The Awakening Aidan - By Abby Niles Page 0,45

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When her body went slack under his, his beast howled while his human side slumped with relief. Her fingers tenderly combed through his hair, easing the pain of the fight.

He climbed back up Jaylin’s body and held her close, afraid for her to see his face, afraid of what it would give away. As he rearranged her skirt back over her thighs, he kissed the top of her head, squeezing his eyes closed.

He’d almost ruined everything, had almost betrayed her. And he now knew why.

Her aggression pushed the instinct into overdrive. Intensified everything.

If Jaylin became aware of this, she’d push him away again. He finally had her trust, had her willingly in his arms, laughing with him, smiling at him. Being herself with no guard up. He’d be damned if anything ruined that. There was only one way he could think of to ensure she didn’t become suspicious.

He had to be the aggressor at all times. Keep her sated. Tired. So thoroughly fucked, that she’d never again feel the need to jump him because he’d already done the jumping.

If he had one more Drall attack like he’d just experienced, he would bond to her. He knew it with such certainty, he hugged her closer. Then she would hate him. And he would hate himself for failing her after she’d finally given him her trust.

No, he’d take every precaution he needed to make sure it didn’t happen, except for the obvious one: letting her go. That he could never do.

As she rubbed her hand over his chest, he realized she had no clue how close she’d come to wearing his mark.

Good.

Because she never would.

Chapter Eight

Jaylin snuggled closer to the hard chest warming her back. Aidan made a sleepy noise and buried his face in the crook of her neck. The arm around her waist tightened. Smiling, she opened her eyes and blinked against the bright light that filled the room.

What time was it?

She craned her head up to glance at the clock on the nightstand.

A little after noon.

No shock there. What time had they finally fallen into an exhausted sleep after the previous night’s sex-a-thon? Four, five o’clock?

Aidan had been insatiable. One orgasm after another had ripped through her—for hours. He’d give her time to settle from each earth-shattering release before he’d use deliberate touches to make her body come to life again. All done while spooned behind her, denying her the ability to touch him in return. And when he had her moaning for more, he’d either roll her onto her belly or back and then stand or kneel between her legs and slip inside.

The continued denial of the weight of his body and the inability to slide her fingers over him as she wanted was an added aphrodisiac. All she could do was fist her hands in the comforter or in her hair and feel. He’d controlled what happened in that bed, controlled how he’d made her come, and she’d loved every minute of it.

But today it was her turn. She’d have to be sneaky though, having learned very quickly that Aidan liked to dominate. He wasn’t going to give that up easily.

A grumble came from Aidan’s belly and Jaylin smiled. They’d burned a ton of calories over the course of the evening. After the incredible night he’d given her, the least she could do was feed the man.

Slipping from beneath his arm, she paused when Aidan made another noise, but he then rolled onto his back, his arm flung above his head. Out. Cold. Now would be a perfect time to do some deliberate caressing of her own, but his stomach rumbled again. She’d get the food first, and then wake him by kissing her way down his chest.

As she stood, the muscles in her thighs quivered, reminding her of how he’d had them wrapped around his shoulders, spread wide apart or pushed close to her chest as he’d taken her. She was lucky she could even move this morning.

She grabbed his shirt off the floor and slipped it on, liking the idea of being dressed only in something of his when she roused him from sleep. Could already see the smug smile he’d give her as he realized what she wore.

The wonderful woodsy scent that was Aidan surrounded her. She brought a fistful of fabric up to her nose and breathed deep. The man smelled so good, had such a distinct scent, that just catching a whiff of him made her body respond, nipples tighten.

Releasing the