Moon Claimed (Werewolf Dens #2) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,72
of my hair across my back.
The change wasn’t as rapid, but I straightened after a minute and walked to my sheet, swiping it up.
“Not bad.” Sascha leaned against the balustrade.
I cocked a brow, tying the sheet around my body. “The view or the shift?”
His lips curved, and he approached, not answering.
I tilted my chin, narrowing my eyes.
Sascha cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my cheekbone. “Running with you was an unbelievable turn-on.”
Yeah, he wasn’t alone in that. The latent thrum of adrenaline wanted me to do all kinds of wild things.
Lowering his head, Sascha trailed kisses down my throat. My head tipped back, and a sigh escaped my parted lips. I trailed my fingertips over his chest, leaning forward to place a kiss in the middle. He caged me against the bungalow wall and hooked my leg around his hips. His hands bunched in the sheet and a growl built in his throat.
Placing one hand over his, I captured his full attention and slowly traced his lips. Completing my torture, I ground into his erection at the same speed.
“Andie.” Honey eyes burned brighter than ever before. His gaze snagged on my lips, and I moistened them.
He dragged a thumb over my bottom lip, a favour I’d return in short duration.
Just as soon as he kissed me.
“Where is she?” a voice bellowed.
A slap wouldn’t have worked half so well. “What is Wade doing here?”
“I texted him off your phone a few hours ago to let him know what happened,” he answered.
“Wade doesn’t know I’m a wolf!” I scented the slight decay of Sascha’s pine.
He knew that.
“Such a dick move.” Pushing past, I ran into the bungalow for my clothes.
Fuck, I didn’t have any.
“Andie Thana, get your ass out here!”
Dread curling around my heart, I gave up the hunt for clothes and trudged down the hallway in my sheet.
Outside, Wade folded his arms when he saw me. He’d driven Ella F here.
“Hey.” I crossed the distance.
“You’re in a sheet.”
“I… ruined my clothes.”
“When you shifted into a wolf,” he said coldly.
I lowered my head. Dammit, Sascha. “When I turned into a wolf, yes.”
“That fucker bit you in Water.” He began to pace. Wade stopped abruptly, fists bunching. “When did you first shift?”
“Night before Timber.” I’d never seen him this furious. Holy shit.
“The night you wanted time to yourself. That’s why you moved out to the cabin. What the fuck, Andie?”
I closed my eyes. “I didn’t want to put you in a position where you had to lie to the tribe.”
“I already lie to the tribe for you.”
“I know. But this is another level. I couldn’t face you.”
He squared his shoulders, grey eyes flashing. “You didn’t trust me.”
“I trust you.”
“You didn’t trust me enough.”
I remained mute. “Stewards are raised to hate Luthers. Even if they don’t learn about the wolf part until later, I hear the way mothers talk about the people on the south side to their kids. It’s not that I didn’t trust you enough. It’s that I feared…”
“What?” he said, unfolding his arms.
We looked at each other.
Wade didn’t budge. “If I had to wake up to that shitty text and drive over here believing you were dead, then you can say the fucking hard words in front of this pack.”
My lips twitched.
His eyes narrowed. “Don’t you smirk at me.”
I crossed the gap. “I didn’t know if your love for me would be greater than a lifetime of prejudice.”
Wade’s shoulders sagged, and I hugged him around the middle.
His arms didn’t come around me. “What do you think now?”
I peeked up. “That you might love me more than a lifetime of prejudice?”
“Don’t look at me with those eyes. You know I can’t resist them.” He returned the hug tightly.
Swallowing hard, I said, “I’m sorry.”
“You will be.”
My stomach plummeted. “Why? Who else knows?”
He pulled away to glare. “You think I’m stupid? You can’t tell anyone else—well, maybe Cameron, but definitely not your bullshit sister.”
“Don’t say that about Rhona.”
His mouth bobbed. “Wait, this isn’t why she’s so pissed, is it?”
The thought of her discovering this truth made me feel sick.
I shook my head.
Wade swore. “Whoa. She definitely can’t find out then. Can you imagine her reaction? Talk about the Kardashian episode to end all Kardashian episodes.”
Yep.
She couldn’t ever find out.
A tear slipped over my cheek and I ducked my head as more followed. Crap. I sniffed, and Wade held me at arm’s length.
Horror painted his features. “Oh fuck, are you crying?”
I didn’t think he’d still want to be my friend. I gulped in air as sobs