.”
“You’re not alone, princess.” She’ll never be alone again. That’s the life her father chose for her. When he gets back, she’ll have to give everything up, including her privacy, just to stay alive. The protection her father could give her when she lived under his roof were endless. There’s only so much he’s been able to do since she moved out. Without her discovering our secrets. Hunters have been closing in since the day she left home. Even though she knows nothing of her father’s business, or his lineage, she’ll never be able to escape it now.
“You won’t leave me again, will you, Kane?” Her lips pause on my skin, waiting for my answer.
“I’m here to stay, princess,” If I ever have to leave again, for any reason, I’ll take her with me.
“Good,” she says, low and breathy as she pulls my leg between hers, letting me feel her naked, sex-soaked pussy on my thigh.
Yes, my wolf howls.
Iwould throw her off, but besides being afraid she’ll run away again—knowing, this time, she’d be too embarrassed to come back and instead let herself freeze to death in her bed—I can’t deny my wolf the feel of our mate’s desire. It calms him. And me. So, I let her stay.
And it’s torture.
I want more. I need more. To claim her.
Because he’s right. My wolf. Alice is mine. My mate.
As if she heard my confession, Alice plants open-mouthed kisses on my chest. Up my sternum and neck in time with the slow grind of her hips on my leg.
She can’t help it. It’s fate’s call. She has needs her mate—Iam supposed to fill.
As hard and ready as I am, as desperate as my wolf is to come to her aid, I can’t. I can’t actively help her but I don’t have to stop her.
Don’t want to stop her anyway.
Fuck, her body feels good. Her lips seer my skin, despite the cold. Her tits mold with the ridges of my muscles tense with worry as her hot pussy slicks up and down my thigh. Her center quivers when her clit finds the friction it needs. And, holy fuck, I’ve never been so hard and in such desperate need for relief in my life.
“I’m close,” she says, locking her eyes with mine.
I don’t look away and I sure as hell don’t move. Couldn’t if I wanted to. I should listen to the voice in the back of my head that sounds frighteningly like her father. I should hit the eject button when the image of him, yelling at me to get the fuck away from his daughter, while I stare down the barrel of his pistol, flashes before my eyes. But then her eyelashes bat heavily against her cheeks as her lips part and she pants to the beat of her jerking hips before she shatters that frightening image with her cries of ecstasy. Successfully replacing the vision of her murderous father with the image and sinful pleasure of her coming on my leg.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Mate or not, that shouldn’t have happened. I thought letting it happen wouldn’t be as bad as joining in, but it’s worse. I can feel it in my gut. The sick churning of my stomach and sharp pang between my eyes that marks the spot where the silver bullet from her father’s gun will enter my skull and blow out my brains.
The sick in my stomach turns to lava. The only time I’ve hated myself more than I do now is when I selfishly left Alice all those years ago. To save my own skin.
And that’s what I have to do now. I won’t leave her, but I have to make her hate me again to put the distance between usnecessary to keep me alive. Because I can’t protect her if I’m dead.
I harden my tone, and say, as I turn away from her, “Go the fuck to sleep, silly little girl.”
Chapter six
Alice
It took me foreverto fall asleep last night. After the fool I made of myself, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to leave the warmth of the fire and Kane’s body tucked under the blanket with me. But I also didn’t want to wake up this morning and have to face him and my shame.
Thankfully, Kane’s still asleep when I wake. I don’t have to face him, but I do have to face my shame. The unbearable weight of it in the shape of Kane’s arm draped over my stomach. I’m so ashamed, because I want to enjoy it. I want to ignore how badly I need to pee to revel in the way his hand curls around my waist to hold me against his hard-muscled torso. But I can’t ignore my shame. Not after the way he reacted to how Iheldhimlast night.
Why did he let me do that if he wasn’t into it? If he thought I was being silly or childish? He shouldn’t have indulged me.
Anger boils deep in my belly. This ishisfault. He’s the one who should be ashamed for not stopping me when he could have.
“Asshole,” I hiss, ripping the blanket off of Kane to wrap around myself as I head to the bathroom.
