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“I’ve thought about it,” Leo said, and I could hear the deep introspection within his voice. “But I don’t know how much is left there for us. Sometimes I think it would be better to start over completely rather than chasing ghosts from our past.”
“What do you mean?”
“When the brothers cursed our pack, I’m pretty sure they torched our homes. It’s fuzzy… that whole night is, but I think if we returned home all we would find is ashes.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” In my mind, Leo’s original home was waiting for him to return. I had been bracing myself for the day he would leave me, but after everything that had happened, it was pretty clear he wasn’t going anywhere unless I was with him, so I’d begun to wonder if I would move right along with him. Seemed like all that worrying was for nothing.
“It’s all right. To be honest, I didn’t even think about it for a long time. I had an extremely hard time recalling anything solid about that night, and I don’t think it’s from the brothers’ magic. I think it’s from trauma. Now that things have calmed down, maybe I’ll get a chance to sort it out. I’ve talked to Ricky, and he remembers even less than I do. So, who knows?”
The pain in his voice had me rolling onto my side and staring at his profile. Sometimes I felt a bit overwhelmed by the intense magical world I had stumbled into, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but admire everything Leo had survived. Had worked through.
“You know wherever you go, I’d follow, right?”
He didn’t say anything for a moment, and I wondered if I had gone too deep too quickly. I watched his throat bob as he swallowed, and then he rolled over to face me.
“I know you mean exactly what you say, but sometimes it’s so hard to believe that I could possibly be so lucky.”
He reached up and cupped my cheek, and I pressed my face into his palm. I loved the rough callouses of his finger pads as they dragged against my skin, and I wished I could bottle up that feeling to use whenever I was down in the dumps. Knowing Leo was so incredibly powerful that he could rip me limb from limb without breaking a sweat, but he still chose to be so delicate, made my heart pound in a way I didn’t know was possible.
“I think I’m the lucky one,” I murmured, placing my hand on his chest. While his flannel covered the muscles I was so familiar with, I could still feel his heartbeat. The steadythump-thumpagainst my palm assured me that both he and I were alive. That we were together in the moment.
“I guess we’re just lucky together, then.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
We closed the distance between us, our lips fusing together. We’d had all sorts of lip locks in our relationship, from feral and wanton, to sweet and soft. But this was different. It was deeper. Urgent but unrushed. Like it was a confirmation of everything we’d already said. There was no thought, no second-guessing, just the two of us and the love we shared.
Our hands slid over fabric and flesh. Even after all the time we’d spent together, after everything we’d been through, his touch never failed to make goosebumps rise along my skin. I never thought someone could look at me the way he did, and every time it was the most welcome surprise. A thousand years could pass, and I would never find anyone else like my love. Not that I would want to, anyway. I knew who I was meant to be with, and he was right in front of me.
When his hand cupped my breast, I gasped into his mouth, alight with the sensation of it all. That simple sound unlocked a furor in him, because his hands slid up over my thighs and under my dress. I rolled onto my back to give him better access, and Leo followed me, positioning himself on his elbows above me. God, I didn’t think I would ever get tired of that sight. Of his face hovering above mine, pupils so large and dark his eyes were almost black, his canines slightly elongated. I loved that his desire for me wasn’t always civil. That it was as wild and untamed as the wolf inside him. I doubted there was much else that could make me feel as beautiful. As desired.
“I want you,” he growled as if he could read my mind.
“You have me,” I said before kissing him for all that I was worth. “You’ll always have me.”
The rumble that issued from his chest was downright intoxicating, and I didn’t fight its pull. I raised my hips to help Leo strip my dress from my body. I wasn’t exactly an exhibitionist, so never in a million years had I imagined something like this happening in the middle of the woods, yet it felt so right, almost inevitable in a way, as if our love was so potent, so raw, it couldn’t be contained in my cabin.
Or maybe I was already fuck-drunk. It wouldn’t exactly be surprising considering the way Leo consumed every single one of my senses. My brain was alight with him, and only him.
