plummeted to my gut. Someone cleared their throat. I was quickly brought down from my high, and realized that we were still in the parking lot. I hid my face in Hunter’s neck, laughing to myself. Like a teenager caught in the middle of a hot-and-heavy make-out session. Pretty much all of that was true, except we were both adults. Hunter let out a low growl and I felt his hand tighten around my thigh. I almost told him to let me go so I could stand, but I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me. I didn’t want to leave the comfort of his arms.
“I suspect I will have to talk to you in the morning then.”
Damien’s voice came from behind me.
My back tightened with each new embarrassment. He had a light tone to his voice. Like he was pleased at what he was seeing. I really wanted to crawl into a hole. Instead I let Hunter hold me closer.
“You will.”
With that Hunter took off. His strides were fast but he wasn’t really running either. Werewolves were stronger than normal men, but I was sure he had to be tired. I started to wriggle, and he stopped, pulling back to look down at me.
“Please don’t do that.”
His voice was dark and rough. A thrill of excitement went through me when his dark eyes, full of desire, stared back at me.
Hunter started forward again. On the walk back to the cabin, I started to drift off. I was exhausted from lack of sleep from the weeks he was gone. Now that he was home in my arms I could finally rest. I felt Hunter place me on a bed. I grabbed onto his shirt holding him close.
“Don’t go.”
I snuggled into the crook of his neck.
“Let me shower. I’ll be back.”
I heard a smile in his voice. My hands had a mind of their own. I didn’t want to let go of him. I just got him back.
“You don’t smell, stay.”
“I’ll be quick.”
His scent engulfed me. Hunter had walked us back to his cabin. He pulled his dark comforter over me. I looked up at him his yellow eyes gleamed in the moonlight. He seemed a little too proud of himself at the moment. When I looked down at him I saw the dirt that was nearly embedded into his skin. His hair was a tangled mess. To my horror, I thought I could see red spatters. It could have been of an animal. I hoped it was an animal.
But none of that could stop me from thinking about him being naked in his shower. A room away. Less than 30 feet from me.
I swallowed hard and looked up at him again. He smiled, bending down to kiss me. When he pulled away, he headed towards his bathroom without a second glance. Instead of thinking about what was hidden from view, I snuggled deeper into my pillow.
What seemed like a few seconds later, Hunter’s scent grew even stronger. I opened my eyes to find that I was eye level with his chest. I snuggled closer. His faint hairs there tickled me. I bent my head to kiss right over his heart and was rewarded with a squeeze of his arms. I fell asleep shortly after.
The next time I woke up, I was tangled together with Hunter. We had sandwiched our legs. One of his, then one of mine, then his again. My leg draped over his hip. One hand cushioned my head, the other held my back. My hand curled next to his heart. My other held him as well. My hand stroked absently the muscle over his heart.
“I missed you.”
“I felt like I was missing a limb,” he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
I didn’t move from my curled position, so my head was cradled under his chin. I was scared to look him in the eye when I asked him, but I had to know.
“Did you…?”
“We never caught him. He must have been more powerful than his friend, because he teleported once he left pack land. We traced him for a while, but any farther and we would have been in witch’s land,” Hunter explained. He breathed out heavily afterwards as if he was feeling the weight of a new pressure.
“I’m glad you’re home. That’s all that matters to me.”
“I didn’t kill him,” he sounded disappointed in himself. And I think he thought I should be disappointed in him. In fact, I was feeling the opposite.