Morlie gave a short nod.
“Is there anything there,” he tipped his head toward the dragon territory two miles away, “you need to get?”
She glanced over her shoulder toward the path she’d run.Chanin knew she could not see that far in the dark.The minute enhancement of her vision would not allow her to see more than a few feet.Moving a hand from his shoulder, she fingered the item around her neck.“Everything I need, I have.”
One day, he’d ask her about the significance of what hung from the string, but right now, he had something more pertinent.“Okay.”
“I guess we should go.”She moved, trying to step away, but didn’t go far.
Chanin held fast.“There’s something I need before we go.”
Her brow buckled in confusion.“What’s that?”
“Putting your scent on me.”He could have taken her to his territory with a trace of his scent already on her, but her imprint on him would show how he was as much hers as she belonged to him.
“What do you mean?”Her frown deepened as her voice trembled.“Are we going to have s-ex?”
Yes.His wolf panted.
Fuck, he panted, too.The longer he stood out here in the dark with Morlie, the smell of dirt and foliage on the breeze made his arousal build higher, stronger.
“No.”That was the most difficult fucking word he’d ever had to say.“Not yet, little bunny.”
Her eyelids lowered, and he didn’t know if she was disappointed at his response or relieved.He recalled the sweet aroma of her innocence from the last time he had his nose buried between her thighs.Chanin figured from the lightness of her touch on his shoulders and how she acted at discovering his nudity that she was apprehensive about what would eventually happen between them.
“Then how?”
He waited.Finally, Morlie lifted her gaze to his.Instead of answering her, he raised his hands to her wrists.Slow, not trying to frighten her, Chanin raised her hands to the branch hanging jagged above them.He wrapped her hands around it.Morlie was so short that she barely reached the center of his chest, and with her hold on a limb, her petite frame stretched like a bow.
Chanin squeezed her hands.“Don’t move.”
Unhurried, he allowed his gaze to take a stroll along her body.Her eyes were wide, uncertainty veiling them.A part of him enjoyed her innocence.The lack of knowledge about all the filthy things going through his mind that he wanted to do to his little bunny’s body made him want to howl.He could only do so much with the limited time tonight, but he looked forward to having her in his bed for hours and educating and training her.Not only to be what he desired but what she needed.
In her current position, her half shirt left the bottom swells of her ripe, full breasts revealed.Chanin licked his lips and looked forward to dragging his tongue from the curves to the two points he could see in the thin material.He continued his perusal and took in the bare skin tone of her abdomen.Her torso moved in rapid succession with her elevated breathing.
He circled her and took in all angles of her tiny-ass skirt.As he stood behind her, he could see that the sexy, flirty layers barely covered her curves.He reached out his hand, swiped up, and lifted the fabric.Taking in the lush globes, he marveled how such a petite form could have such a perfect, high, firm ass as he witnessed on Morlie.
When they had more time, he’d spend plenty of it licking and nipping her there until he’d marked every inch of her curve until she couldn’t walk or sit without thinking of him.
Moving his hand, he let the skirt fall back into place.Chanin continued until he was before her again.Her skirt covered her sex, but he could smell her wet heat.And the way her position pulled her onto the toes of her shoes exposed the dampness coating the center of her thighs.
He growled.
“Chanin...”she called out breathless.
“Soon, little bunny.”He took in the sight of her shapely legs with her thick thighs and defined calves.She would make one hell of a she-wolf.
“But...”she whimpered.“I don’t think I can—”
“You will,” he barked.He looked up and saw the strain on Morlie’s face and the quivering of her body from the stressed position.But he pushed her purposely.His mate needed to learn to go beyond her pain and suffering.A wolf had to be strong, brave, and fearless.
Hell, her first shift could break her if she couldn’t endure.
But he’d teach her.
He had more experience than she had age, and she would learn under his hand—his tutelage.
Unable to keep from touching her and tasting her satiny skin, he gently kissed her lips.
