There was no doubt. Scarlett was braver than he was. How long did women usually stay mad about things like this? He wasn’t asking the three shifters near him that was for sure.
Fix this. His wolf ordered.
He wanted to. Bad.
Chapter Twelve
One of Michael’s brothers, she thought it was Theo, showed her into Michael’s room. Michael was broader shouldered than Theo, his face angular, his eyes darker and also warmer.
Theo hadn’t said much before he’d left. Clearly, her hysterical tears had put him off his game a little bit. Even she couldn’t understand why she was this upset.
A world without Michael in it would be a darker, miserable place. In fact, she knew firsthand how low that existence would be. She’d been relatively content to go through life abused all the time. In fact, she’d been relieved not to be dead.
Michael had changed all of that. Not just for her, but for nearly an entire pack of wolves. What if he’d made a different decision and taken the out offered by the ceremony?
She closed her eyes and slumped upon the bed. Michael’s scent enveloped her, making her heart ache with longing for him. Where was he?
She’d heard the three guys stop him on the boat and she’d appreciated it. That wouldn’t have been a good time for her to speak. But now?
The safety of sleep grabbed her attention and pulled her to its waiting arms. Trying to pry open her eyes worked for about three seconds before she gave into the exhaustion that overtook her.
She wasn’t sure how long she slept. When she woke up, it was dark outside and Michael’s arms were wrapped tightly around her, all but pinning her to his chest.
Waiting for a moment to see if he would say something, she realized he was out cold. His deep breaths were steady and sound, a reminder that he was there and he was with her. Listening to him lulled her back down into unconsciousness.
The next time she awoke, Michael was not asleep. His warm lips made their way down her body as his hands skillfully unbuttoned her shirt. The same clothes, she realized distantly, she’d fallen asleep in.
“I really must smell bad. I’ve been in these clothes forever.”
He mumbled something incoherent and kept kissing her.
“Michael?”
“You smell awesome, like you always do, and I swear if I don’t get inside of you soon I might explode.”
She opened her eyes to look at him. His eyes were serious. All of a sudden, the argument came back to her. Her unreasonable response to his thinking about leaving this world.
More rested, she didn’t think she’d react quite so strongly. Not that she was any happier but she wasn’t going to weep.
“I’m sorry I got so upset.”
He kissed her hard on the lips. “I’ve got to get you out of these clothes.”
Clearly, Michael wasn’t fooling around. Sitting up, she helped undoing the buttons and threw the shirt on the floor. It was already disgusting. She was going to have to do some laundry. Next, she pulled off her khaki pants in the same general direction where she’d thrown the shirt.
Michael tugged at her clothes breaking the clasp of her bra. She gasped and looked down. His cheeks turned a decidedly red color. “Sorry, I’ll get you a new one. A whole bunch of new ones. Or you get yourself some. What’s mine is yours, as you know.”
“Let’s face it, I don’t really need a bra.”
“Still, I can’t go around destroying your clothing.”
“Sure you can, I kind of like it that you’re losing it a little bit.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You do?”
“Sure. You don’t have to be in control all the time.”
With a muttered oath, he pushed her flat on her back, kissing her frantically. She could hardly keep up. Michael seemed crazed and, for her part, she was happy to go along for the ride.
He kissed her chest and she gasped. Her skin tingled with excitement. For a person who had once thought sex horrendous, it was amazing how turned on she could get by being kissed and caressed by her mate. Then again, maybe it was supposed to work that way.
She didn’t care. Arching her back off the bed, she felt the rough pads of his skilled hands delve into the curls covering her pussy. “Yes, Michael, stroke me there.”
“You like that, huh?” His eyes sparkled with lust as he gazed down at her.
“I like everything but, gods, I want your hands on me.”
“That’s good because I want to put my hands on you.”
And he did. First one finger and then another as she groaned. Another few seconds and she’d be begging. He played with the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her channel and she sighed, feeling the pressure growing.
“You’re so beautiful, Scarlett. I want to watch you come for me. Then I’m going to make you do it again.” He nuzzled her neck as he spoke. She could feel the hard length of his erection pressed up against her leg.
He wasn’t going to have to wait long to get his wish. All the pent-up emotion of the last few days swirled inside of her, desperate for release and Michael’s talented hands were giving it a chance to explode. Biting down on her lip, Scarlett saw colors form before her eyes before she shouted Michael’s name in a frenzy of pleasure that made her whole body shake.
Michael’s mouth took hers in what she could only describe as an assault on her senses. Gods, she loved him. Loved the way he tasted, loved the way his whiskers rubbed her as he kissed, loved the way he lost himself in the joining of their two mouths.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on, feeling his hard member against the outside of her opening. She knew what would be happening, she craved it.
“I want you.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Take me.”
He seemed to need no other words. He pushed his erection deep inside of her with one hard movement. She gasped from the fullness and closed her eyes.
“Gods, Scarlett, you’re so damn tight. It’s like heaven in here.”
For her part, she couldn’t speak and his words were like caresses on her ears. He was never as uncontrolled as when they made love. It astonished her that she was the one who could make him this way.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her against the headboard in his strong movements, his hand preventing her head from striking the board itself.
“More, Michael. Give me everything.”
“I want to, Scarlett. I want you to have my whole life.”
Closing her eyes, she let herself get lost in the feelings his cock created inside of her.
Shifting his legs, he changed his direction slightly and now he rubbed her clit in his thrusts.
She cried out as the pressure became too much. If she was going to die, she decided, she wished it could be like this, with Michael inside of her, their bodies forever joined.
“More … more … more,” she begged as her body exploded. She could feel her wetness surround Michael’s length as he screamed her name following her into the oblivion they had created together.
Seconds later, or maybe it was hours, she could no longer sense time, he kissed her nose, her forehead, her neck.
“I’m so sorry, Scarlett. I’m so sorry I even thought about not waiting for you. I felt sorry for myself, lost, alone. I can’t really explain it except the way it is between us now, I need it. I was drifting in loneliness, needing you and not knowing you were out there.”
Scarlett opened her eyes to look at him as tears fell on her face. Her heart pounded hard as a lump formed in her throat.
“Michael, are you crying? Don’t.”