This isn’t about you. Shane’s warning returned to taunt him. Keep that in mind.
Like he could fucking forget. “I want to watch you come,” he snarled, lifting his head to see her face. “Right now, baby. Come for me.”
She did and he knew that he’d never seen anything more perfect. Her back arched, breasts straining against the shirt, parting the buttons wider. Her pussy clasped his finger, her body quaking as her high-pitched wail of release carried through the room. To make it last, he kept manipulating her clit, thrumming it softly. He didn’t look away, studying her face, groaning at the ecstasy etched in her delicate features.
Within seconds she sighed and went soft. He lifted his thumb, keeping his finger buried inside her. It was hell to not pull away and lick away her sweetness, knowing he’d finally know how good she tasted if he did. Instead he played at being a gentleman for the first time in his existence, hoping that his efforts would be worth it.
“That was nice,” she sighed, her tone one of bliss and satiation. “Hmm.”
Then—before he could blink—her emotions shifted.
Since he was staring at her face he saw her tension before he smelled it. Her vaginal walls flexed around his finger, her lips parting in horror as her eyes flew open. Most of the time terror fed the wolf, making it stronger. In this case Rachel managed to overpower her newly created beast, thrusting it into the corner.
“Oh no.” Embarrassment laced the words that echoed in his ears. “Oh God!”
She’s confused and afraid. Do this right. Don’t fuck up.
With regret he pulled his finger from the satiny walls that gripped him, reminding himself that his female needed to be seduced and not forced. He slid his hand from her panties, already sensing her physical and emotional withdrawal. Good thing he’d listened to his instincts. If he’d claimed her she would have hated him for it. He had to prove himself and show her why he was a worthy male and mate.
“We’ll drive to your place and get your things,” he said, quickly moving from the bed. If he didn’t, he didn’t think he’d be able to put a lid on his urges. “I want you to be comfortable here.”
“What?” It hurt, watching her scramble away after what they’d shared. “I’m not staying here. I told you that.”
Patience was a virtue he sorely lacked. Damn it.
“Just Rachel,” he taunted, drawing out the endearment. If he’d learned anything during their time together it was that she hated being goaded. “You are staying here. You might despise the sight of me but you’ll get used to it. I’m not leaving you alone to face what’s coming. Like it or not this is your home.” Taking a step closer, he attempted to provoke her further. “Get used to it, sunshine. You’re stuck with me.”
She opened her mouth to argue, fire flashing in her morning blue eyes. After a moment’s hesitation he brought his finger to his mouth, slipping it between his lips. Her flavor burst on his tongue, sweet and spicy. Closing his eyes, he savored the first taste of his mate. He’d shocked her but it was worth it. She needed to understand he wasn’t going anywhere. He opened his eyes and their gazes locked. He smelled her newfound arousal, could see it in the way her irises lightened near her pupils. In a few days—when the full moon arrived—she’d be unable to deny him.
A small comfort but a comfort nonetheless.
“I…uh…” She quickly averted her gaze, staring at the floor.
He removed his finger, running his tongue over his lip. Already her taste was fading but he’d never forget it, able to recall it from memory. A part of her belonged to him even if she wasn’t fully aware of it. They’d crossed an enormous obstacle, obliterating a wall that had stood too long between them. She’d given herself over, asking for his touch. Living with him she’d eventually want more. One by one he was determined to eradicate each barrier, to get beneath her skin in the same way she’d gotten beneath his.
Starting now.
“One door leads to the bathroom, the other is the closet. You saw where I came in, so I’m guessing you know which way is out.” Regretful and aching himself, he drew back, watching her with each step he took away. “Most of my things won’t fit but you’re welcome to anything I have. I’ll give you some time to get dressed. When you’re ready come find me.”
Then—before she could entice him to say to fuck with it and ravish her silly—he opened the door, stepped outside and closed it behind him.
Chapter Four
You’re a nothing but a jezebel, might as well put on a red light.
Rachel’s gaze darted to Declan, just as it had many times since they’d climbed into his large SUV. The image of him licking his finger shot through her head. As always, warmth accompanied the visual, spreading over her like melted butter. If he’d ditched his shirt and joined her in bed, she could have felt those lips against her skin. His touch had been confident and expert, giving her pleasure in seconds. She’d never climaxed so quickly, riding on adrenaline and need.
“Just Rachel?” Declan purred, looking at her. His irises were amber-hued, his lips curved in a sensual grin. “What are you thinking about?”
“Politics and world hunger,” she snapped, ripping her eyes from him.
What was it about him? How in the hell did he always manage to know what she was thinking? Even worse, how had he managed to worm beneath her skin? Was Chloe right? Was this meant to be from the start? Were there more than hormones involved? It wasn’t all due to the fact she was changing, was it?
Changing. Oh God.
She wanted to reach for her shoulder but didn’t. She didn’t need another reminder of what was taking place inside her. When she’d inspected where she’d been bitten and seen the skin had mended, leaving behind scabby scratches, she’d nearly had a panic attack. Humans didn’t heal that quickly. Not after such a serious injury. But she wasn’t human. Not anymore.
Stop. Just stop.
In the last hour she’d tried not to think about it. There was too much involved. She’d avoided supernatural things but Chloe’s interest—which she understood once Chloe had changed—meant she’d heard stories. Did they really rip off their clothes and go running through the woods during full moons? How about eating animals? What if her mother had been right and they ate children too? She was sure Chloe wouldn’t do something like that, having been raised human and all. No way. She’d die first.
You should have asked her. Chloe would have answered every question.
Weight settled over her thigh, tearing her from her panic. She looked down, focusing on the hand Declan had placed on her leg. Heat radiated from the touch, seeping past the thin cotton sweats she’d tossed on. He’d been right, the garment didn’t fit. She’d had to roll the legs and waist up just to walk. She could feel each of his fingers, identify the flat plane of his palm. Not too long ago she’d ridden that hand, using it to send her spinning. It had felt so good too, like coming home.
Tingles swept over her skin, a hazy shade of red covering her vision. If she hadn’t stopped him—if she hadn’t freaked out like an idiot novice—she could have had him on top of her, his body bearing hers into the bed. If she hadn’t seen Chloe and Jackson in the living room, she might have been tempted to do something else. After all, Declan was the ultimate eye candy. Just one lick wouldn’t take her to his delicious, sweet center.
What’s wrong with me? She closed her eyes, trying to stop thinking about sex. She hadn’t been this horny since she’d decided to see what the fuss was about. To her surprise it wasn’t all that great. Just another thing the movies got wrong. It has to be a werewolf thing. What am I turning into?