Page 59 of Wanted By the Wolves
“We’re mates, you idiot. We’re hers, but I’m yours too.”
I gape at him over my shoulder, doing my best impersonation of a trout. Who is this man?
A decade ago, Briggs was the center of attention. Charming. Flirty. Easygoing. While Dex stood on the sidelines, silent—a bit creepily, if I’m honest—Briggs was the opposite, making friends with everyone. This older version of Briggs is still like that, but he’s more serious and more caring. It’s surprising how much I like it.
He curls himself along my back, letting me feel his erection as he softly kisses my neck. “You don’t have to fight so hard. I’m not your enemy.”
My body seems to let go of an invisible weight, and I sigh. “All right, show me the surprise.”
Briggs plants a kiss on my neck and lets loose a little whoop. He grabs my hand, pulling me along through the greenhouse. “Excellent. I knew you would see it my way.”
“That’s because you make the alternative impossible,” I huff.
He gives me one of his endearing lopsided smiles. “I know. Isn’t it great?”
“Great isn’t the word I would use.” I shake my head, but I’m secretly amused.
He chatters about the perimeter check and the ferals taking off because of the storm while I follow him through the dim afternoon cold and into the barn.My amusement dies when we bypass the animals and head toward the loft. I’m surprised all over again when he has me climb up first, and I see he’s made a little camp with a thick blanket and a load of snacks on a tray.
This wasn’t our place or anything. Our time together up here was driven by the moon. We had been circling each other all summer, and when I found him working in the barn, shirtless and sweaty, I didn’t think. The first time was hard and fast against the wall, but we managed to make it to the loft and ride out the night. Two days later, the brothers left on their next mission.
Whether or not we realized it then, Briggs is showing me that I mean something to him now. I don’t know how to meet these new expectations or really know how to be her mate or his, but I can do the pleasure part of his plan.
Briggs crawls into the loft and settles on the blanket, leaning against a hay bale and spreading his arms in a ta-da gesture.I kneel between his legs, hovering over him. I dip under the neck of his flannel shirt, sucking along his collarbone.
Briggs’s fingers thread through my hair, and my dick wakes up. He tugs, drawing my eyes to his. “Not so fast. Talk to me.”
His eyes tell me he isn’t backing down.
I don’t either. “I thought your plan was heavy on the orgasms?”
The stare-off continues, Briggs searching my face for something.
It’s too much. I roll off him and stare at the sloped wooden beams of the barn roof.
Briggs pins me down, hovering over me as hecontinues studying me. “Fine, don’t talk. I will.” His eyes flash with his wolf. “You were right to do what she said.”
“How do you know?” I scoff. “We are talking about the same thing, right?”
Briggs huffs, the sound almost a laugh. “I’m not an idiot. I know a moon circle when I see one.”
My eyebrow lifts in surprise.
“Don’t act so shocked.” He cups my cheek, brushing soft lips against mine. “I still say I’m glad you did it.”
He goads me with his lips, teasing me until I give in to his softness. We didn’t kiss before, at least not like this. It was all fire. There’s heat this time too, but it’s warm and soft, not burning up with the rut of the moon. For a moment, I lose the thread of our conversation under the sensation of his lips exploring mine. I lift my hips and drag him closer with my hands, desperate to shut off my brain.
The infuriating alpha gives a singular roll of his hips, his hard cock nudging along mine before he pulls away. He leans his weight on his arms, and a smug grin crosses his lips.
“You know you were right,” Briggs says.
“Definitely.” I lift my brow. “What was I right about? Orgasms?”
Briggs’s hair falls into his eyes, and he gives me a rueful smile. “That… and giving her anything she wants.”
The weight of his meaning reverberates around me, and the heat in my veins turns to ice. I look away, but the stubborn wolf keeps talking.
“It’s her call. Whatever she wants or needs, we back it. But bonding her this moon? That’s right.”