And, God, did I love it.
I knew from experience that Leo was quite the fan of foreplay. Throughout high school and college, I remembered multiple girlfriends complaining their partner was only concerned with getting it in and out, but if Leo had his way, he’d eat his way to my heart.
But now, as he spread my legs and knelt between them, I got the feeling we wouldn’t have as much prelude as we normally did. Which was perfectly fine. I wanted him inside me. I yearned for him. As much as I really appreciated all the orgasms from Leo’s tongue, I so very desperately wanted him to fill me. It felt like a lifetime had happened since the last time we’d been together, and I was eager to experience that ecstasy again. There was something so primal about being joined together in that way, something that made me feel safe, protected, and wilder than I’d ever been in my life.
“Yes, please, oh, God, please,” I panted as Leo fumbled with him zipper. That was one thing I never quite enjoyed. Girl clothing, while complicated, was often pretty easy to get off. Men’s clothes? Not so much. Luckily, Leo didn’t need to shuck his pants off completely. He was already hard for me, and mystomach flipped at the thought of him buried deep inside me. While it was often hard to believe that someone could want me how Leo wanted me, it was very convenient how physically evident that attraction was. Something like that couldn’t be faked, no matter how insistent that little mean voice in my head tried to be.
“Don’t worry, love, I won’t make you wait. Not when you’ve been so good. No teasing tonight.”
I was definitely on board for that. Especially when those calloused finger pads I loved so much slid against me, testing my center to see how ready I was. And when he found I was already wet for him, the sound that issued out of him was pure sin. If I was remotely religious, I’d definitely have to go to confessional, but I was pretty sure that being on my knees would conjure all sorts of memories and sensations no priest could absolve me of.
“Leo. Please, I need you.”
Those words always got to him. And maybe it was a bit underhanded, but I was playing to my strengths. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to be completely enveloped by him. I wanted, for the fleeting time that our bodies were joined, there to be no one in the world but us.
“God, you’re so fucking wet for me.”
“For you and only you.”
That was the truth. Never with any of my partners had I had such intense sexual compatibility. And the fact that we had intense love and connection to go with it made it that muchmore.
Leo let out another groan of appreciation before gripping his straining length and rubbing it along my entrance. I opened my legs more, wanting to wrap them around his waist, but I knew I needed to wait until he was fully seated inside me. Patience was not my strong suit, but as he began to slowly enter me, Ifound the grace to lay back and let myself experience the slow, deliberate, and delicious slide of him.
It still seemed impossible that he would fit. The stretch of him, that burning slide, bordered on too much. But every time, I got over that hump without too much issue, and all of the good feelings came pouring in. It felt like every nerve in my body was alight, synapses singing with an overload of pleasure and excitement, and he hadn’t even started to move.
In true Leo fashion, he let me adjust before he pulled out, making sure I was comfortable and ready for him to plunge in again. I lost my patience, wrapping my legs around his waist so he could go that much deeper into me.
“Oh, fuck, Ven, the things you do to me.”
If I was in a bit more verbose mood, perhaps I would have told him what he did to me, but I could feel that haze that always came over my mind whenever Leo was giving it to me good, and I didn’t want to disrupt it by trying to be witty. I let myself feel everything, I didn’t chase the sensations, but I held on to every one of them, relishing the incredible things he could draw out of my body.
We moved as one, hips meeting fervently, the sound of our joining filling the quiet forest around us. I wasn’t embarrassed by the noise. No, it urged me on.
Even our breathing, which had started out as ragged counterpoints, were slowly drawing closer and closer to each other. It wouldn’t be that much longer before we were on the same frantic inhale and exhale, and for some reason that struck me as so incredibly lovely.
I’d been alone for so much of my life. My cowardice had caused the death of my mother, and then my guardian had rejected me for that. Even after that, I was so busy on the grind that there wasn’t much time or energy for much else.
But now I would never be alone again. Sure, I would have my moments of solitude when I needed them, but it would never be forced. It would never be my only choice. I had Leo, and he had me.