Fated for Her Wolves - Tara West Page 0,59

on her bed as awareness slowly returned. This was the guest bedroom at her mates’ grandparents’ house. How had she gotten here?

Horrific memories flooded back. The demons! The haunted forest! She ran her hands over her face and body, shocked there were no cuts or bruises. Her hair was damp and twisted into a tight bun on top of her head. Had it been washed? Where was Dimitri? Had he survived?

She heard a noise and looked over the side of the bed, relief sweeping through her. Dimitri was in human form, sleeping on a mattress on the floor. There were no visible injuries. She slipped out of bed, not caring that she wore only a thin nightgown, and crawled in beside him, exploring his bare chest. He felt whole. Had they truly been saved? They’d wandered so long in that nightmare, she’d thought they’d never be freed.

“Dimitri,” she whispered when she saw movement beneath his eyelids. “You awake?”

His eyes opened, and he looked at her, then went into alert mode, glancing around the room.

“It’s okay,” she said. “Pretty sure we’re in your grandparent’s house.”

Realization dawned in his eyes before he flashed a subtle grin. “Hello, iubita mea.”

She savored the feel of his warm skin against hers. “Your burns are gone.”

“Da.” He dragged his knuckles down the side of her face. “So are yours.”

“Is this real?” she asked, unable to keep the tremors from her voice. “We’re safe, right?”

His nostrils flared as he held her tight, looking around the room. “Da.” He flashed a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We are now.”

But for how long? she couldn’t help but wonder. Balban had escaped hell more than once. Perhaps Sitri, too. What if they returned?

She fought back a sudden wellspring of emotion. “I never want to go near that forest again.” And to think, she’d be spending the rest of her life only a few miles from the place of her nightmares.

“Nor do I.”

She supposed it was good Romanian wolves rarely shifted or went into the forest. The thought of going anywhere near there filled her heart with dread.

“How do you feel?” she asked, trying to concentrate on making sure he was okay while pushing dark thoughts out of her mind.

“Rested,” he said, stroking her arm, his knuckles coming dangerously close to the swell of her breast. “You?”

His touch set her hormones on fire. She cupped his cheek. “Thankful.” She badly wanted to melt into him until their bodies became one. Perhaps making love to him would chase away the nightmares.

Awareness dawned in his eyes. “I smell your arousal.”

Her cheeks flamed. “I can’t help it.”

“Neither can I,” he said, flipped her over, and pressed her into the mattress.

“We can’t.” She tried pushing him away, but her efforts were futile. Not that she tried all that hard. She wanted to spread her legs, holding him close while he drove away her dark depression. “We haven’t bonded.” She let out a ragged breath when he dragged his teeth down her throat.

“I know,” he murmured against her skin. “I’ll be careful. I want to taste you.”

Taste her! Alarm bells went off in her head. This time she pushed harder, but he continued nipping and kissing down her body. She cringed when he lifted the flimsy nightgown and slipped off her panties.

Again, she tried to push him back. “I don’t remember when I last had a bath.”

He kissed her inner thigh. “You smell good to me.”

Moisture pooled between her legs when he purred against her thigh. When he licked her wet ribbon, she practically flew off the mattress.

“Taste good, too,” he murmured.

She dug her fingers into his scalp, wanting to tell him to stop but powerless to do anything other than moan when he dragged his thick tongue over her clit again. Desire flowed through her veins like molten lava, liquifying her insides. He continued to lick and lick, urging her to spread her thighs. When his forefinger and thumb played with her swollen pearl, she unraveled like a ball of yarn while orgasm after orgasm flooded his mouth.

He chuckled while lapping up her juices. “That didn’t take long.”

She massaged his scalp with a sigh. “A much-needed release.”

Her breath hitched when he climbed the length of her body, a feral look in his eyes as he seated himself between her thighs.

“I won’t take your virginity,” he whispered against her mouth.

She relaxed, sinking into the mattress, and he rubbed his smooth cock against her slippery cunt. He kissed her passionately, their tongues sparring while he