She nodded, coming to stand by his side. “Does it hurt?” she asked, running her fingers along the gouge on his buttock.
He turned, looking down at her. “Nothing hurt as much as being away from you.”
“I was so worried,” her voice broke. “Terrible nightmares—”
He tugged her against him, kissing her deeply. He knew all about nightmares. Every fucking night he relived the Others’ words, saw their threat come to life…and there was nothing he could do about it. He’d seen Jessa as a wolf—at Cyrus’s side—and Oscar’s bed full of blood.
“Dreams,” he said against her mouth. “Just dreams.”
She nodded, her fingers sliding into his hair. “You’re here.”
“I’m here,” he repeated. He’d traveled all night to get to her, and he wasn’t letting her out of his sight.
Having her take the lead was completely unexpected, and hot as hell. Soft lips latched onto his, tugging his lower lip into her mouth. The nip and tug of her teeth, the breathy moan in the back of her throat, the bite of her nails on his shoulders—her hunger was all it took to make him rock-hard and aching.
The sweep of her hair fell against his shoulder, surrounding him in her scent. There was no place he’d rather be. He’d missed everything about her. The urge to touch her, to hold her close, to bury himself inside her until there was no fear of ever losing her again was all-consuming.
Her hands slid down his chest, gripping his hand in hers and bringing it between her legs. “Love me. Don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop,” he growled. Whatever she wanted, he’d give her. His fingers slid over the nub at her core. He worked her over, stroking and teasing until she was shuddering around him. She clamped down on him—her muscles contracting. When she came, arching into his hand, his wolf wanted to howl in satisfaction.
They made it back to the bed, falling into the blankets before he was rolling on a condom from the bedside table. Her fingers slid along his engorged shaft and back to the tip, tracing the sensitive head as she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his chest. “Damn. It.” The words tore from his throat. While he sucked her earlobe into his mouth, his thumb stroked her inflamed flesh relentlessly. His other hand slid around her waist, gripping her buttocks and lifting her to take him.
But she pushed him back onto the mattress. He stared up at her, mesmerized by the raw hunger on her face. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured. And she was his. His heart thumped, full of so much more than lust.
When she bent forward, her long blond hair slipped across his stomach. The shock of her lips closing on the tip of his erection, her tongue teasing the crown, stole his breath. His body jerked up, forcing him deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. She moaned, sending shockwaves along his shaft. It was good. Too good. But he wanted more than his own pleasure. And dammit, he had to touch her.
“Jessa,” he whispered, pulling her up and cradling her face in his hands. Forehead to forehead, he wrapped her close and breathed her in.
“I missed you,” she whispered. “So much.” Green eyes bore into his as she smiled. He groaned, burying his face in the hollow between her breasts as she lowered herself onto him. Control slipping, he wound his arms around her waist to keep their rhythm maddeningly slow and steady.
Stroking, cupping, biting, licking, he explored eve
ry inch of her. No matter how he took her, her body offered endless temptation. Making her cry out, her body twitching and rising, only heightened his craving. He knew she was worn out, her body consumed by the same endless longing. Sweat slicked them both, but he couldn’t get enough.
“Jessa,” his voice was gruff as he let go of his restraint. His hands rested on her thighs, caressing the silky-soft skin as he watched the play of sensation on her face. So damn beautiful. “Let go.”
She stiffened instantly, her release rolling over her with a broken cry. He pumped into her, then, holding her in place until he came with a growl. They were gasping when she slumped forward over him, her hair falling around his shoulders and her cheek resting against his chest.
Nothing eased his wolf like holding her. The wolf would be happy to stay that way––until he wanted her again.
“I can’t move,” she gasped.
“Then don’t,” he murmured, pressing a kiss against her forehead.
She relaxed then, her breathing slowly easing as his fingers traced the length of her spine. “When will we leave?” she asked.
“Soon,” he answered.
“I miss him,” she said, a completely different type of longing in her voice.
He hugged her close, rolling her beneath him. “Do you want to leave now?”
“I don’t think I can walk,” she answered, looking exhausted—but happy.
“Are you complaining?” he asked, nuzzling her nipple.
“Are you trying to kill me?” she asked.