like that was her moment to tell or show. To be honest, I sort of wanted to see the fucker shocked. Not a lot took Hunter by surprise so it was quite funny when it did.
“Alright,” I yawned, “see you in a bit.”
My wolf let out a low rumble in my throat as we thought about our sleeping mate waiting for us. I pulled off my hoodie as I walked into the room and quietly closed the door.
Dylan was already up reading through something on his laptop in the living room suite area. Instead of saying anything, I walked passed and easily crawled up the bed until I could pull her completely against me.
Breathing in her fresh scent, I let out a low growl. My body hardened against hers. I didn’t have time to do anything about it before my eyes closed completely, happy just to have her in my arms.
7
Colette Allard
I’d been in my fair share of comfortable beds, but never one this fucking comfortable. Although, I think a majority of that comparison had to do more with how much sleep I’d gotten… and who I had fallen asleep with.
By the time my heavy eyes finally managed to open, I realized that a familiar bonfire scent had replaced the faint smell of pine and leather that accompanied my other two mates. I smiled, thrilled to find myself pressed into a muscular golden chest that I knew was Dylan. I had thought for sure he’d gotten up this morning right before Luca had climbed into bed, but then again it looked like it was mid-afternoon so maybe he’d been tired enough to come back. I sure as hell didn’t mind.
I think this was the latest I’d slept in for some time. When I lived back in Maine, my mother used to wake me up early in the morning and force me to go on a jog before school. Something about ‘keeping beautiful’ and other shit I paid no mind to. I just used it as an excuse to improve my lung capacity for dance when I was on the stage for extended pieces of choreography. It sort of ruins the appeal when a dancer is huffing and puffing all over the stage. After all, wasn’t that what ballet was all about? The reason people said it was easy? It was because we made it look easy. We made it look effortless. That was the point.
Not wanting to think of my mother anymore, I pressed my lips against Dylan’s neck which was rewarded with a sleepy rumble.
His large rough hands gripped me tighter as he hooked my leg so I was flush against him.
My fox produced a small whine of contentment and frustration because I was instantly turned on. Somewhere along the line, if I even heard their voices I found myself getting wet. It was actually ridiculous.
His voice was rough as he spoke softly. “Fuck, Colette. You are so sexy and soft. I will never get tired of touching you.”
I nipped his neck lightly and he let out a growl causing me to tilt my head back to look up into his beautiful face. His eyes opened, despite being hooded with heat and sleepiness, offering me a hot look that had my body breaking out into shivers. My tongue darted out to lick my lips without permission and he let out a low groan. A small surprised sound came out of my mouth as he leaned down, brushed my nose gently before sealing our lips together.
Luca’s kiss had been hot and had my head spinning, but Dylan’s was a different type of lethal.
I let out a small whimper as his hand closed around my throat, his mouth taking mine in a deep, demanding kiss. I squirmed against him.
His other hand held me against his muscular form, his fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises which only turned me on more. He rolled us, caging me underneath him as my fingers slipped into his soft hair.
I tugged experimentally and he growled against my lips, his cock hard and pressed against my center, only separated by these stupid fucking clothes we were wearing.
A whimper came from my throat as his hand pushed up the tank top I wore, exposing my breasts to the cool air and causing my nipples to harden almost painfully begging for his touch. I let out a small moan as he teased them with his fingers causing me to rock against him, needy for relief from this frustration.