Page 38 of A Kiss From a Wolfman
“Yes, thanks to him, we have many lifetimes together.” His large hand skims over my jaw. “Do you feel different?”
“A bit,” I admit. “More whole—more permanent. Though, I’ve felt that way since I met you. I was alone for many years and now I know I will never be again.”
“Never,” he vows. “My time as a lone wolf has come to an end as well. We will always be one—this pack will be our safe haven. It will be our home where we start our family. Our children will be raised inside these walls.”
Heady thoughts of the future flood me, causing my blood to heat.
“Running a pack, having a mate, becoming a father—are you ready for so much responsibility?”
Ciaryn’s grin is filled with tenderness.
“With you by my side, Stella, I can take on anything.”
Lowering his head, he captures my lips with his. Our souls knit together as our kiss turns from chaste to hungry. His tonguesweeps into my mouth, tasting me fully. My fingers tunnel into his soft, dark fur and hold tight. Our bodies connect and rub against each other with maddening friction.
Ciaryn’s hand slips down my spine before cupping my backside and drawing me flush against his straining cock. His hardness makes my mouth water as I rub my stomach against it. His claws find the lacing of my gown and gently undo it until it falls into a heap at my feet. Kicking off my shoes, I break off our kiss and suck down lungfuls of air.
“Before we get too carried away,” I pant. “I’d like to wash up a bit. Cleaning so many wolfmen has left me a bit grimy.”
Ciaryn chuckles, slipping my shift off my shoulders and allowing it to join my dress on the ground. Naked and flushed, the firelight licks over my skin. Ciaryn growls as his hand travels up my stomach and gently squeezes my breast. A soft moan slips from my mouth as I tip my body towards his touch. Liquid arousal soaks my inner thighs.
Thumbing my nipple once more, Ciaryn’s eyes glow anew.
“Come, I know just the place.”
Before I can so much as quirk my brow, Ciaryn scoops me up in his arms. Cradling me to his massive chest, he turns us from our room and out into the corridor. The air in the hall is cool against my heated skin. The only sound is Ciaryn’s heavy footsteps as he leads us deeper into the cavern. Darkness swallows us as we travel down corners and crudely carved stairs.
I cling to him, loving the feel of his fur against me. After a few minutes, the air turns humid, and I can hear the faint sound of running water. Taking a sharp right turn, the sight before us steals my breath.
Glowing algae and luminescent plants grow along the pale stone walls and at the bottom of the deep pool. Crystal-clear water flows into the large room and fills the deep underground spring. Steam curls over the lip of the jagged edge of the water.
Carefully, Ciaryn sets me down on the cold floor.
“We should be alone here,” Ciaryn purrs in my ear, causing me to shiver. “No one else in the pack ever ventures this deep.”
Pleasure washes over me as I take my first step into the pool. Warm water licks up my calf and thigh before stopping just below my shoulders. The gentle lapping of the water soothes my aching muscles. Turning, I watch through half-lidded eyes as Ciaryn undresses with brutal efficiency. His hard cock stands proudly between his thighs, and I suddenly feel very empty.
Biting my lip, I watch him journey around the room with brutal efficiency. He lays out a few clean linen sheets before collecting a bar of soap and a couple of glass jars. Once he settles them along the water's edge, he enters the pool. His dark fur turns slick and molds to his impressive muscles. Taking my hips in his hands, he drags me towards him. He turns me swiftly until my back is settled against him. Ciaryn’s cock rests between the cheeks of my ass, seeking entrance into me.
I sigh, twitching against him ever so slightly.
“Naughty,” he condemns without heat.
“Always.”
His claws click against the stone before I watch him dip a bar of lavender-scented soap into the warm water. Once it foams up to his liking, he drags the bar along my body. He pays special attention to my breasts, teasing my nipples into hardened peaks. Then his hands skim lower, washing between my thighs with efficiency. I lean against him, delighting in the soft caresses that are only heightening my arousal.
Too soon, he is pulling his hand from my intimate flesh and returning to my upper body. Before I can protest, his fingers are digging into the aching muscles of my back. I moan as his strong fingers soothe the soreness. Ciaryn’s nose skims up my neck before kissing my cheek.
“You have the softest skin, Stella.” His tongue licks over my ear. “It’s a struggle not to devour you whole every time I touch you.”
“Understandable,” I sigh. “I am delicious.”
Ciaryn chuckles in my ear before reaching behind him again. He pours a hair tonic from the glass jar onto my head and gently lathers it. His hands rub small circles into my scalp. Pleasure washes over me.
Surprisingly, tears prick my eyes. Never in my life—even as a small child with countless maids and nannies—have I felt so cared for. Each touch is reverent and gentle. My heart aches, not from sadness but from the amount of love pouring from it.
I had spent my early years in fear of my father and my brother. Then, once I was free of them, I flitted from one town to the next, never settling down and making roots. I had always felt lost—as if I was searching for something unknown to me. Now I know what I was looking for. All this time it had been Ciaryn, and every choice I had made brought me to him. To my heart and the other half of my soul. My home is not a place but my wolfman—my mate.
