the delicate flesh that stretched to take him. Her whimpers turned to guttural cries as he trailed upward to circle the swollen nub of her clit. He teased it with the tip of his finger until her internal muscles began to clench around him.
He held her thighs and pushed into her, lifting his hips off the bed as he plowed through her tender tissues. Her head dropped back, and her cry turned into a scream. She gripped him so tightly, he could barely move.
He managed a few more thrusts, driving hard through her release until tingles of sensation shot along his spine, gathering at the small of his back. The feeling spread through his balls and cock until he couldn’t hold back any longer and emptied inside her.
Boneless, she slumped against his chest, her inhalations just as ragged as his. Lifting his hand, he smoothed her hair from her face as their breathing gradually returned to normal.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling this…vulnerable before. And he didn’t like it. Knowing that she was his mate but not claiming her fully ate at him. The more time he spent with her, the more his wolf struggled to rise to the surface, societal niceties be damned. Using strength of will he hadn’t known he possessed, he buried his animal nature for a while longer, knowing the closer they got to the full moon, the harder it would be to control. Pushing those thoughts away, he tugged the blankets over them, cradling Brenna in his arms. Everything else could wait a while longer.
Chapter Seven
Brenna walked with Roxy along the shoreline that meandered in front of Caleb’s house. Her cousin was back from the bed and breakfast where she’d spent the weekend with her new husband. She’d gone looking for Brenna at the motel but quickly learned Brenna was staying with Caleb. News still traveled at light speed in this sleepy little town.
“So…are you going to spill or what?” Roxy asked as they skirted a particularly large piece of driftwood.
“Spill what?”
Her cousin rolled her eyes. “Seriously? You’ve had a crush on Caleb since we were in the ninth grade, and I come home from my honeymoon and you’ve practically moved in with him. I think there’s plenty to tell, so get dishing!”
Brenna couldn’t help but laugh at Roxy’s indignation, but she had no idea where to begin. She’d been here since the night of the wedding. The following day, he’d talked her into ditching the motel room and staying with him. And she couldn’t say she regretted that decision. He’d taken her to visit all of her favorite spots along the coast. They’d hiked the dunes outside of Eagle Harbor, hunted for agates on the beach and he’d even taken her out on the lake until the waves got too rough. She assumed he was working every angle he could in an attempt to get her to stay. But since that couldn’t happen, she was looking at it as accumulating more memories to take home with her. Of course, her favorite recollections wouldn’t be the rocks or the leisurely walks through the brilliant autumn colored leaves. It would be the fervent kisses when she least expected them and the way he worked her body, making her come until she was weak, bringing her to heights she hadn’t known existed.
Yeah. She didn’t have any regrets about staying with him. Except the big one that loomed on the horizon. The one that was going to send her back to California with a broken heart. Because she was stupid.
She couldn’t imagine waking up to an empty bed or not seeing his mischievous smile across the room. Nor could she imagine not hearing his gravelly voice whispering in her ear about all of the wicked things he planned to do to her. In a few short days, she’d totally managed to fuck up her life. She was an idiot.
Brenna followed Roxy up on top of a rock formation that jutted out into the lake then carefully picked her way across the jagged surface as they walk to the edge where the waves crashed against it. The rising full
He held her thighs and pushed into her, lifting his hips off the bed as he plowed through her tender tissues. Her head dropped back, and her cry turned into a scream. She gripped him so tightly, he could barely move.
He managed a few more thrusts, driving hard through her release until tingles of sensation shot along his spine, gathering at the small of his back. The feeling spread through his balls and cock until he couldn’t hold back any longer and emptied inside her.
Boneless, she slumped against his chest, her inhalations just as ragged as his. Lifting his hand, he smoothed her hair from her face as their breathing gradually returned to normal.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling this…vulnerable before. And he didn’t like it. Knowing that she was his mate but not claiming her fully ate at him. The more time he spent with her, the more his wolf struggled to rise to the surface, societal niceties be damned. Using strength of will he hadn’t known he possessed, he buried his animal nature for a while longer, knowing the closer they got to the full moon, the harder it would be to control. Pushing those thoughts away, he tugged the blankets over them, cradling Brenna in his arms. Everything else could wait a while longer.
Chapter Seven
Brenna walked with Roxy along the shoreline that meandered in front of Caleb’s house. Her cousin was back from the bed and breakfast where she’d spent the weekend with her new husband. She’d gone looking for Brenna at the motel but quickly learned Brenna was staying with Caleb. News still traveled at light speed in this sleepy little town.
“So…are you going to spill or what?” Roxy asked as they skirted a particularly large piece of driftwood.
“Spill what?”
Her cousin rolled her eyes. “Seriously? You’ve had a crush on Caleb since we were in the ninth grade, and I come home from my honeymoon and you’ve practically moved in with him. I think there’s plenty to tell, so get dishing!”
Brenna couldn’t help but laugh at Roxy’s indignation, but she had no idea where to begin. She’d been here since the night of the wedding. The following day, he’d talked her into ditching the motel room and staying with him. And she couldn’t say she regretted that decision. He’d taken her to visit all of her favorite spots along the coast. They’d hiked the dunes outside of Eagle Harbor, hunted for agates on the beach and he’d even taken her out on the lake until the waves got too rough. She assumed he was working every angle he could in an attempt to get her to stay. But since that couldn’t happen, she was looking at it as accumulating more memories to take home with her. Of course, her favorite recollections wouldn’t be the rocks or the leisurely walks through the brilliant autumn colored leaves. It would be the fervent kisses when she least expected them and the way he worked her body, making her come until she was weak, bringing her to heights she hadn’t known existed.
Yeah. She didn’t have any regrets about staying with him. Except the big one that loomed on the horizon. The one that was going to send her back to California with a broken heart. Because she was stupid.
She couldn’t imagine waking up to an empty bed or not seeing his mischievous smile across the room. Nor could she imagine not hearing his gravelly voice whispering in her ear about all of the wicked things he planned to do to her. In a few short days, she’d totally managed to fuck up her life. She was an idiot.
Brenna followed Roxy up on top of a rock formation that jutted out into the lake then carefully picked her way across the jagged surface as they walk to the edge where the waves crashed against it. The rising full
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