Chapter 9

Briar May

The second she shifted in the bed, pushing back the blankets, she knew Castor was awake. He didn’t want her to know that he knew, or he was waiting to see what she’d do.

She’d realized last night that he’d given her a gift, allowed her to see a part of him that he’d kept hidden from the rest of the world.

When he’d held her, she’d known he was doing it just for her, giving her the one thing she was absolutely certain she’d never have from him. She just knew he’d never given this to anyone else. Not that it was love, but it was something special. It was a moment she didn’t even have words for, and what she felt was an emotion so deep there was no quantifying it.

Hope could be lethal. She was staring to learn that, but she’d felt those bubbles in her blood and her heart had broken on the spot, which was when the tears had begun to flow.

She was naked and her hair was still damp from the bath. How many hours had passed? It was probably near morning, but she wasn’t sure. The first thing Castor had done when they’d walked into the room was rip the plug out of the wall that belonged to the digital clock. Neither of them had a cell, not even a burner.

Castor was on his back. She moved over him stealthily, though she wasn’t sure what the point of it was. He hadn’t opened his eyes, but his senses were far too keen for him to still be asleep. She doubted he’d ever let himself find rest when they were in danger. He seemed like he could go for weeks without properly sleeping. He’d nearly blacked out at the farmhouse after sewing himself up. That was probably it for him for a good while. Until they had a sort of normal life that didn’t involve not sleeping for fear of being attacked, shot, or kidnapped and tortured.

Jesus, would they ever have that?

Her eyes felt hot and she didn’t want to cry, so she stopped thinking about that.

She straddled Castor’s hips. It was quite a stretch. He wasn’t a lean man anywhere. The position sent a burn up her thighs and reminded her just how sore she still was between her legs. But it didn’t matter. She was going to do this no matter how much it hurt.

She’d opened her eyes into the dark, five minutes ago, her pulse pounding everywhere, including between her legs. No matter what had happened between them, nor the manner that they’d met, she felt inexplicably drawn to this man, it was like a part of her that was outside of her conscious control was directing her movements.

Was this what fate felt like? Was this the reason behind what had happened in the Jeep?

Looming over his dark form, she bent over, until the peaks of her nipples nearly grazed his chin. Her hair was a curtain down her back and no doubt he felt the ends tickling him behind her. She lowered herself down, his cock spreading her folds, but she arched back up and then lowered herself again, gliding down his length. Heat skittered up her spine and flushed the rest of her.

“What are you doing, little wolf?” Rough fingertips bracketed her hipbones. One hand coiled up into her hair, pulling her head back. Castor’s eyes opened and shone in the darkness, an eerie sort of silver.

“I want to. I need to.”

“To what?”

“I need you inside me.”

“Be specific, Briar May.” He kept his hand in her hair, pulling until it burned. She stayed upright to prove that she could, but maybe it was because she liked the sensation too much. She ached to have him, ached to hear his voice telling her what to do. There was something about Castor’s dark intensity that had lit a fire that refused to be extinguished.

His other hand traced a path from her hipbone all the way over to her folds. He ran one fingertip over her sensitive slit and then he found her entrance. He pushed slowly inside, and fuck, just that one finger was so good. She rolled her hips against it, and when his thumb brushed her clit, she panted at the raw sensation. “This is how you want me inside you?”

“Yes.” She tried to nod, but he had her hair wound around his fist far too tight. “I want all of you.”

“You want my cock splitting you in half again? That didn’t work out so well the first time.”

“We can go slower.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please, I’ll be careful. I’m on top. I won’t hurt myself if I’m in the one in control.” She knew that at most he was letting her have that illusion, but the way his lips curled into a savage grin told her how much he enjoyed it.

Last night he’d made her beg for him in words, but today it was clear that it was her body that was begging for him.

“Alright, my brave little wolf. You can have my cock. Work yourself over it first. I want it soaked with your juices before you take me inside that gorgeous, tight little pussy.”

She took his cock in her hand, working her fist over the thick, hard length of it. He kept working his finger inside her, kept bumping against her clit. She was half in a frenzy, and he’d only just started. He only stopped when she guided his cockhead to her entrance. He opened her to him, holding her wide with his hand. That should have been mortifying, but she wanted him to touch her however he pleased, and when she worked herself over his dick, he was clearly pleased. So was she, her heart was racing, and she was slick with arousal. She wanted him inside her and tried to bring him to her entrance, but he let go of her hair and took his cock in his hand. He kept her parted too, working her himself now.

“I’m ready,” she panted, trembling against him. “Please. I’m ready, Castor.”

“Ready for what, little wolf?” There was pleasure shining in his eyes along with that feral expression he never lost. He knew already.

“Ready for your cock inside me.”

She curled over and tried to kiss him, but he thrust a hand up against her chest. “Don’t arch forward. I want to watch it all.”

God. She could feel her cheeks burning, there was something so erotic about the way he’d voiced his desires, so carnal. Nothing like this had ever happened in those tame little romances she’d read. Should she be shocked? Maybe, but she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was taking the thick tip of him right back to her entrance. She was careful this time. No matter how badly she wanted him, she wasn’t going to break herself by trying to go for it all at once. She sunk down slowly.

He groaned as his cockhead slipped into her and grabbed her hips, sinking his fingers in deeply, but he didn’t guide her. He let her set the pace. His eyes never left her, watching where their bodies joined, and she did too. He was so thick that it was a struggle the whole way. She watched him disappear inside her while she felt her body parting for him, her walls tightening. It hurt, but not like before. It was more a discomfort, but the swell of heat was there too, and she found that as that increased, so the discomfort receded.

She took him completely, until his balls touched her ass, and then she paused. He wasn’t going to make her move, but he could make her bend. He grasped the back of her neck and eased her forward. When he arched up, he hit another part of her inside, deeper than before. She gasped and then gasped again when his mouth closed over her nipple. He sucked the tight peak, and without warning, he bit her hard enough that she cried out.

The pain made her wild, but not for escape. She moved against his cock, hips arching back and then crashing forward. She ground against him, and it sent a buzz sizzling all the way down her legs.

She was so full that it hurt. So tender still. It was wonderful. This time, it was a good dichotomy. It was better when Castor’s tongue swirled over the bite, over her nipple. It was even better when he sucked it into his mouth. She curled around him, pumping her hips faster. She was desperate for his mouth, and this time he let her kiss him. He bit her there, at the corner of her mouth, thrust his tongue in and claimed her there too.

She knew what it was like to come from her own ministrations, but there was no comparing what was about to happen to those feeble orgasms she’d given herself. Last night had been a revelation, but this felt like a storm. It was too much. It was going to break her wide open. She was burning up, drowning, trembling. There were hot tears on her cheeks, and she didn’t even know when they’d started. They trickled off her jaw, where Castor collected them with his tongue and lips.

“Mmm. I love the taste of your tears, little wolf.”

She gasped, and he gave a dark chuckle in response.’

“I told you I was bad, little wolf, and now I’m going to fill you with my seed and make you walk out of this hotel room with it dribbling out of you for hours.”

She should have been thinking about that exact statement and what it meant in terms of preventing something from happening that neither of them were ready for, but all she thought about was how much she wanted it. She was tired of being the good, sweet, dutiful woman who did what she was told and rarely crossed any boundaries. She didn’t even know the meaning of life until she met this man.

The first wave of her climax was so good that she thought that was it. She cried out and let her body take over. It kept getting deeper and more violent. Like wading into shallow water and then suddenly finding that the currents were more brutal than anticipated. They swept over her, carrying out into those dark, deep waters until all she could do was fall apart and beg, cry and explode. She was still vaguely aware that Castor was moving with her. Deep thrusts, over and over. She was coming all around his cock and then he grasped the back of her neck and groaned and she felt him come too. She felt the heat of him bursting inside her while his cock throbbed over and over. She felt sticky all around where they were joined.

She’d been waiting to have that romance novel experience that she’d spent so much time reading about, always thinking that it wasn’t ever going to happen to her. What they’d just done went so far beyond any silly book.

She let her lips whisper over Castor’s jaw, feeling the roughness of his beard against her tender skin where he’d bitten her. Every kiss was a sort of plea, but she had no idea what it was for. She didn’t want to cling to him. She couldn’t claim him or let herself be claimed. He was right when he’d said they should never have done this, but she wouldn’t take it back for anything. She’d wanted to give herself to the man her mind, body, and wolf knew to be her mate and her mate alone. She knew that if she couldn’t have Castor, she’d spend the rest of her life alone. Thinking about leaving the warm safety of the bed and his arms and venturing into a wild and dangerous day set her heart racing again. She barely kept the tears from coming, knowing that Castor would take it all wrong if she cried now.

The knowledge of what was coming couldn’t ruin their moment. She wouldn’t let that happen. She’d keep this time safe inside her, locked away, no matter what happened.

No matter how she had to fight for this man or beside him. No matter who was coming after them or what fate decreed.

Castor finally shifted, easing her onto her side. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in snugly against the heat of him. It didn’t feel token, but she could feel the tension in him, already coiled up. Whatever time it was, he must sense that dawn was close.

She closed her eyes and hung on to every second.

She knew full well that she might not get another night with this man. She might not even get another full day.

Even if his pack didn’t catch up with them—and she was hoping like crazy they wouldn’t because she didn’t think she could face them again and she was scared senseless at what Castor would do to protect her—they were still heading straight for her pack, and to them, Castor was an enemy.

She’d fight for him, fight until everyone understood he hadn’t hurt her or wrecked her life. He’d somehow saved it.

“We have about an hour yet.” His hot breath stirred her hair, tingling over her scalp. “You should sleep while you can.”

“Okay.”

She closed her eyes and their breathing fell into slow patterns, but they both knew the other was awake, worrying over that next stretch of hours and the unknown that lay beyond it.